The Life of LT.Hit-Man, by LT.Hit-Man (hit_man303@hotmail.com)

LT.Hit-Man walked into his quarters, locked the door and sat down. 
He took out a bottle of cold beer from his stash, cracked it and 
took a long swig. His last mission had been easy and he had some 
time to kill. So he started to field-strip his E-11, clean it then 
put it back together. As he was doing this he began to think about 
what was going on in his life.

      After he was done with the E-11 he loaded it, and put it on 
the small desk/dresser in his spartan quarters. He drained his beer, 
and then everything start to replay in his mind. His first memory 
(that he could remember), was the feeling of being alone in a cold 
dark place, it was the time he got into his first fight! When he was 
six years old, he had be followed by six teenage boys and two 
teenage girls. Life on his home world was a rough and trying 
experience, it was not for the weak.The boys had followed him as he 
was walking to the local market, to buy himself some candy cubes 
with the money he had earned, after working to pull the weeds from a 
neighbours front lawn in the hot summer sun! It had been hard work, 
but when he was holding the credits in his pudgy hands, with a proud 
smile on his face, he felt he was on top of the world! As he walked 
towards the local sweetshop, he was dragged into a nearby alley, and 
then was beaten for his credits by the bullies. He fought bravely, 
and he hurt one of the bullies badly by jamming his fingers in his 
eyes, but they were just too tough and far too strong for him to 
defend himself for long!

      After being beaten into the dust and robbed of his hard-earned 
credits, he was left beaten and bloody! The one bully that he had 
hurt had pulled out a vibro-blade, and Hit-Man felt fear, but one of 
the teenage girls told the boy with the blade to back off, and that 
he was only a kid! The bully with the blade told the girl to back 
off, and then he took Hit-Man's chin in one of his huge hands. He 
told Hit-man that he was lucky that he was so young (Enjoying the 
fear in Hit-Man's eyes), and that if he was older he would have 
killed him. Hit-Man tried to get away, but he could not break the 
bully's grip, and when he tried one of the other bullies that he had 
bit on the wrist kicked him in the ribs! Then the bully that held 
him, lightly drew the vibro-blade across Hit-Man's right cheek. 

	"That's to remember me by." He said.

	 Hit-Man started to cry at the pain the vibro-blade caused 
him, as his cheek was laid open, and the teenage girls start to 
raise a fuss. The bully with the blade told them to shut up, and if 
they did not like what was going on they could leave! Then told them 
if they ever said anything to anyone about this, he would hurt them 
badly, the teenage girls quickly became quiet!

      "If you tell anyone about this I will kill you, and your 
family." The bully said, as he held up the bloody blade to Hit-Man's 
wide fearful eyes. The bully could see that Hit-Man was too scared 
to tell anyone about this, and he let go of Hit-Man. Who then tried 
to crawl away, the bully gave him a kick to the ribs, that left Hit-
Man winded and laying in a curled-up ball, as the bullies and the 
girls left. There was no real law in the slums that Hit-Man lived 
in, there was only the law of the dusty, dirty streets!

      After sometime, Hit-Man picked up his aching, bloody and 
battered body from the streets. He started to walk home, looking 
down at the street to hide the tears that he was fighting to hold 
in, and to hide his shame at being so weak! Also to hide his fear 
from everyone that he passed on the streets, not that anyone cared. 
Unknown to him, he was being followed!

      When he got home his mother saw the bloody mess that he was, 
and started to fuss over him, but Hit-Man was in no mood to be 
mothered! All he wanted to do was to get cleaned up, and to be left 
alone.

      "Ma. I'm ok for kriffs sakes!" He said and his mother glared 
at him.
	"There's no need for that kind of gutter talk young man!Do you 
remember what happened the last time you spoke to me like that?" She 
said in a stern commanding voice. Hit-Man remembered all to well! 
When he had called the neighbour a low-down piece of bantha dung his 
mother had heard him, and proceeded to spank him good for using 
language like that.

      "Yes mother I remember and I'm sorry." Hit-Man said as he 
looked down at the floor, shuffling his feet. Hit-Man's mother knew 
that he did not mean it, but she let it go. She was a stern mother 
but she loved her son.
	
	"So what happened to you?" she asked, as she started to run a 
bath for him. Hit-Man told her that, after he had gone to the 
sweetshop, he went to go and play at the gully outside of the slums. 
That he fell down into the gully, and that was how he hurt himself. 
To Hit-Man it was a necessary lie, after all his mother was working 
so hard as a stripper at the local bar, and that was just barely 
enough money for then to live on! Also she had be raped a few times, 
not that she had told him that, but he knew that something bad had 
happened to her. She was so worried about paying their rent, having 
enough food for them and trying to give him an education, that she 
did not need this stress laid out on her!

      Lreani Nafeel looked down at her son, and she knew that he was 
lying! But she could see that he was fine and,  even if he was not, 
there was no way she could afford a doctor to treat him. So she 
reached down to hug her son. But when he winced as she wrapped her 
arms around his chest, she let him go. 

	"Are you sure that you are ok?" she asked her son, and he 
could see the worry in her eyes. Voltrick, A.K.A. LT.Hit-Man, looked 
up at his mother and, with a weak tough guy smile, he told her that 
he was fine. Just tired and sore. 

	"Ma I'm six years old I can take care of myself!" Voltrick 
said as he force his rogues grin to widen.

      Lreani smiled and tussled his hair as she left him to get 
cleaned up. When his mother was gone, Voltrick striped out of his 
dirty, bloody clothes, wincing in pain as he took them off. Seeing 
that his sides were badly bruised, he then got into the tub and 
tried to relax as the hot water started to sooth his battered body. 
When he was done, he got dressed and had his dinner. After he was in 
bed he tried to sleep, but the images of the mugging kept him awake. 
And, as he finely started to fall asleep, he vowed to himself that 
no-one would ever beat him like that again! Never again would anyone 
hurt him, or make him cry. 

	"I swear by the Sith. No-one and I mean no-one is ever going 
to make me afraid ever again!" Voltrick said to himself as he 
hardened his mind, his soul and his heart.

      For the next few days Voltrick rested up, helping around the 
house when he could and, after three days, he was better. The cut on 
his face had healed, but it had scarred his face for life, the first 
of many scars still to come! Voltrick was playing in an abandoned 
house, he had no friends and that was fine by him! He would hunt 
screaldons, a cross between a rat and a centipede, they were six 
feet long and fast as lighting. Mostly harmless, unless they were in 
a pack.

      Voltrick was walking around the house, looking for something 
he could use to hunt screaldons with, when he came across a small 
foot-long pipe, with a blot rusted on to it. He picked it up and 
took a few swings with it, and it felt just so right in his hands, 
the more he swung it the more comfortable it felt.

      "Now we're talking!!" Voltrick said to himself with a smile on 
his scarred face and, for the first time in a long time, he was so 
happy he whistled a tune as he went hunting. At the end of the day 
he had killed four screaldons, yes it had been a good hunt for him. 
His mom and he would eat well tonight that's for sure!

      "Hi Ma I'm home and I brought us some dinner." Voltrick called 
out to his mom. Who walked into the main room of their small 
apartment, and nearly jumped out of her skin, when she saw her son 
standing there with a self-satisfied smile on his face. The bloody 
pipe over his right shoulder, his left hand on his hip and the 
screaldons, laid out neatly side by side on the floor that she had 
just cleaned!

      Lreani was about to tell her son to get the filthy things out 
of her home, but, when she saw him standing there with that smile of 
his. Acting like the mighty hunter that had gone out in the wild and 
brought back food for her and him. Her anger melted away and she 
started to laugh, as she reached out for her son and hugged him 
tightly.

      "Oh my son you are such a good boy, but we can't eat these." 
Lreani told Voltrick. As she let go of him she could see the hurt in 
his eyes, like he had failed on some important mission, and she 
smiled at him telling him that she was so proud of him. Voltrick 
looked up at his mother. 

	"Really you mean it?" He asked. Hoping that she was not lying 
to him, as he had lied to her about how he had gotten hurt. 

	"Yes my son I am, it's just that you can't eat these." She 
point to the fresh kills that where laid out on her floor. 

	"They would make us sick and you know that we can't afford a 
doctor."

      "Ah shucks, I had a hard time getting these little buggers." 
Voltrick said as he put down the bloody pipe...no his war-club that 
he would crush his enemies with, and bring home the food for him and 
his mother. Yes, that's was it was, he thought to himself as he 
picked the dead screaldons and threw then out into the garbage pit 
behind the apartment building. As she went to get changed, Lreani 
told Voltrick that supper was in the ice box, that she had to go to 
work, and that when she was gone she wanted him to clean up the mess 
on the floor.  

      "Ok ma. When will you be back?" Voltrick asked his mother, as 
he got a bucket of water and a rag. He started to clean up the 
blood, bits of smashed skull bones and chucks of brains from the 
floor 

	"Damn, their messy when their dead." Voltrick thought as he 
scrubbed. Lreani had changed into her most reveling but least trashy 
outfit. 

	"I don't know when I'll be back, but I don't want you staying 
up late. ok?" Voltrick told her that he would go to bed early. After 
all he had spent a long day hunting and he was tired. Lreani smiled 
and hugged Voltrick 

	"You are the best child-", Lreani saw her son's look of 
outrage at being called a child, and quickly said to him 

	"- No not a child, but as fine a young man as any mother could 
ask for!" and she walk out into the hot windy night.

      Voltrick woke up to the sound of his mother talking to a man. 
He slowly got out of his bed, and started walking towards the door 
to his room. Then he heard his mother starting to groan, and there 
was a strange squeaking noise. Within seconds Voltrick had his war-
club in his hand, but he was still afraid. He started to fight down 
his fear as the squeaking sound, his mother's moaning and the man's 
grunting grew louder. After a few minutes the noise died down, and 
Voltrick started to slowly open his bedroom door. He paused as he 
heard the man say 

	"Here's the money, but I was not too happy with you!" His 
voice start to rise into a yell, but then Voltrick hear his mother 
say 

	"Keep it down my son's asleep, your drunk so go. You got what 
you wanted!" 

      Voltrick heard the guy grunt something before the door to his 
mom's room opened up, and Voltrick scrambled to hide himself in the 
shadows, war-club at the ready! The man was pulling up his pants as 
he was leaving their apartment, and that confused Voltrick. Then, as 
he was walking to his mother's room, he heard her starting to cry.

      Voltrick crept up to the door to his mother's room and, 
peeking in, saw her with her back to him. There were scratches down 
her back. 

	"Mom, are you ok?" Voltrick asked, as he walked into his 
mother's room. Lreani stopped crying and grabbed the ratty blanket 
on her bed to cover herself up, as she tuned to face her son, she 
quickly wiped away the tears in her eyes. 

	"I'm ok son, just tired." Lreani told her son, as she tried to 
put on her best smile. But it was more of a grim smirk then a warm 
smile. Voltrick was not buying that and he asked who that man was. 

	"Damn it!!!" Lreani thought to herself 

	"That was friend of mine." She said to Voltrick who had a 
confused look on his face. 

	"A friend from the bar?" He asked, as he walked over and sat 
down on the edge of her bed. It smelled strange!

      "No son I'm not working at the bar anymore. The boss said that 
times where tough, and that he could not afford to keep me on." 
Lreani said as she fought down her fear, shame and rage at the 
cruelty of life.

      Voltrick start to worry, 

	"What are we going to do ho-" Lreani hugged her son and 
started to rock him.

	"SHHHhh. Don't worry I have a new job, we'll be ok." Voltrick 
was starting to fall asleep as his mother rocked him. 

	"What's your new job?" He asked groggily, as his war-club fell 
from his tired hands with a dull thud. 

	"I'm showing people the city, giving tours and making them 
happy." Lreani told him, as he start to close his eyes. She was 
close to crying again, she wanted to tell him. But he would not 
understand, and since she was fired from the bar and no one else was 
hiring, she had no choice but to work the streets. She had to tell 
herself that this was only a temporary thing.

	"Ok, you know what your doing. At least we won't be out on the 
streets." Voltrick said, as he hugged his mom. And then was fast 
asleep. Lreani looked down at Voltrick. He was so trusting, so good. 
He never really caused her any trouble, and he was always willing to 
help her out if he could. 

	"Yes my son, we will not be out on the streets, I'll make sure 
of that." Lreani whispered fiercely as she held Voltrick close to 
her.

      Weeks passed since that night and Voltrick had seen a lot of 
men, and some women as well, come and go from their home. He was 
worried because, after every time anyone came over (they would stay 
sometimes for a few minutes or for a few hours), his mother would 
cry! She would try to tell him that she was alright, and at first he 
believed her, but soon he saw that was not true at all. His mother 
seemed to be  more and more tired after every time, and some of the 
people that came over were not human!

      Voltrick was sound asleep. He had a long day of hunting for 
food, working at the neighbours to clean up their yard and working 
out to make himself stronger so that he could work harder! All to 
help make money for his mom and him as the years passed. There as a 
loud crash from his mom's room and Voltrick was up in an instant, 
his war-club in hand. He put his ear to the wall between his room 
and his mom's room.

      "I said on all fours. Now bitch!" a deep male voice said, 
followed by the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, and the strange 
squeaking sound only louder. 

	Lreani was in agony as the trandoshan was having his way with 
her, and she tried to stifle the urge to scream as he was working 
away on her. But she could not! She bit her lips as she started to 
moan. 

	"Please, please go easy on me." She begged and this only put 
the trandoshan in a foul mood. He punched her in the face swelling 
her left eye shut.

	"You'll use that mouth of yours how I tell you to and when I 
tell you to!" He roared. Then he pulled out of her and took her head 
into his hands. Lreani knew what was going to happen next and knew 
there was nothing she could to do stop it, so she took as much of 
him as she could and started to bob her head up and down. Moving as 
fast as possible, trying to get this guy off as quickly as she could 
and get him out of her apartment!

      As she was working on the guy he started to force her head 
harder, almost gagging her and she start to panic. That made the guy 
mad and he rake his claws up her back causing bloody grooves to open 
up on her back, and she screamed.

      When Voltrick heard his mother muffled scream he jumped out of 
his skin. He had never heard his mother scream like that, and he 
wanted to go to see her! But she had told him that he was to stay in 
his room until her "Guest" was gone. When he tried to argue with her 
about that, because he was scared for her, she lost her cool and 
spanked his ass badly. He had locked himself in his room for hours 
and, when he unlocked the door, she had hugged him and told him that 
she was so sorry, but she was telling him to do this for his own 
good! Voltrick had told his mother that he would listen to her, but 
there was something lost between them. The bond between mother and 
child was slowly starting to unravel. Voltrick was torn between 
listening to his mother and the desire, no the need, to see his 
mother and to make sure that she was ok.

      With in a few minutes the Trandoshan was spent, and Lreani 
almost choked to death! After she finished puking out her guts, she 
told him to leave. But he just grabbed her throat and started to 
strangle her. She then started to beg him to leave her and her son 
alone, the trandoshan let go of her and with a quick back hand he 
knocked her to the floor.  

	"You humans are so pathetic, I am not giving you the money." 
he spat, and start to walk away. Lreani started to cry, she needed 
the money because she had none left, but she knew if she pushed the 
issue the trandoshan would more than likely kill her and her son. So 
she just sat back and Kept crying.

      Voltrick heard his mother hit the wall he as listening at it, 
and he jumped back ready to swing at the wall! Then he heard the guy 
in his mother's room saying that he was not going to give her the 
money, and then his mother starting to cry. He made up his mind and 
marched for his bedroom door. Opening it, he saw a big, ugly, scaly 
alien walking out of his mother's room and there was blood on his 
claws. When Voltrick saw that he knew that something bad had 
happened to his mother, but the logical part of his brain told him 
that if he tried to hit the scaly alien that he would end up dead! 
So he hid himself in the shadows, and waited until it was gone, then 
he ran into his mother's room and stopped dead in his tracks as he 
laid his eyes on his mother's naked and bleeding body.

      "MOM!!" Voltrick ran up to his mother who was curled up in a 
ball crying, and when he reached to touch her she looked up at him. 
When he saw his mother's beaten face he let out a small scream, but 
quickly choked it back. He hugged his mother, telling her she would 
be ok, and did the best he could do comfort her.

      Lreani looked down at her son. When she saw the look of 
horror, fear and anger on his face as he held her, she told him to 
go to his room. He did not need to see this, but Voltrick was not 
having any of that shit. He helped his mother to her feet and when 
she nearly fell on him, he forced himself to carry her to his 
bedroom, there, he put her on his bed and covered her with his 
blanket.

      "Mom do you wanted me to get a doctor?" He asked. When she did 
not answer him he started to shake, her trying to wake her, but it 
was no use she would not wake up! He sat down beside her and waited, 
the neighbours had left hours ago to see some of their family, and 
there was no one else he could go to. So he took a deep breath, and 
calmed himself down. Then got a glass of water and start to sprinkle 
it on his mother's face with his finger tips, that woke her up.

      "Voltrick, I told to stay way from me." Lreani said to her 
son. Her voice was ragged and hoarse, but Voltrick just looked at 
her. 

	"No Mother, you need some help! And I am going to help you and 
when you are better, you will tell me what's going on. No more 
games!" He said in an inhumanly cold and calm voice.  

      Lreani looked at her son, as he handed her the glass of water 
and told her drink it. She saw a change in him that scared her, so 
she decided to play it cool and ride this out. One thing was 
certain, Voltrick was no longer a child he was indeed a young man, 
old before his time!

      The days passed and Voltrick nursed his mother back to health. 
They had food that he had hunted and stole when he needed to! 
Luckily the land lord had not come asking for the rent, and would 
not for awhile, because he had heard what had happened from someone 
else in the apartment above them, and decided to give them a break.

      One dark and cold night Voltrick looked down at his mother, 
who was fast asleep. She was in better health than she had been 
three days ago, when the shit went down. Lreani had told her son 
what had been going on ever since she lost her job at the bar, and 
why it had happened. All the while Voltrick just listened, his face 
was a cold blank mask.

      Voltrick took one last look at his mother, who was sleeping 
peacefully, and then took his war-club in hand and climbed out a 
window, after he locked the front door. Thankfully it was only a 
fifteen foot climb down to the ground, his ten year old body was 
lean but muscular from all the working-out, his mind was far sharper 
then it had ever been.

      Voltrick was out for blood, the being that had worked his mom 
over was back in town ,and now it was time to pay the piper. As 
Voltrick was thinking up how he was going to deal with the 
trandoshan, he did not notice that he was being followed.

      Tonaicl the trandoshan that Voltrick was after, was sitting in 
a bar, the one that Voltrick's mother had been fired from. There 
were only a few patrons in the bar when Voltrick walked in, and they 
were too busy with their own problems to notice Voltrick.

      Voltrick was looking around the bar when he spotted his prey, 
and as he walked up to him he started to feel strange. His blood was 
on fire, yet nothing like what he had felt on his way here, but 
there was no time to worry about that now. As he walked right up to 
Tonaicl and just stared at him, sizing him up.

      "What the fuck are you looking at?" Tonaicl snarled at the 
lean, whipcord boy that was looking at him in a strange way. Strange 
because Tonaicl was a sheet and a half to the wind, and because he 
knew that the boy in front of him was no threat.

      "I'd say I'm looking at a pair of new boots and a belt." 
Voltrick said, in a flat dead voice that caught Tonaicl offguard, 
and it took a few seconds for what Voltrick said to sink into his 
brain. When it did, Tonaicl threw back his head and started to 
laugh. 

	"Did you all hear that? This boy means to make me in to 
dressware." Tonaicl said to the patrons in the bar, and to the man 
in the black hooded-cloak that had walked in and was standing at the 
door, then Tonaicl looked at Voltrick who crossed his arms.

	 " Look boy, leave before I spank the flesh off your ass!" he 
snarled, as he started to get up. 

	"You and what Imperial garrison? you piece of shit!" Voltrick 
said as he walked up closer to a surprised Tonaicl, the patrons in 
the bar started to watch with growing interest at this 
confrontation.

      Tonaicl did not like this one bit, and decided that the time 
for games was over. He pulled out a long-bladed knife. 

	"I think you had better go running back to your mommy, before 
you get hurt!" he said, as he looked down on Voltrick. Who was 
looking up at him right in the eyes.

	"That's why I'm here you ugly two timing, bantha fucking, jawa 
bitch!" Now Tonaicl was confused, and it took him a few seconds to 
realize what this kid was talking about. When he did, Tonaicl felt 
the cold clutching hand of fear as it wrapped around his heart.

      "Ahh shit!" Tonaicl said as Voltrick whipped out his bloody 
war-club, that he had hidden up his sleeve, and swung at Tonaicl's 
left knee, with a speed and fury that he had never know in all the 
ten years of his life. When the blot on the end of the pipe impacted 
on Tonaicl's knee it shattered in an explosive spray of broken bone, 
shredded flesh and spraying blood. 

	"Ahh shit is right." Voltrick said to Tonaicl, as he jumped 
back from the falling body.

      Tonaicl staggered to his feet, and looked at Voltrick as his 
rage started to burn.

	 " You just made your last mistake you are so dead." He hissed 
as he lashed out with his knife.

      "I think not!" Voltrick said, as he summoned up every fear, 
hate, anger and worry along with every feeling that he had ever 
felt, and let it explode as he became a hell storm of death.

      Voltrick ducked under Tonaicl's wild swing and, with a dark 
strength, he slammed the pipe into Tonaicl's guts and ripped it back 
out getting covered in blood! The patrons looked on with sheer 
surprise as the boy just went crazy on the trandoshan, swinging 
wildly and moving like greased lighting, within minutes Tonaicl was 
deader then death!

      Voltrick stopped swinging his ever bloodier war-club, and took 
a quick look around the bar. He smiled as he saw the looks of fear 
on the faces of the patrons, all but the one who was sitting by the 
door. All Voltrick could see was the grim smile on the older man's 
face, then he turned and started to loot the body of his fallen foe. 
To his surprise he came a cross a blaster pistol and five spare e-
clips, half an ounce of spice and about 50,000 credits! When 
Voltrick pulled out the blaster he saw the other patrons reaching 
for their weapons. 

	"No blasters, No blasters!" The bartender yelled.  

	"Look don't start ok, I was just doing what had be done. And 
right now I'm not too happy, so back off!" Voltrick said to the 
patrons as he held the blaster in his hands. When he saw that the 
patrons were not going to cause a problem, he undid his pants and 
contemptously relieved himself on Tonaicl's body.

      The patrons started to laugh at Voltricks act of contempt, all 
of them but the bartender and the man in the black hooded cloak. 
Once he was done Voltrick threw a ten credit chip at the bartender, 
then he took Tonaicl's knife and began to cut the Trandoshans head 
off as the patrons looked on. Doubtless wondering what this 
psychotic kid was doing, taking the head of his victim, but decided 
that it was none of their business.

      Once Tonaicl's severed and battered head was freed from his 
mangled body, Voltrick placed it on the end of his war-club and 
walked out of the bar with it over his shoulder! The man in the 
black hooded-cloak followed him a few minutes later.

      When Voltrick reached the edge of his neighbourhood he took 
the head off of the pipe, and then with all of his hate, he slammed 
the pipe through the head. Nailing it to the lamp post to serve as a 
warning, don't fuck with him or his family! As he was walking home, 
he heard voices from an alley and he recognized the voices as the 
bullies that had robbed him years ago, now he would have his 
revenge!

      "Look man, I don't know what we're sitting here in this alley 
for? We should be-" The mugger was cutoff by the the bully who had 
scarred Voltrick's face smacking him in the face. A quick way to 
tell him to shut up, or he might scare away any potential victims 
away! After they had mugged Voltrick, the teens had started to live 
a life of alley bashers. Mugging, killing and some times raping 
their victims and, to make matter worse, they were all addicted to 
spice! When they saw a man in a black hooded-cloak, they hid, 
getting ready to jump him. When there was a loud thunderous voice 
from behind them.

	"Remember me assholes!" they turned and saw Voltrick standing 
there, with the blaster pistol that was almost to big for his hands. 

	"Who are you?" the leader of the bullies asked, as he start 
reaching for his vibro-blade. Voltrick saw what he was doing and 
shot him in the leg as the other Bullies tried to run away, but 
Voltrick shot them all in the legs before walking up to the leader.

      "Don't you remember me?" He pointed to the scar on his face.

	"You gave me that a long time ago, now it's payback time." The 
bully started to plead for his life, but Voltrick just calmly raised 
his blaster, there would be no mercy not for them or for anyone else 
from now, on he vowed as he calmly shot the bully between the eyes! 
Then he went to each of the bullies and executed them. The female 
bullies had tried to get him to spare their lives by promising him 
sexual favors, to show him a good time that he would never forget. 
Voltrick's face became a mask of disgust, the females had some kind 
of disease, their lips were covered in sores and who knew what else 
so he shot them down, and the night air seemed a little cleaner.

	Voltrick was looking for the cloaked man that the bullies had 
be laying in wait for, but he was gone. So instead he looted the 
bullies bodies for anything of value, but he only found about five 
credits on them in total! He took them, but left the gram of spice 
with them, he had more then enough spice on his person to make some 
real money and then he left for home.

      The cloaked man looked down at the bodies and he drew back his 
hood. 

	"Good now everything is going according to my design." With 
that Emperor Palpatine smiled as he went back to his shuttle, he had 
another boy he wanted to look in on.

      Lreani awoke from her tormented sleep to see her son sitting 
on crate that served as a chair, and he was cooking two big 
Ga'grrlin steaks on the small griddle that had served as their 
stove. Needless to say she was surprised. 

	"Son where? How? what-" Lreani was too overwhelmed by what she 
was seeing. Ga'grrlin stakes were expensive, they cost anywhere from 
twenty to a thousand credits per steak, and these looked like prime-
cuts to her. And when Voltrick handed her one of the steaks, along 
with a tall glass of cavlite wine she broke down and started to cry! 
Voltrick walked over to her and hugged her tightly. 

	"Don't worry mom everything will be ok, trust me." Lreani 
hugged her son but, when she felt the butt of the blaster tucked 
under Voltrick's shirt, she let go of him. 

	"Where did you get that from?!" she asked in a fearful voice, 
as she saw her son's scarred face harden into a mask of stone.

      Voltrick sat down and told her that she had better eat, she 
was going to need her strength for the appointment at the doctor's 
office. Lreani just stayed there glaring at her son. 

	"You tell me right now, how you got the money and that 
blaster!" Voltrick put his plate down and told her to get dressed, 
and when he saw the look on his mother's face he added.

	"I'll do better than tell you, I'll show you. But be warned, 
your not going to like what you see!" Lreani decided to eat, she was 
starving, but she could not enjoy the meal because of the fear in 
her heart as she looked at the young man sitting across from her. 
She did not know if that was her son any longer, he was changed, 
something had died with in him and now she was not sure what do to.

      After they finished their meal, Lreani got dressed and they 
were on their way. Lreani saw that when people passed them on the 
street, they quickly looked away. Then Voltrick pointed to the lamp 
post, which the decaying head of the trandoshan that had savagely 
raped her was nailed to with her son's club, and she started to cry. 
She had always tried to get her son out of trouble, she did not want 
to see him throw his life away, she had hoped that she could give 
him a better life than she had. And she did not care what the cost 
was to her! 

	"Mom don't worry, no one is going to harm you ever again, I'll 
see to that." Voltrick whispered to his mother as he hugged her. She 
could feel the love he had for her, and she could hear the grim 
determination in his voice. As he told her that he was going to see 
to it, that they would get out of the stinking pit that they where 
in. And have a better life, no matter what the cost was to him!

      Lreani looked at her son and she saw that he had truly grown 
up, and she knew that some how things would be better. When they got 
to the up-town section of the city, the rich end of town, she became 
frightful as she saw the looks that the rich stuck-up bastards were 
giving her and her son, as they made their way to the main hospital 
of the city. 

	"Son, what are we doing here? We can't afford this can we?" 
Lreani asked Voltrick, who had a strange smile on his face. 

	"Oh we can afford it, trust me." he said with a sly wink, he 
pulled out credits that he a looted from the night before and when 
Lreani saw the small pile of credits her eyes just about popped out 
of her head. Before she could say anything, Voltrick had told her 
everything that had happened the night he offed the trandoshan.

      When her son was done telling her what had happened, she was 
to dumbfounded to say anything when they walked into the hospital. 
They saw that there were a few other people in there, she looked 
away from them as they looked like they where carrying some kind of 
plague! Voltrick saw the looks of contempt in the eyes of the rich 
people in the waiting room, and he decided it was time to put them 
in their place.

      Voltrick told his mom to have a seat, and he then walked up to 
a fat man dressed in an outrageous outfit, who was leaned over and 
whispering something to the young girl that was with him. 

	"Hey fat-ass whats your problem? Ain't ya ever seen poor 
people before?' Voltrick said to the fat man with a smart-ass smile. 
The fat man just started to sputter in outrage, how dare this 
bastard child talk to him like that, he was not a man to be trifled 
with. 

	"See here you piece of gutter trash, you don't talk to your 
betters like that!" Voltrick looked the fat man over 

	"You, better than me?" he said in mock surprise, as he got 
right in the fat mans face. 

	"Your not better than me at all, you rich degenerate! Why 
don't you try living in my end of town? I guarantee that you would 
not last five seconds, before somebody shoved a blade in that fat 
gut yours. Just for your boots." Voltrick said in a cold deadly 
voice, then walked away from the fat man shaking his head and, as he 
walked up to the reception desk he said by way of a parting shot.

	"I'd rather be a poor honest man, than some rich queer boy 
like you, who probably get's off on blowing a jawa."

      Lreani just stared at her son in shock, she had tried to teach 
him manners and he had always tried to live up to the morals that 
she had taught him. But she felt a dark joy as she saw him lay into 
the rich man who was just sitting there spluttering. Voltrick walked 
up to the reception desk, she would have a talk with him after they 
where done here.

      The lady behind the reception desk looked down at Voltrick, 
who had a cocky smile on his face. 

	"Can I help you?" the lady asked Voltrick, She did not like 
the look of the raggedly dressed boy or the woman he had came with! 
They probably had some kind of disease and they smelled! Voltrick 
saw the look in the woman's eyes and decided to play cool. 

	"Yes, you have an appointment for a Lreani Nafeel?" The lady 
looked over her appointment list, and shot Voltrick a cold hard look 
as she told him ,in a flat voice. That there was no-one on the list 
with that name!  Voltrick's smile got bigger, as he told her that 
she was misreading the list, as he put a thousand credits on the 
desk using his body to hide the bribe he was slipping to her. 

	"Ah yes, here's the name." the lady said as she palmed the 
credits, suddenly the boy, and the woman that was with him did not 
seem so bad. 

	"What is Ms.Nafeel here for?" the lady asked Voltrick who told 
her that "Ms.Nafeel", was here for a full check up and soak in a 
bacta tank! 

	"And what time was her appointment for." The lady asked 
Voltrick, who saw the greed in her eyes he looked up at the clock.

	"I believe her appointment is for right now." He said, as he 
slipped her another thousand credits. Lreani fought the urge to grin 
as she saw her son bribe the lady at the reception desk, he had 
indeed grown into a man. So she just sat back and let her son handle 
this, knowing that things where going to be alright.

      The lady at the reception desk smiled and told him that she 
would see if a treatment room was open, a few minutes later she came 
back and told Voltrick that they could go right in. As Lreani and 
her son where walking into the treatment room the Fat man along with 
the others started to make a fuss, but the lady at the desk told 
then that "Ms.Nafeel" had an appointment. 

	"This is outrageous, I had been here for an hour!" the Fat man 
exclaimed to the lady, who calmly told him that he should have made 
his appointment earlier. Voltrick heard this and started to smile 
even more. 

	When his mom was in the treatment room, and the lady at the 
front desk was not looking, he gazed over to the fat man, who was 
watching him with daggers in his eyes, and Voltrick raised his right 
hand and made a universal gesture, he shot the fat man the middle 
finger. The fat man went into a fit as Voltrick left the waiting 
room 

	"Yes, life is much better now." and Voltrick was amazed at how 
far a little greed could get you.

      As his mother was soaking in the bacta tank, he started to 
pace around the treatment room, thinking of what to do next when a 
medical droid came up to him and asked him if he was alright. 

	"I'm fine ya rust bucket." Voltrick spat at the droid, who 
left him and went about it's tasks. Voltrick never liked droids and 
he doubted he ever would! After Lreani came out of the bacta tank 
and they left the med center, they started looking for a new place 
to live. As they walked around the upper-class end of town, Voltrick 
was starting to feel uneasy as he saw the looks that the rich people 
where giving him and his mother because of their clothes! Voltrick 
had to fight down the urge to pull out the blaster that he had 
hidden on him, and cap a few of the rich SOB's.

      "Mom, I have something I have to take care of." her son said 
to her, as they finished getting settled into their new home, and 
Lreani saw the cold look on her son's face as he started walking 
towards the front door. 

	"Where are you going?" she asked her son, she was worried that 
her son was not quite right in the head after he had offed the 
trandoshan who had raped her. And she was worried, but Voltrick told 
her that he just wanted to say goodbye to a few of his friends back 
in the slums that they had left. Lreani knew he was hiding 
something, but she did not bother asking him what was really going 
on. Over the last few days, he had been standoffish and whenever she 
would ask him what was on his mind, he would clam up and wait for 
her to talk about something else.

      Voltrick saw the worry in his mother's eyes, and he told her 
that he would be fine, he hated to lie to her. But if she found out 
that he was going back to the pit they had left, to try hawk off the 
spice that he had lifted from the body of the trandoshan he had 
bumped off, and that he still had the blaster on him she would 
freak! And that was the last thing that they needed. But he knew 
that they were going to need the money to keep their new place, at 
least until he or his mother found a new job. 

	"Mom I should be back at about 20:30 IST ok? So don't worry, 
and while I'm out, I'm going to look for a job." He told his mother 
as he hugged her, being careful to make sure that he kept his body 
away from hers, so that she would not bush up against the blaster! 

	"Ok son, but be careful out there. ok!" Lreani told her son, 
who just smiled at her. 

	"Aren't I always? And if anyone gives me a prob, I'll just 
break their legs and leave them laying there!" He said in a tough 
guy voice. When Voltrick saw his mother's eye go wide at that he 
told her he was kidding, and then he was out the door.

       Voltrick was starting to feel really uneasy as he walked into 
The Pit. The Pit was a place that ranked right up there with Mos 
Eisly, as a den of iniquity, in The Pit you can find anything you 
wanted!

      Everything from blasters of all sorts and makes were cheap, 
and unsafe in most cases. Slaves were as plentiful as air, human or 
otherwise, some of the poor wretches had noble blood in them! Drugs, 
there were enough drugs in The Pit to put four Death Stars full of 
rancors to sleep for a year, and chances were that nine out of ten 
times the drug user ended up ODing on a bad batch of stuff! 
Enhancements of all kinds, mental boosters to full-convertion cyborg 
were available in the countless chop-shops that the desperate went 
to. And the chances of dying while under the blade was alarmingly 
high, sometimes it was planned like that. After all, there was a 
huge market for organs at a tidy price. Whorehouses that offered the 
promise of a good time, that would redefine a beings definition of 
reality. If they lived to see the next day, as STD's were the main 
case of death in those dark houses of ill-repute.

      So Voltrick found himself a spot, actually he made himself a 
spot on the bloodlaced muddy street corner, after he disposed of the 
dead human that had been laying there. More to the point, what was 
left of the said human, the body was still warm to Voltrick's touch. 
Ah such is life in The Pit!

      "Spice, I've got Spice." Voltrick said loudly as the teaming 
sea of beings passed him by, going about their own business. Most of 
them paid little attention to Voltrick, who was starting to get a 
little unnerved. The longer he stood there the more he started 
wishing that he was back home, or even in school. Instead of 
standing here, a target for any being who wanted his Spice, or worse 
him. But Voltrick crushed down his fear, and resolved to do what he 
had come here to do and continued his spiel.

       "So we're in agreement about the northwest sector of The 
Pit?." Dal,Nsaldora the Hutt, third cousin twice removed of Jabba 
the Hutt, asked Prince Xizor. Who was making sure of his businesses 
in The Pit. Prince Xizor was not in a good mood, someone had ripped 
off six pounds of high grade spice from one of his storehouses. And 
now he had deal with this greedy slug, who was trying to horn in on 
his action. But, on the upside, the Hutt was offing a fair amount of 
credits on the Nothwest sector of The Pit. That's where most of the 
whorehouses were, along with a few fight pits, blood and sex where a 
sweet nectar to the Hutts!

      Prince Xizor thought about the offer the Hutt was making. 

	"I'll get back to you on that." He said, and shut off the 
comlink of the encrypted vid phone. If the Hutt wanted the Northwest 
sector as badly as he seemed to want it, Prince Xizor was going to 
make the slug pay though the nose slits.

      "Guri has there been any more info about the trandoshan who 
stole my spice?" he asked his bodyguard, as he poured himself a 
glass of chilled wine, whilst his opulent ground car made it's way 
though The Pit at a leisurely pace.

      The cold woman looked up at her boss, she was not too happy 
with the trackers that had been put on retainer to find the foolish 
trandoshan. 

	"No my lord, the latest infomation our trackers have is that 
he was killed in a bar fight a week ago." she told the brooding 
Falleen, who was looking out of the one way arma-glass of his ground 
car.

      "Do our trackers know the identity of the killer?" he asked. 
As he took another sip of his wine, he was looking over the pitful 
rabble that that called The Pit home, He despised such low-life 
beings, but they were a fine source of income! So he made it a habit 
to know every dealer, pimp and back-alley doctor that was working 
The Pit, and more importantly to see that they brought in the 
credits that were due to him! Then he saw some scared-looking kid 
standing there, a face that he had never seen before, he did not 
like this at all!

      Guri saw the subtle change in her boss's demeanour, and did 
not relish how he was going to react to what she had to say next. 

	"No, all that is known about the one who kill the trandoshan 
is that he's a human boy about eight to ten years old." 

       
 
THE LIFE OF LT.Hit-Man Part 2

 Voltrick was too busy talking with a Rodian about the spice he had to
notice the ground car that had come to a stop a few feet away, let alone who
had come out of it.

 "I'll give you a hundred credits for the lot," the Rodian said to Voltrick,
who did not know the true value of the spice that he had. He was about to
take the Rodian up on his offer and get the hell out of The Pit, but alas it
was not meant to be.

 "You, leave now!" a cold voice said. Voltrick looked to see who had spoken.
The Rodian spun around, ready to tell whoever had spoken to them to leave or
die. He reached for the vibro dagger that he was carrying, but when he saw
who it was all thoughts of fighting and killing turned to thoughts of flight
and fear and the Rodian ran for his life.

 "Okay, what the kriff is this shit?" Voltrick said as the looked upon the
woman who had chased off his customer. As he got a good look at the tall
woman he felt the vague pangs of lust, but when he looked into the woman's
cold eyes that where devoid of any humanity whatsoever his lust melted away
like ice during spring thaw.

 "Do you mind? I'm trying to make some credits here," Voltrick said in his
best nonchalant tough guy voice as he fought down his growing fear at the
sight of the cold woman before him.

 Guri had no time for this game and told the man/boy that was standing
before her that her employer wanted to speak with him. She locked her eyes
on him like the targeting laser of a sniper rifle as she pointed to the
ground car behind her.

 "So tell you employer to step out here and talk to me." Voltrick knew that
if he had gone into that ground car he was more than likely to end up dead.
He may not know all the ins and outs of the drug trade, but he was no fool.

 "You will get into the car NOW!" Guri said in her most menacing voice. She
was growing tired of this game. "My employer does not like to be kept
waiting by anyone, let alone some gutter trash child."

 Voltrick was getting annoyed with this bitch. "Lady, wh-" he never finished
telling her to go and kriff a dianoga as he suddenly found himself looking
down the barrel of the woman's Tenloss disruptor pistol that had suddenly
appeared in her hand. He started to reach for his blaster pistol, but when
he saw the woman's eyes narrow into cold lifeless slits, her finger
tightening upon the disruptor pistol, Voltrick knew that she had him dead to
rights. It took all of his willpower to stop his hand from grabbing the
blaster pistol. Fear started to burn throughout his mind and body like
wildfire.

 "Okay, I think I can spare a few minutes to talk with your employer," he
said to Guri in a bravado-laden voice, but from the subtle tremor of fear in
the manling's words she knew she had him. She held out her hand and told the
boy to fork over his blaster pistol. The grubby boy slowly reached for the
butt of the blaster pistol and for some odd reason she felt relieved when
the boy handed it over to her instead of trying to put a shot into her. "At
least this boy has some intelligence, unlike the rest of the scum in this
hell hole," she thought to herself as she watched the boy walk towards the
ground car with his head held high and a carefree gait in his steps.

 "Perhaps this child may be of some use to us after all," Guri thought as
she got into the ground car behind the boy, who was turning out to be more
of a hard case then she had expected.

 As the ground car slowly got underway, the beings that called The Pit home
crawled out from their hiding places. As they watched the ground car leave,
they felt a strange pity for the boy who was now in the presence of the one
of the most feared crime lords in the Galaxy. They had no idea of the hell
that was about to come down on them. As they got back to their daily toil, a
man in a filth-covered cloak got up from the garbage-strewn patch where he
had been sitting, stealthily gliding into a dark alleyway. Once the man was
sure that no one was watching him, he pulled out an encrypted comm link and
began to speak in a low whisper about what he had seen.

 Prince Xizor looked at the filth-covered boy who was sitting across from
him. His nose wrinkled at the "air" that this raggedy boy had about him.
"Note to self: have the car fumigated as soon as possible," he thought as he
watched the boy try to make himself as comfortable as he could in the
luxuriant seats of his ground car.

 Voltrick drank in the rich interior of the ground car he now found himself
in. "Wow," was all he could think of as he sat down. He looked up and saw
some lizard-like being decked out in some really funky-looking duds, staring
at him like he had stepped into some gungan droppings. "Note to self: take a
bath after to get rid of the fruity smell of this rich bastard," he thought
as he got a whiff of the being's cologne.

 For a moment no one spoke as each of them took stock of each other, trying
to find weaknesses in order to gain an advantage. Voltrick decided to try
and take charge of the situation; he had no idea who he was dealing with.

 "So you wanted to talk with me. OK, I'll talk with you. I have nothing
better to do," Voltrick said as he looked the lizard man right in the eyes.
Price Xizor was slightly shocked at his arrogant stance. He would teach this
boy a lesson. "But I have to give this manling credit; he does hold his fear
well," he thought to himself, but before he could reply the boy really got
under his scales.

 "But before we talk, put a muzzle on your attack dog," Voltrick said as he
pointed his thumb at the woman with the disruptor pointed at him. He took a
savage enjoyment at the strangled gasp that the woman made at his words.
Guri, being a human replicant droid, usually did not give in to feelings of
any kind, but she found herself fighting the urge to reach over and bitch
slap this arrogant boy upside the head. She managed to calm herself down and
waited for her boss to take charge of the situation. She found herself
hoping that her Prince would let her deal with him; she'd make him suffer
for this outrage.

 Prince Xizor started to bristle at this whelp's stinging words and decided
that it was high time to put this petulant child in his place.  "There is no
need for your vulgarity here. Even someone of your low intellect can see
that-" Prince Xizor smiled to himself as he saw the boy's face darken.
"-shall I get to the point of why you're here?" he asked as he refilled his
wineglass. He usually offered his "guests" a glass but this child was really
getting on his nerves, so he'd offer him nothing and he had doubts from the
look of caged fear, rage and mistrust that this boy would accept anything
that he'd offer him.

 Voltrick was getting tired of this shit and this being did have a point:
there was no need for the word games, but if they where going to cut a deal
it's be on his terms, or so he thought.

 "You're right, there is no need for the jibes. We are both business men,"
Voltrick said. He knew that he'd have to try and sucker this fool into a
false sense of security, so he let the crack about his low intelligence
slide. He crossed his arms and added, "But I do not care for your 'Lady'
friend pointing that disruptor at me, so tell her to back off and we'll
wheel and deal." As he waited for this bozo's next move, Voltrick got a
strange sinking feeling that he just might be walking his last mile as he
saw the being's eyes narrow into slits.

 Prince Xizor could see that he had this boy right where he wanted him and
decided to make the point of who the boss was here.

 "Guri, you may dispense with the warm invitation that we have extended to
our guest-" He looked at the boy who started to relax a bit and that's when
he dropped the hammer on the boy. "-if it's needed, I will snap the boy's
neck like a Tobadar's (chicken's). I do not feel like having to reupholster
the car; after all, Samlueren leather is prohibitively expensive," the
Falleen said with a casually dismissive wave of his taloned hand, giving the
boy his hardest and most fearful stare as if to say
"You-screw-around-any-more-and-you're-dead-meat." The boy swallowed
nervously as Guri tucked the disruptor pistol away back down her cleavage.
The boy just kept looking at Xizor, ignoring the brief but pleasant view of
Guri's well-sculpted form.

 Prince Xizor was surprised; most of his guests would have taken a peek at
Guri's womanhood as she tucked away her disruptor pistol instead of paying
attention to him. He had done this "test" a hundred times before to all
sorts of beings, male, female and others. All had fallen for it. "Maybe the
boy has no interest in women yet," Xizor thought to himself. "Or he's into
men," another part of his mind said to himself as he looked right into the
boy's eyes. Xizor watched him fight down his fear as he tried to maintain a
calm, cool demeanor. He had done this to an Imperial navy officer who was,
as he heard it termed, "As queer as a three credit chip" and he had fallen
for it as well.

 "Perhaps this boy could be useful to me after all," he thought to himself.

 "I am in deeeep shit," Voltrick thought to himself as the lizard man
matched his stare. He mustered up as much courage as he got and got down to
business. "What do you want from me?" he asked, waiting for the answer.
Prince Xizor told him that he had something of his and he wanted it back.
All of it.

 "Really, and what might that be?" Voltrick asked. He had no idea what this
fruity lizard-man was going on about and he was beginning to doubt that he
would be getting out of this mess alive, so he put a stop to his rampant
fear and became as cold as ice.

 "The spice you are trying to sell may belong to me-" When Voltrick heard
that he gave Prince Xizor a "Yah, right" look but kept his mouth shut and
just listened. Prince Xizor saw the look the boy was giving him, didn't like
it, but he was thankful that this kid had kept his mouth shut. "-it was part
of a larger shipment that was misappropriated by an ex-employee. I want to
know where you got this spice from," he added, waiting for the boy to speak.

 Voltrick thought over what had been asked of him and decided to play it
cool. He answered the lizard man's question. "Well, I took it as the spoils
of war after I wasted a Trandoshan who had annoyed me," he told the lizard
man in a flat, lifeless voice. He was not going to give him the reason why
he wasted the Trandoshan who had done his mother wrong; it was none of the
lizard’s damn business.

 Prince Xizor was intrigued. What had the thieving ex-employee of his done
to incur this boy's wrath, and, more than that, he wondered how this scrawny
child could take out the skilled killer that his ex-employee had been.
"Well, that is interesting. Why did you kill him, and how did you do it? I
am having a hard time believing that a child such as yourself was able to
defeat the Trandoshan who had ripped me off for a substantial amount of
spice," he said. He was starting to grow tired of this game.

 "Child! Child my ass!" Voltrick thought to himself, stung to outrage by
this rich son of bitch's words. He decided to clear up a few things right
then and there. "Look, bub, I ain’t no kid, dig it? Good. Now, as for why I
wasted that low-down son of Jawa whore, that's my business, OK?" he said in
a bristling, tough guy voice as he sat straight up, looking right into
Prince Xizor's eyes. He was starting to get annoyed.

 Prince Xizor did not like this boy's threatening manner and decided that
not only was it time to end this game once and for all, but it was time to
remind the boy who was in charge here. "I want answers and I want them now!"
Prince Xizor demanded in a low, menacing whisper as he leaned forward. His
left hand shot so fast that Voltrick had but a few scant seconds to let out
a started gasp before he felt the lizard man's claws on his throat and he
forced himself not move. He knew full well that with a simple flick of the
lizard man's wrist, his throat would be laid open like a carved game bird at
the dinner table. "I also demand to know where the rest of my spice is. I
grow weary of this foolish game!"

 Voltrick felt fear doing a tap dance on his spine and he felt the stinging
tears starting to form in his eyes, his mind flashing back to the time he
had gotten jumped in the alleyway...the gang that had robbed him so long
ago. As these images played out in his mind he began to feel the dark rage
that had possessed him in the bar when he executed his righteous vengeance
on the Trandoshan that had messed his mother up fill his soul. Suddenly time
began to slow down as Voltrick crushed down his fear, letting the dark rage
wash over him like a cleansing wave of hate.

 "I agree it is high time for this game to come to its final conclusion,"
Voltrick said in a voice that was colder than ice. He looked right into the
lizard man's eyes as he reached up the sleeve of his ragged tunic, whipping
out the knife he had taken from the Trandoshan that he had wasted. He held
it up to the lizard man's throat, taking savage enjoyment in watching as the
lizard man's eyes widened in fear.

 "Looks like we have ourselves a Tatooine stand off." Voltrick said as he
leaned closer, staring right in Prince Xizor's eyes. There was and long and
drawn out silence that was laced with the fear that hung in the suddenly
chilled air of the ground car like a deadly fog of a chemical weapon on the
field of battle.

 Prince Xizor was beside himself with rage, rage that was being fueled by
his fear. Never had anyone ever treated him like this. He was mad at himself
as well as his bodyguard for they had both underestimated this manling.

 "I guarantee that before your lady friend over there wastes me, you'll be
on the floor downing in your own blood, you sorry son of a bitch," Voltrick
whispered as he intensified his deadly gaze. He found himself fighting down
the almost overwhelming urge to slit this asshole's throat, to revel in the
rich coppery scent of freshly spilt blood before he died.

 Prince Xizor knew that he was beat and that stuck in his craw like a bit of
undercooked meat. Mustering up as much dignity as he could, he asked the boy
what where his terms.

 "Now we're getting somewhere," Voltrick thought to himself as he tightened
his grip on the blade. To his surprise, his hand was rock steady, where
there should have been fear, fear for knowing that he was way out of league
in this deadly power game. But in the place of fear now was the grim
determination to survive at any and all costs.

 "OK, first thing's first. You, lady, take out your disruptor by it's barrel
and put it in my hand," Voltrick ordered as he held out his left hand, his
eyes never leaving Prince Xizor's fearfully raging orbs.  "Don't even think
about trying to take me out, because your boss will be dead before he hits
the floor," he added. He felt the cold metal of the disruptor in his hand
and he tucked it into the waistband of his pants, then he held out his hand
again.

 "Now hand over my blaster pistol in the same way you gave me your
disruptor," he added. Guri was toying with the idea of wasting the boy with
his blaster pistol; she was faster then any human could be, but she could
see that this boy was deadly serious, and her fear also stayed her vengeful
hand. She had failed her boss by not frisking the boy before he got into the
ground car and she was not about to jeopardize his life any further.

 As Guri handed over the blaster, she wondered if this was how Boba Fett was
like when he was a child. She had dealings with that feared bounty hunter;
this boy's attitude and his cold dispassionate manner where quite similar.

 Once Voltrick had his blaster back he tucked it away on the other side of
his waist, his hand never wavering from the lizard man's throat.

 "OK, now how do you know for sure that the spice I have is yours?"
Voltrick asked as he shot a quick glance over at Guri, coiled like a
rattlesnake just waiting to strike. He shot a "Don't try it, don't even
think it" look at her.

 "Well you said that you took the spice from a Trandoshan that you killed.
My trackers found what was left of my ex-employee in the bar that he had
been killed in, sans his head. So, it stands to reason that the spice you
took from him was mine," Prince Xizor said as he gave this ragged boy who
had dared make a fool out him his harshest look. He asked the boy, "Did you
take his head or not?" His voice was much like that of a friend talking with
another friend about the up-and-coming shockball game. He would be damned if
he showed any weakness to this boy.

 "Yes." was the grim reply to his question. Prince Xizor was slightly taken
aback by the cold, malevolent tone in the boy's voice before he said, "Then
it stands to reason that the spice you have is mine. I want it and the rest
of it." Prince Xizor's voice was casually dismissive, but there was no
mistaking the deadly undertone. The stakes in the power play that was being
acted out in that ground car went up a notch. Sooner or later it would reach
the point of no return and death would have itself a fine treat.

 Voltrick could feel that he was starting to lose control over this
situation, so he fought to reestablish his dominance in this exercise of
power and fear. "That's all the spice I have," he said as he dropped the
hard look in his eyes. Prince Xizor saw that he was telling the truth and
waited for the boy to finish saying what he had to say.

 "I'm just here to sell this shit and get the kriff out of here. I do not
want to be in this shit hole any longer then I have to, so let's get it over
with," Voltrick said. He felt the heavy hand of death brush his scarred
cheek like that of his mother, who, years ago, would come and comfort him
after he had a nightmare that awoke him from his troubled sleep, screaming
in terror.

 Prince Xizor could feel the hand of death stroke his chest like the hands
of one of his many concubines, or when they lacked the stamina to bring him
to a blissful release, Guri, who would take their place.

 Guri could feel the end was near. The hand of dysfunction reached into her
very core like the loving hands of her creator who had spent many nights and
day put her together. Like the master sculptor who was working on the one
piece of art work that would gain him a legendary immortality that would
live on long after his mortal body had passed on into history.

 Yes, the power play was now nearing the end of the final act and soon the
curtain would fall for last time.

 For a frozen fragment of time each of them sat there. On a subconscious
level they could hear the tolling of a bell, but for whom it was tolling for
only the Force, both the light side and the dark side, knew.

 Prince Xizor smiled. "How much are you asking for the spice you have?" he
asked. He had considered telling this manling that if they were to negotiate
a deal that he would have to take the knife away from his throat, but before
he could speak the cold hard look that had left the boy's scarred face
returned with an unholy vengeance. Fear slowly began to eat away at his
calm, cool resolve like the seductively corrosive power of the Dark Side.

 Voltrick knew that it was time to put up or shut up, so he slowly reached
into his pocket and pulled out the bag of spice. He held it up for them to
see. "I want three thousand credits for the lot, not a credit less," he said
as he kept his eyes locked right on Xizor's.

 Prince Xizor was stunned by the obscenely pitiful amount of credits this
boy was asking and he saw and opportunity to savagely turn the tables on
this boy. "Guri, give this *young man* thirty thousand credits. That should
be more then adequate to pay for the spice."

 Voltrick was shocked by what he just heard, so much so that the hand that
was holding the blade to prince Xizor's throat wavered hesitantly. Prince
Xizor saw his chance to finish this game and was about to rip this foolishly
brave boy's throat out. He would enjoy the look of horror that would open
his eyes wide with fear...yes, it would be expensive to reupholster the
seats in the ground car, but it would be worth it to see the boy laying on
the floor, clutching his ravaged throat as he died. To hear his pitiful,
mewling whimper as he drowned in his own blood as he drank the last of his
chilled wine. To savour the final agonizing moment of this pompous child's
life as it ran out of him like his blood.

 But he was a billionth of a second to slow as he mentally willed his
taloned hand into action.

 Voltrick knew that he was dead meat as he felt the first burning pain of
his flesh starting to part as the lizard man's talons began to traverse the
length of his throat. His last act among the land of the living was to be to
will his hand to return Voltrick's favour in kind.

 Prince Xizor's eyes went wide with fear as he felt the razored kiss that
the boy's blade was planting on his throat with it's tender savagery. As he
felt his blood began to trickle out of the wound, he somehow fought his way
though his dying fear to stop his hand.

 Voltrick felt his blood beginning to flow and with a curse he was about to
will his vengeful hand to finish it's lethal task when he felt the lizard
man's hand stop. With a burst of raw willpower, he stopped himself as the
two of them sat there, looking each other in the eyes as they asked
themselves the question, "Is taking this being's life worth dying for?" They
sat there in their dark contemplation. Then, slowly, ever so slowly Prince
Xizor lowered his slightly bloodstained hand from Voltrick's lightly wounded
throat, followed by Voltrick who lowered his casually bloodied blade from
Prince Xizor's slightly nicked throat. Each of them knew that the game was
over. There would be no more treachery on either of their parts as they
exchanged a mental salute. They nodded there heads ever so slightly in a
grim understanding.

 Guri was just about jump on the boy when she saw their blood beginning to
flow, but she knew that she was way too late to change the outcome of this
"Ka-Tet-Cor" (The Death Dance). All she could do was sit there and watch as
the end came to pass, but when they stopped she started to reach for the
boy, ready to rip him into bits as her fear and fury moved her to do so.

 "No, Guri," was her lord's words and she stopped herself as her calm cold
and methodical mindset took over. She sat there staring daggers at the boy
how just about end her lord's life, who ignored her.

 Prince Xizor slowly raised his bloody talons to his lips and licked the
boy's blood from them, as is the old Falleen tradition in honor of a worthy
adversary.  Voltrick saw that and returned the favor by rising the bloodied
blade to his lips and licking the blood off it.  Thus the bloody power play
came to it's end.

 "Are you not going to count the credits to see that they're all there?"
Prince Xizor asked the boy after Guri and him made the exchange. Voltrick
looked at the lizard man and shook his head. "On this matter I trust you,"
he said as Guri scanned the spice with her built-in microsensors. She saw
that it was the real thing and not some kind of rip-off. "It's real," was
her reply and Prince Xizor smiled. He knew that the spice was real, but he
let her going with inspecting it to make herself feel useful and to help
heal her wounded ego.

 "I could use a man like you in my organization." Prince Xizor said to the
young man before him, hoping that he would take him up on his offer. He
would break him and mold him into a fine member of his sovereign guards.

 Voltrick shook his head. "Sorry, but I want no part of this." he pointed
out towards The Pit. "I'm getting out of here and going to try to make an
honest living for myself." Voltrick was sick of the filth and slime that he
and his mother had lived in; he had a chance to make a better live for
himself and there was nothing or no one that was going to stop him.

 "Pity, you would have done well for yourself in my organization," Prince
Xizor said as he poured the last of his wine into his glass and drank deeply
of it. Even though the wounds to their throats were minor, they even had
stopped bleeding, each of them felt as dry as the sands of Tatooine.

 Prince Xizor asked if there was any place that he could drop him off at,
hoping to find out where this young man lived. "No, it's a nice night for a
walk. besides I need the exercise anyways."

 "I understand," Prince Xizor said as he had the ground car come to a stop.
Guri opened the door beside her. He wanted to see what the young man would
do; he had to give this young man credit. He may be green around the gills,
but he was no fool.

 Voltrick saw the game for what it was as his smart-ass side came to the
forefront. "Well, it's been a slice, Mister…?"

 "I am Prince Xizor," the Falleen said, smiling as he saw the look of shock
play out on the young man's face. As quickly as it had come it was gone.
"And you are?"

 "The name's Voltrick. Don't call me and I won't call you," he said as he
started to get out of the ground car. Prince Xizor went to finish the last
of his wine. Guri gave him a dirty look as he passed her, and Voltrick
turned to look at her. "Well, it was nice to meet you, sweetcheeks. We'll
have to get together someday for dinner and, perhaps, some genital
gymnastics." He started to laugh as he saw Guri's cold eyes widen in shock.
She let out a strangled gasp and Prince Xizor choked on his wine. "What's
the matter? Don't you like dinner?" Voltrick added as he walked away into
the cold night.

 Voltrick was riding high. He had thrown the bones with the Sith and won
free and clear. He held his head up high and walked slowly at a leisurely
pace, but as soon as he turned the corner he ran like a flaming wookiee.

 "I'll skin that little bastard alive!" Guri snarled as her rage began to
burn out of control. She was just stepping out of the ground car when she
felt her lord's hand on her arm.  "Get back in here. I am disappointed by
your actions tonight," he said and Guri could see the angered look on his
usual calm face. Guri got back into the ground car as fear raced though her.
She had failed her lord; that failure nearly cost him his life. It was well
known that Prince Xizor did not take to failure very kindly.

 "First, I want you to send Crokcas to deal with that young man. No one
makes a fool out of me and lives. Then we shall discuss your failure as my
body guard in length," Prince Xizor said as he had Guri sit down and shut
the door. Then, he had the driver get the ground car underway.

 Guri was smiling to herself. Crokcas was the meanest, most evil son of a
bitch out of all of her lord's trackers. He liked to pop the eyeballs out of
someone's face with his thumbs just for kicks. Guri picked up the vid phone
and made the call.

 A few days later, Voltrick and his mother were out shopping with the
credits that Voltrick had received in his deal with the devil. Ever since
that night, Voltrick had cleaned himself up and got an after-school
part-time job, an apprenticeship in a repulsorlift repair shop as a janitor.
He liked the way repulsorlift vehicles glided about the ground in their
graceful manner. One day he would fly them. He knew what he wanted and he
now had the means to make his dreams come true. At last life was looking up
for him.

 As they stopped for a bite to eat at a fairly upscale restaurant, they had
no idea of the dark shadows that were following them.

 Crokcas was hiding a tree by Voltrick's apartment as a cool breeze filled
the night air. When he had gotten the call from Guri, his boss's body guard
and part time chew toy, she told him about a boy that Prince Xizor wanted
taken care of. He wondered what was going on, but when he saw the look in
her eyes and Prince Xizor sitting there, looking out the ground car's window
and rubbing his throat, he knew something strange had happened. But before
he could ask what was going on she cut him off and told him to find the boy
and make him suffer. From the tone of her voice, Crokcas could tell that
this boy had really gotten on her nerves. He decided to get on with the task
and keep his mouth shut.

 As Guri gave him the info on the boy, he was in the back of his mind
thinking up some ways to really mess this boy up before he killed him,
things that would make a Hutt sweat.

 Crokcas rested his stun rifle to his shoulder. It had been easy to find the
boy and his mother; he had tracked them all day, waiting for the right
moment to strike. Now they were about to get back to their home to settle
down for the night after a late night on the town. There was nobody around.
He would stun them, then take them back into the slums to the safe house
that Prince Xizor, via Guri, had set up for him. Once they woke up, then the
fun would start, starting with the boy's mother.

 Crokcas lined the stun rifle up with the boy's mother and when he pulled
the trigger it was lights out.

 "Agent Shadowfade here, target has been eliminated."


 Prince Xizor was jut getting out of the sauna as the clock struck noon. It
was a bright sunny day, and there were many credits to be made. He was in a
good mood. "Yes, it's going to be one of those days," he thought to himself
as he got dressed. He was waiting for Dal'Nsaldora the Hutt to call.  Prince
Xizor was in such a good mood that he would accept the Hutt's offer of five
million credits for the northwest sector of The Pit. Sure, it would take the
Hutt some time to make up the credits, but the northwest sector would more
than make up for it.

 Guri walked into his opulent bedroom. When he saw her, his smile faded away
when he saw the look of disbelief mixed with the hint of fear that was in
her eyes.

 "What is the problem, Guri?" Prince Xizor asked as he got a slight sinking
feeling in his guts. Guri was still fearful of her lord. After she had sent
Crokcas to take care of the boy, her night had been a long and painful one
(yes, HRDs can feel pain) as Prince Xizor *discussed* her failure as a
bodyguard.

 "This came for you." Guri said as she held up a plain gray box. "Oh, what
is it?" Prince Xizor asked. Guri told him to take a look for himself. His
sinking feeling grew as he took the box from her and opened it up.

 "WHAT IN-" his words died off as he saw the head of Crokcas inside the box.
Then he saw the words on the inside of the top flap. "Consider this a
warning, leave the boy alone!" Prince Xizor was about to ask what was going
on when the vid phone rang. "We'll deal with this later," he said as he
forced himself into a calm, cool manner, but inside he was raging.

 "Ah, Prince Xizor, my good man. How are you this fine day? I trust all is
well?" Dal'Nsaldora the Hutt said. Yes, indeed, it was going to be a good
day. After all, the rumour mill had it that the Falleen was going to take
him up on his deal for the northwest sector of The Pit.

 Prince Xizor heard something in the Hutt's voice that set his already
jangled nerves on edge. He had liked Crokcas. He was a fine servant while he
was alive. "I am slightly disturbed by some bad news I have just received,
so get to the point, if you don't mind. I am a busy man," Prince Xizor said
in a cool voice as he reconsidered closing the deal with the Hutt. There was
something that was really bothering him; the Hutt seemed a little to
confident for his liking.

 "I am shocked hear that you, the mighty Prince Xizor, is troubled. Perhaps
there is something I can do to help," The Hutt said as he let out a jovial
laugh. Dal'Nsaldora was high on spice because of his impending good fortune.

 "That's it!" Prince Xizor thought to himself. He really laid into the fat
sack of shit.

 "Yes, you can help me," Prince Xizor said, and before Dal'Nsaldora could
say anything Prince Xizor cut him off. "For one thing, you will stop
interfering with my operations. There will be no deal for the northwest
sector of The Pit." Prince Xizor relished the look on the Hutt's face as he
watched Dal'Nsaldora's eyes bug out, his gaping mouth opening wide in shock,
as if someone had slammed his tail in a blast door. "Two, do not call me
again. Should you interfere with my plans again the results will be most
unpleasant for you. Understand?!" Prince Xizor said as he severed the vid
phone link with the sputtering Hutt.

 Guri jumped slightly when her lord suddenly spun around. "I want a team
sent to deal with this boy, NOW!" he said in a voice so cold that Guri felt
her solenoids constrict in fear. "At once my lord!" Guri said. This time she
would lead the team herself. She was looking forward to paying back that
child for the pain he caused her. Prince Xizor sat down. He was right; it
was going to be one of those days.

 As he watched Guri, he called out to her, "Once you have assembled and
dispatched the team I want you to return. I have a headache and I want you
to take care of it," he said as he decided to get himself a glass of
Corellian ale.  "Damn it!" Guri snarled. She wanted to put that boy though
the hell she had suffered, but it looked like fate was being unfair to her.
"Yes my lord," she said as she stormed out of Prince Xizor's living
chambers.

 She had gotten together a ten-being team of the best hired guns that money
could buy on such short notice. She had even put out a call for Boba Fett,
IG-88, 4-LOM and Zuckuss, Dengar, and Bossk. She wanted this child erased as
painfully as possible with no mistakes, but they were all out collecting
bounties. She told the others to bust the kid up badly and then to bring his
head to her; she would then bring it to her lord, in hopes of appeasing his
still lingering anger towards her.

 Once that was done, she then went to her lord's living chambers and found
him laying on the bed waiting for her. It would be a long but not so
unpleasant day for them both.


 Two days went by and the bounty hunters failed to report in. Prince Xizor
send a team of his best sovereign guards to find them. They failed to report
in as well.

 Prince Xizor was having a fit, albeit a quiet one, but a fit nonetheless.
As he was reading over the reports from his vast underground empire, Guri
burst into this throne room, startling him.

 "You'd better have a good reason barging in here like this," Prince Xizor
said as he dismissed the underlings that were hovering there. Once they were
gone he turned to speak with Guri, but he shut his mouth when he saw the
look of naked, shocking disbelief interspersed with a hint of fear on her
face.

 "You had better come and see this," Guri said as she took him by the arm
and started dragging him to his ground car. Prince Xizor was beside himself;
never had he seen Guri act like this. They got into the ground car, Guri in
the driver's seat and she gunned it ahead at full speed.

 Guri stopped the ground car a few miles away from The Pit, then they got
out and looked up to see one of the new Victory Class Star Destroyers above.
Guri handed her stunned lord a pair of macrobinoculars and he saw the
Imperial stormtroopers that had landed start to lay siege to The Pit as more
drop ships began to land, releasing more of the dreaded soldiers. Within
half an hour, The Pit had been purged much like the Jedi Knights had been:
total eradication.

 "Guri, I do believe that it is time for us to leave," Prince Xizor said as
he got back into the ground car.

 When they got back, they found all of the sovereign protectors dead. As
they made their way though the small palace that Prince Xizor had built on
this world, they found everyone else dead, too. There was a stifling, cold
chill in the bloody air. Once they got to Prince Xizor's throne room they
saw a note on the seat.

 "You we're warned! LEAVE THE BOY ALONE! Or you die!"

 Prince Xizor was so enraged that he lost his cool. "I TOLD THAT FAT PIECE
OF BANTHA SHIT NOT TO KRIFF WITH ME!" he screamed. Sicking the Imperials on
your competitors was not a new tactic, but one did not do so lightly, lest
they become known to the Empire.  Prince Xizor calmed down and started to
think about this. It seemed highly unlikely that Dal'Nsaldora the Hutt would
do such a thing. "So there's a new player in this game," Prince Xizor said
to himself as he and Guri went to his ship. After checking it over to make
sure there were no surprises, they left and headed back to the Skyhook. All
the while Prince Xizor just sat and thought about this.

 Once they where at the Skyhook Prince Xizor decided that who ever had set
the Empire loose on him was not someone to mess with, but still some had to
pay for this outrage. "Guri, I want you to rid me of  Dal'Nsaldora the Hutt.
Do it quietly, then find out who did this to me," Prince Xizor said as he
poured himself a big glass of spiced ale.

 "Yes, my lord!" Guri said with an evil smile. She remembered how the slug
had leered at her; it made her synthflesh crawl. "What about the boy?" she
asked as she got her things together in preparation for mission to put down
the Hutt. Prince Xizor thought about it. "No, leave him be. At least until
we find out who is watching over him. I can wait," he said. And wait he
would, because right now there was a band of puny pirates that were hitting
the ships of one of his front companies.

 "Yes, I can wait. Sooner or later I will find out who you are, then I will
deal with you," Prince Xizor thought to himself as he looked out viewport
into deep space, and for some reason, he swore he could hear someone or
something laughing at him.

        FINS



The life of LT.Hit-Man

Part 3
Voltrick NaFeel got up and got dressed in his new black jeans black socks
and white t-shirt that he had bought with some of the credits he had from
his deal with Prince Xizor, his mother had asked where he had gotten the
credits from when they went into the city, he did not want to tell her but
he could see that she was not going to let the question go unanswered so he
told her that he had taken some spice from the trandoshan that he had wasted
and got it sold, how ever he did not tell her of his run in with Prince
Xizor.

" If you ever do anything like that again I'll tan your ass but good!"
Lreani said as he took her son by the arm and dragging him out of the
department store there was no way she would not have her son dealing spice
not after the way the Empire had gone into the slums that they had left, she
was mad but more then that she was sacred for her son, the one true joy in
her life, not when fate had smiled upon them.

Voltrick could see that his mother was about ready thrash him right then and
there so he spoke, hoping that his words would appease her anger, " Mom I
only did that she we could keep our new home, I have no desire to go back to
the stinking Sithhole we left, I have no intention of doing that agin, I
swear that by the force."
Lreani gave her son a cold hard look, she could tell that he was telling the
truth but she knew that he would be tempted by the lure of easy credits, her
mom and dad had been and she had suffered long and hard for there screw up
and there was no way in the Sith that she would let that happen so she
looked down at her son who was slightly trembling at the hard look that she
was giving him.

" I believe you but I want you to have a better life then the one I have
had." she said as she hugged her son, to her relief her son returned her
embrace, " That's why you will be going to school tomorrow." she said as
they left go of each other and made there way to another store in the
Grandview mall, after all he would need school supplies and new clothes as
well.

Voltrick bit his lip he had no desire what so ever to be in a building full
of screaming kids and teachers and there droids no he had thought about
becoming an apprentice at the local repulsor lift repair shop, he loved how
repulsor lift craft seemed to hang in the air heedless of gravity's pull or
the way they speed over the ground like a great flying beast on the prowl
for it's food, he was sure that he could lean more by doing something then
reading about it on data pads.

" No son, why work at a low credit paying job when you can use the knowledge
that you get from an education to make the kind of living you want, not the
one you need in order to survive." his mother told him as they talked about
him getting a formal education, she was also worried about him being alone,
every child needed friends all his young life Voltrick had been a loner, she
did not want her son to end up becoming a thrill-killer that you heard about
on the nightly holo-newscast.

They stopped for a bite to eat at a family restaurant and continued to talk
about him going to school.

" Son your going to school and that's all there is to it." Lreani told her
son as she dug into her Bramen burger hoping that her son was not going to
cause a scene, if he did she would spank him but good and this time she
would not be swayed by her son's words this time.

Voltrick finished chewing the meat off of his Bramen ribs and was about to
crack the rib bone open to get at the bone marrow when he saw the look in
his mother's eyes and he knew that there was no way in the Sith he was going
to be able to talk his way out of it, " Fine I'll go but I ant going to like
it." he said as he opened up the rib bone with his teeth and took a small
perverse delight in the loud crunch that seemed to echo though out the
restaurant, drawing a few odd looks form the other restaurant patrons.

" That fine son you don't have to like but just do the best you can and if
you have a problem with some of the work I'll do what I can to help you."
Lreani told her son, thankful that he was not going to fight her on this
matter.

There was no more talk about his schooling as they sat there and fished
there meal but she could see that her son was stewing inside, she would get
him a small treat for his first day of school, she hoped that would put him
in a better mood.

As they where walking out of the shopping mall they came across a few Mon
Calamari and a few other non-humans that where protesting the Empire's
growing mistreatment of all non-humans, that last for a minute and a half
before a squad of stormtroopers began to brake up the protest along with the
protester's heads and ribs with the butts of there E-11's.

" Damm right, stinking alien scum." Voltrick muttered, muttered a little to
loudly as he suddenly found himself over his mother's knee as she spanked
his ass right then and there.

" I DON'T EVER WANT TO HEAR YOU TALK LIKE THAT AGAIN OR SO THE FORCE HELP ME
I'LL SPANK YOUR SORRY ASS WORSE THEN THIS!" Lreani screamed at the top of
her lungs, scarring her son even worse then he was at that moment, she would
not tolerated any kind of racism what so ever, even those she still
mistrusted aliens, especially when it came to trandoshans but she had seen
and felt first hand that corrosive power to blame someone or something that
was different then you where for all the problems in your life, to degrade
them, vilify them and relegate then to a second class state but she kept
telling herself that they where sentient beings as well, that they had the
same needs, fears and hopes as she did, she would be dammed if she was going
to let her son fall into the same racist trap that so many humans found
themselves in.

Voltrick back away from his mother once she let him go, he was pissed,
pissed off at having been embarrassed in front of so many people, pissed off
at having be sacred shitless so easily by his mother's unexpected actions to
his comment and he wondered how she could side with the stinking aliens,
especially after what that low down trandoshan had done to her.

" Let's go!" his mother said as she took him by that arm and was almost
dragging him out of the shopping mall and he was about to start his own
little protest at his mistreatment but one look at his mother's face and
seeing her fury he deiced to shut his trap less she put an even worse smack
down on his sore and sorry ass, when they got home they had a long and in
depth talk about racism.
Voltrick would spend a long and sleepless night thinking not about  the
slight pain and humiliation that his comment had caused him but it was his
mother's words that kept his mind awake as he pondered them, in the end he
came to realize that his mom was right about non-humans having the basic
right to be treated with the same respect and dignity that he would expect
from anyone else.

Voltrick was in a cranky mood, his mother had woken him up early and told
him to get dressed in the best clothes he had then they ate breakfast and it
was off to another shopping mall for some school supplies once she had
gotten him what he would need they went to the nearest school by there home.

After and hour of his mother talking to the school's principal and him
sitting there with his arms crossed over his chest and occasionally answered
a few questions that the principal asked him the three of them walked to
Voltrick's first class, Galactic Basic.

Lreani waited until the principal left them before she leaned down and
hugged her son, she felt odd at leaving her son as she went to work, it was
her first day at a new job as well, she would be working as a reacquisition
officer at a metals smelting plant.

" You be good now and try to relax." she said as she looked her son in the
eyes, she could see his anxiety at having to be at school, the slight fear
at being in an unknown place and having to work at something he only had a
vague understanding of and being around other kids his own age.
She gave him a kiss on the cheek and that made him squirm after all he was
ten years old and he was all grown up or so he said and she took a motherly
delight in his minor discomfort.

" You didn't bring any weapons to school did you?" she asked, most parents
did not have to ask there children that, not at that age but ever since he
had dumped the trandoshan that had raped her she always had the fear in the
back of her mind that he would kill again, you could get away with that back
in the slums they had lived in but this was the big city if he did kill
anyone or tried to there would be the Sith to pay for that and there where
times when she had seen him sitting around when he was not out and about
exploring the city as he was so given to wonder lust that he had a cold
blank and lifeless look that hardened his young boyish face in such away
that it scared the shit out of her.

" No mom I got rid of the blaster along time ago." Voltrick said as his
mother got to his feet, he was wishing that he had with him he was having a
hard time adjusting to living in a city, living with out the need to be
watching your back, knowing that your life could end at any time without
warning or having to scrounge around or steal in order to survive but so far
he was doing ok with it and as time marched on he found himself enjoying the
freedom for that old life yet he was missing the challenge of survival that
he was all to familiar with.

" Ok son you behave yourself." his mother said as she loving mussed hair
casing him to groan to himself.
" I love you my dear dear son." Lreani said as she was about to leave for
her new job.

" I love you to mom." Voltrick said as he gave her a hug, then he watched
her walk out of the school.
" Time to get this show on the road." Voltrick thought to himself as he
forced down his fears as he reached for the door knob of the door that would
leading him into a whole new world.

Phyllis Modoc was about to have her class study how the rise of the Empire
had affected the various languages when the door to her class room opened
and there stood a young boy who was just staring at everyone, something
about this boy set her nerves on edge.

Voltrick took one look at the rest of the kids in his class sitting there
with there all so innocent and insipid looks on there faces he was convinced
beyond any doubt that the universe was out to get him.
" Sheep I'm surrounded by sheep!" Voltrick though to himself as the kids
looked him over " Well at lest I won't have a problem with any of these
kriff heads." he thought to himself as the teacher start to speak to him.
" I'm Voltrick NaFeel, the new kid on the block." he said as he handed the
teacher the data pad that the principal had given him to give to his
teachers as he went from one class to another..

" Class we have a new student I want you to say hello and make him feel
welcomed." Phyllis said in a cheerful voice that had Voltrick wishing that
he had his blaster on him, he shoot them all then himself, no one should
have to suffer like this.

After the class said hello, Phyllis handed the boy a data pad and told him
to read it over and she was about to say how happy she was to have him in
her class but Voltrick cut her off.
" Now that we have dispense with the pleasantries let's get this show on the
road, I have had enough of this sweetness any more niceties and I'm going to
over load my aggression inhibitors." Voltrick snarled as he went to find
himself a seat vowing that then next shit head that even dared to talk to
him was going to get a belt in the chops.

" Oh for kriff sakes they sent me another problem child." Phyllis thought
when she heard the boy said that and she decided to put an end to any
problems that might be in the making right then and there.
" Look Voltrick I know that coming to a new school is a difficult thing but
there is no need for you act like that." she said in a stern yet kind voice
that made Voltrick feeling like he was going to puke his guts out.

" Fine, let's just get this over with." Voltrick said as he sat down,
wondering how long it would take to put this hell hole to the torch should
the need arise before he started to read the data pad that he had been
given, Phyllis was about to say something but when she saw the scowl on the
boy's scared face as he started to read the data pad that she had given him
she would have a talk with the school's psychiatrist and the principal when
the day was done for she was more then convinced that this child had some
problems in his past and that this boy was going to cause them no end of
trouble.

She had no idea how right she was.

Voltrick sat there racking his brains trying to understand what he was
reading, the lesson was how galactic basic was taken from the old Ubese root
language as well as Aldarain and Bacte, none of this made any sense to him
what was the point learning about how Galactic basic was formed, to his way
of thinking Galactic basic was spoken by just about every being in the
galaxy, it worked so who gave a srecladon's ass where it came from.

Once that lesion was done they began to work with mathematics Voltrick let
out a slight groan when he saw the math problems he had been given to solve
try as he might he just could not get the hang of it.

" So we carry the third section over to the tenth section and we get?"
Phyllis said as she looked over the students who had there hands raised
after a few seconds " Voltrick what's the answer?" she asked and suddenly
everyone in the class was looking at him, Voltrick felt like he was standing
before a firing squad.

" I don't know, your the teacher why don't you tell us?" Voltrick said with
a sarcastic tone in his voice when the students heard that they started to
laugh, it was a costly escape but well worth it when he saw the teacher's
face darken as the kids began to laugh louder and louder with each passing
moment.

" Class quite down!" Phyllis barked and the rest of the kids shut there
mouths, they could see that the teacher was in no mood for anyone's
bullshit. but before she could say anything the buzzer sounded, signaling
the end of the first quarter of the school day, it was time for recess.

There was a mad rush for the classroom door as the kids wanted to be out in
the school yard it was a nice and sunny day and there was a warm and gentle
breeze after the rainy morning that made the day all the more better to be
out playing instead of being cooped inside, Voltrick grabbed his stuff  and
was about to head out and find himself a place where he could be alone
before the next class so he could get his wits about him.

" Voltrick I want to have a word with you." Phyllis said as she stood in
front of the class room door, she had a very stern look on her face.
" WHAT!" Voltrick said in a snarly voice as he fought down the urge to
clobber the teacher so he could get the Sith out of that room that he was
convinced was some kind of fiendish torture chamber.

" Your behavior is unexcusable, you will learn to behave yourself." Phyllis
said as she starred down at the young boy who was looking like he was ready
to have a fit right then and there then she switched tactics.
" Are you have some kind of trouble with your studies" she as in a slightly
less harsh voice.

Voltrick was ready to put down this bitch for keeps and to the Sith with the
consequences but when she asked him if he was having a problem with the
lesion that he was being given the rage within him faded away leaving him to
wonder just what in the Sith was going on.
" Yes I am having the S-a hard time understanding math and I don't see why I
need it for after all when I grow up I'm going to work on repairing repulsor
lift crafts." Voltrick said as he wondered why was he telling her this then
without another thought as to why he was doing this he counted to speak.

Phyllis was about to say something but for some reason beyond her
understanding she found herself unable to speak so she just looked at
Voltrick and listened and for some reason it felt good to listen to this
boy.

" I mean I can learn a lot more about repairing repulsor lifts by working on
them then reading and studying math, I mean what the S-what does math and
all this C-stuff have to do with repairing rouser lifts?" Voltaic asked as
he fought with himself to keep from swearing like a stormtrooper.

Phyllis could not help but smile as she heard Voltrick speak with such
conviction that he knew what he was doing even though he was just a boy and
at such a young age he knew what he wanted to do with his life.

" Well Voltrick if you do not know mathematics how will you know how much
power you need to put into say a speeder bikes power feed lines without
burning them out." Phyllis said as she watched Voltrick think about what she
had said to him and that made her happy that she was reaching out to this
boy, it made the hassle and toil of teaching her students the lessons that
they would need to make there dreams a realty worth the trouble.

Voltrick was beside himself all his life he thought he knew what he needed
to know in order to get what he wanted but now this teacher had asked him
something that he did not understand and it made him rethink about how he
was going about getting what he wanted, " Well I'm sure that I would learn
that from my boss at the repulsor lift repair shop." he said and more to the
point then answering her question he wanted to see how she would react to
that and if she could not answer that question he would know that he was
right about what he was thinking and how he was living his life.

Phyllis could she that Voltrick was trying to use reasoning instead of
blustering his was though her question and that's when she knew that she had
him on the right path, now all he needed was a nudge to get him started on
that path of discovery.

" Well I'll tell you this Voltrick if you went into any repulsor lift repair
shop and asked them to teach you how to fix repulsor lift engines they would
tell you that they don't have to the time to teach you that, they would say
go to school and learn the basics before coming to them."
Phyllis told Voltrick and saw the look if disappointment on his face that
quickly changed to a look of outrage.

" Well that sucks dead dyanoga d-that sucks!" Voltrick said indignantly, it
was so unfair he was willing to listen to watch and learning from the ones
who where working on the repulsor lifts themselves instead of sitting at a
desk and learning from some one who knew nothing about repulsor lifts, or
did Phyllis know about them.
" Well do you know how much power you have to put thought a speeder bike's
power feed lines so you don't burn them out?" Voltrick said in a challenging
tone of voice.

Phyllis knew that he would asked that and if she was to make any head way
with this boy she would have to answer him very carefully, " No I don't but
I do know that tha-" " Right then what in the Sith am I doing here, this is
just one big waste of time!" Voltrick said cutting her off as he began to
get all huffy, he felt so trapped that he was not able to go right to the
source of information and get what he need to do what he wanted, sitting
around and reading from data pads about stuff that had nothing to do with
what he had in mind was a complete waste of time, time that could be better
spent working on what he waited to work and leaning from any mistakes that
he would make along the way.

Phyllis could see that she was losing him and though for a moment on how she
could explain this in terms that Voltrick would understand at his age.

" Well Voltrick not only is a lack of  foreknowledge on how to repair a
speeder bike a waste of time, having to replace parts that you have damage
or destroyed because you feed to much power though them a lack of knowledge
is also very dangerous, you could end up hurting or killing yourself or
others around you." Phyllis said and saw Voltrick's face grow dark and
thoughtful at her words.

" Man that would bite the high hard one." Voltrick said as he had a metal
image of himself getting his ass bbq'd because he had to much power running
though a wire as he though back to the time he had tried to make a homemade
tazer, he had hooked up six eighty-eight volt power cells to an old lamp
post that he had scrounged up before he hooked the wire to the mechanical
switch that was he had fused to the plastic lamp post and when he grabbed
the wire to hook it up to the lamp post he got one Sith of a jolt that made
him yowl, when his mom heard he yell out she burst into his room and saw
that he had brunt the fingers of his right hand pretty badly.

But once his mom saw that he would be ok she read him the riot act big time,
" Just what where you thinking when you did this?" Lreani asked in a harsh
voice as she saw the leaning of plastic lamp post that had strips of cast
iron run the inside length of the plastic shaft that need in with four iron
prongs that where bent inwards so that they formed a four sided point and at
the back end of the plastic lamp post was crude mechanical switch.
" Well mom I was trying to make me a zap wand so that I could go hunting for
food and best of all it would cook the beasty for you, pretty neat eh?"
Voltrick said sheepishly, yes he had planned to make the zap wand so he
could hunt for food, he mentally pictured himself sitting a tree, zap wand
in hand then when his prey would pass by him he would leap from the tree
with the scarcest face he could make while screaming at the top of his lungs
his terrifying war cry "OMNI-TAZER SUPREME!" ZAP!!!!!!!! sizzle sizzle
dinner is served!

Phyllis could see that Voltrick was thinking it over then she asked " Do you
know how fast you can fly a swoop in a tight S turn without cause a chassis
fracture?" Phyllis asked with a wistful smile that seemed to snap the young
boy out of what ever thoughts he had lost himself in.
" No do you?" Voltrick asked, there was a slight challenge in his voice and
Phyllis let out a slight chuckle when she saw the look of shock on his face
when she told him that she did know the answer to that question.
" WHAA you used to race swoops !?" Voltrick asked in a disbelieving tone of
voice but for some reason he found himself believing that she was not lying.

" No but my husband used to race swoops until he suffered a chassis fracture
that crushed both his legs and spine he can still walk but his racing days
are over." Phyllis said and Voltrick did not know how to reply to that bit
of news so all he did was look her over and he could almost feel the sadness
that she had in her heart and his lingering rage left him.
Phyllis saw that Voltrick was over his anger and she waited for him to make
the next move and she prayed that he would open up to her and listen to what
she had to say because she had no doubts that if this boy applied himself he
could go far in life as she saw the killer instinct in him, if he could
harness that he could do what ever he wanted in life and not only succeed
but enjoy the challenges that life had to offer him as he grew up.

Voltrick was beside himself could he really trust what the teacher was
saying to him or was it all an act to get him to behave himself, he
struggled with the ingrained mistrust that he held for everyone else around
him then with a surge of pure will power he put down not only his mistrust
of other people but his subconscious fear of opening up to another person as
he made the decision to trust his teacher, trust her for the time being.

" Look I'm still really bugged out about being here and yes I am having a
hard time understanding math and I could use the extra help." Voltrick said
as he fought down his shame for admitting his weakness.

Phyllis  smiled as she knew that Voltrick had faced one of the hardest
challenge that a being had to face in it's life time, knowing when it could
not do something and to face a problem and find the will to conquer it as
well as admitting that it was weak, Voltrick in her eyes was not longer a
boy but a young man and she would do everything she could to help him.

" I understand and I will help you if you need it just ask and don't mind
what anyone else says." Phyllis told him and her heart warmed up a bit more
as she saw Voltrick relax, she had him cold and she could use that bit of
power that she held over him to bend him to her will if she was so inclined
but she did not think that would really be a good idea because something his
eyes when he first saw him told her that he was not someone to be trifled
with and for some odd reason she did not want to mess with his mind, no she
wanted to see what he was really like without being lead on.

" I'll tell you what if you do well with you studies and I will bring you
over to met Jake my husband, if it's all right with you parents-" Phyllis
saw Voltrick's face darken a bit when she mention his parents and made a
mental note to herself to becareful if she talked to him about his parents
"- and you and Jake can talk about repulsor left crafts and swoops." she
finished speaking, hoping that would encourage him of his own free will to
give his studies the best that he could, she figured that if he had a goal,
something to look forward to he would work harder and her assumption on that
matter where proven to be true as she saw Voltrick's face light up brighter
then a super nova.

" Really?, COOL!" Voltrick said as he felt an unfamiliar joy explode though
out his being, " At last I'm finally could to get some info on what I want
to know."he though to himself as he vowed to work as hard as he could to
master his studies and he was not going to let anything stand in his way.
" I'm going to be the best student you have ever seen!" Voltrick say in a
high spirited voice as he had a mental image of him and an old man as he
worked on a disassembled swoop and under the old man's tutelage he solved
the mystery of repulsor lift technologies.

Phil could feel the young man's enthusiasm and it touched her heart to know
that she had taken what seemed to be an arduous task and turned it into some
thing that he would enjoy doing as he learned and became more then he was.
" Ok now you go and play and I'll see you at the last class of the day, be
good." Phyllis said as she reached out and ruffled his hair, wishing that
she had a child of her own, but Jake also lost the ability to sire offspring
in the crash as well, even though the physical damage had been healed the
metal scars had not.

" Hey Hey don't mess with the do!" Voltrick said in a mock tough guy voice
before he zipped out of the class room with his back pack of school
supplies.
" Yep things are finally going my way for once." Voltrick though as he
walked out into the school yard with out a care in the universe, however
unknown to him or anyone else there was someone watching him from the
shadows and waited for the time to act, the one who was watching from the
shadows could wait for it had all the time in galaxy in which to act.

Iris Dachun was sitting with her friends Seiata and  Rurilo under a tolglo
tree to keep out of the mud and they where talking about things that little
girls always seemed to talk about, dolls playing house and all that jazz
when a shadow fell on then Iris looked up and saw that Asargola and his
friends where standing there, Asargola and his four friends where about ten
to twelve years old and they where mean to everyone they always would pick
on the younger kids at school and it seems that Iris and her friend had the
bad luck of being on there hit list so to speak, " Hey what's that you have
there?" Asargola said in a snide voice as he reached for the stuffed wookie
doll that Iris had gotten for her seventh life day and snatched it from her
hands.

" Hey give that back you meany!" Iris said as she got to her feet  and tried
to grab her wookie doll back from Asargola but every time she tried he put
it behind his back then he would hold it out to her while saying " Take it
if you can." and then pull it away from her.

" Stop it!" Seiata said as she to got to her feet and was about to help Iris
get her doll back when Yotie one of  Asargola's friend stood in front of her
and said " Hey cupcake what'ch going to kiss him to death if he does not
give her back her doll?" and he started laugh hysterically, sounding like a
donkey when it brayed, they all started laughing as Asargola threw Iris's
wookie doll to one of his friends, they had formed a lose circle around the
three girls and every time one of  the boys got the doll they would hold it
out and when Iris tried to take from them they would toss it to one of the
other boys as they teased them.

Rurilo was about to call out to the school yard monitoring droid but it had
gone around the corner of the school to attend to a child that had fallen
from one of the geodesic bar hive that he had been climbing on.

" I don't think so." Govish a rodain boy said to Rurilo as he reached to
take her toy purse from her and she backed away from him, Asargola and Yotie
with throwing Iris's doll between the two of them while Iris ran frantically
towards one of the boys who had her wookie doll only to have that boy throw
to the other boy and all the while they where laughing at her as tears began
form in her bright emerald green eyes as her blood red hair swished from one
side of her face to the other, Mercolvo the ugnught boy was making a kiss
gesture to Seiata who was backing away from him with a look of disgust on
her face, Houbar, a human boy was keeping an eye out in case the school yard
monitoring droid came there way, he was the scout for the gang, this allowed
them to get away with there trouble making.

Voltrick was walking around looking over his new school and keeping to
himself as he was meandering about he heard a girl cry out " Hey give that
back you meany!" he then heard  laughter and was about to walk around the
corner from where he had herd the girl cry out from when there was a slight
scream from behind him he turned and saw that a human boy had fallen from
the geodesic bar hive that he had been on and a droid zipped passed him,
Voltrick then went around the corner and saw that there where five boy and
three girls four of the boys where teasing the three girls while one boy was
looking around, Voltrick was about to walk away, after all this was none of
his business but when he saw two human boys of the five boys start throwing
a wookie doll between the two of them while the red haired girl tried in
vein to get it back from them while a roadin boy was trying to take a purse
from a human girl with short dark gray hair and light smokey gray eyes and
there was an Ugnhnaught boy trying to kiss a very reluctant human girl with
medium length brown hair and dark brown eyes he stood there watching them
impassively and he did not know why.

Govish got the toy purse away from Rurilo and began to rifle though it and
found that there was not much in it save for a few scraps brightly colored
metallic foil paper and  piece of candy, Govish took the candy and ate it
before he dumped out the scraps of foil paper that glittered in the sunlight
that had broken though the clouds from the brief rain that had taken place
with the first classes of the day where taking place as they fell to the
ground.
" No!" Rurilo shouted as she could no longer take how the roadin had rob her
for the piece of candy that her mother had given to her as a surprise treat
but what really upset her was that the colored foil paper that she had
gotten from her arts and craft class had been ruined as it landed on the
muddy ground, she had been saving that foil paper for a picture that she was
working on at home for her mother's life day gift that was due in two days
and that had been the last of the foil paper that the arts and craft class
had so she disparately reached out to take back her purse before any more of
the foil paper was lost.

Govish let out a contemptible laugh as he reached out towards the girl who
was trying to get back her purse.
" Oh sit down." she said as he pushed her away from him, Rurilo fell
backwards and landed in a mud puddle and was covered with mud that stained
her white dress with peach highlights from her waist down.

Rurilo was on the verge of tears not only had she been robbed but her
favorite dress was ruined, she had no doubt in her mind that when she got
home her mother was going to be cross with her and she fought back her
growing sobs, then the roadin boy held up her purse and slowly turned it
over and shook it until the last few bits of colored foil paper fell out of
her purse and fluttered to the ground as the boys began to point and laugh
at her, Iris and her sister Seiata just watched in horror as Rurilo was man
handled and when the last of the colored foil paper landed in the mud beside
Rurilo and floated there for a second before they where soaked and turned to
mush, Rurilo looked up at the boys who where jeering at her, " Ha ha look at
the baby she's going to cry!", " Aww what's the matter did the baby fall
down and get all dirty!", " Look at her she's wallowing in the mud like a
sqwagler (pig)!" and to she ever growing shame Rurilo burst into tears as
the boy's jeering grew louder as her sobs where ripped from her throat as
utter despair set in.

Voltrick was about to leave when he saw the gray haired girl desperately
lunge for the purse that had been taken from her only to be pushed into the
mud then the five boys began to laugh and point at her as the last bits of
colored paper fell to the ground, she began to cry as the boy began to
mercilessly truant her and something with in him snapped, with a cold rage
in his soul he began to walk towards the boys intent on beating them into a
steaming pile of bloody pulp.

Asargola and the rest of his gang where about to push the other two girls
into the mud beside there crying friend when they hear a loud menacing shout
" I DON'T KRIFFING WELL THINK SO!" they all turned to see who had spoken the
word that would get there asses beaten if they had dared to say it and saw a
boy that they did not know who was about there age maybe a few years younger
standing there in his black paints a white t-shirt and well worn black
hiking boots and there was a look of pure hate in his deep cobalt blue eyes
as he walked towards them with a black pack over his shoulder.

" Look at this toasted loser!" Asargola said in contempt as he watched the
new kid who had dared to interrupt there fun stroll up to them as bold as
brass, he and his friends would teach this fool a lesson or two.
" Ya toasted loser!" Yotie said as he cracked his knuckle as he looked the
boy over. " Shut up!" Asargola snared at Yotie he really did not like that
boy but he could be funny at times so that's who he left him stay in his
gang, " Sorry boss!" Yotie sniveled as the four of them circled around the
boy who had walked over to them they looked him over and they had no idea
who he was but he did not seem like a threat to them.

" Give the wookie back to the girl you took it from, NOW!" Voltrick said in
a low menacing voice he was going to waste the lot of them, if there was one
thing that really got on his nerves it was this type of crap, it was obvious
that the girls could not defend them selves from the bullies who knew that
the girls where unable to stop the boys from roughing them up, he would show
them what it was like to get set upon by someone stronger then yourself.

Asargola dropped the wookie doll into the mud as he said " Who are you
suppose to be a jedi knight in shining armor?" " Ya jedi knight!" Yotie chip
in as he began to lick his lips at the thought of a good beating laid out on
the boy standing before them, "SHUT UP!" Asargola said to Yotie who cringed,
expecting to get a smack in the teeth, " Sorry boss."
Voltrick gave the boy who had dropped the wookie doll in the mud the once
over he was maybe about three inches taller then him and gave him a cold
look then he walked over to the gray haired girl who had managed to stop
crying and was watching him with a look of surprise on her face, Voltrick
reach out and pulled her up from the mud while the boys just watched him,
sizing him up as they planned on how to beat him up.

Voltrick suddenly spun around after he had let go of the gray haired girl's
hand and snatched the purse from the roadin boy's hand there was a cold
smile on his face as he saw the roadin boy jump back in fear at his
unexpected move, " Take this and then you and your friends get out of here."
he said as he held up the toy purse while he keep his eyes on the boy who
had dropped the wookie doll, it seemed to Voltrick that he was the leader of
this gang of bullies, he had gotten lucky that they had not jumped him when
he helped the gray haired girl out of the mud and he was sure that he would
not be that lucky a second time around.

Iris was starting to reach for her mud covered wookie doll when Asargola
looked at her as if he was daring her to and get her doll back, Voltrick saw
this and he felt his rage go up another notch.
" Why don't you try and pick on some who will fight back you low down piece
of gungan shit!" Voltrick snarled as he slid his back pack off and let it
drop into the mud not caring that it was going to get wet and dirty he was
just to mad worry about it.
Asargola's eyes went wide at the new boy's words so surprised by this boy's
bold attitude that he did not try and stop Iris from retrieving her wookie
doll from the muddy ground beside him, Rurilo took the purse from the boy's
hand and the three of them left the area or so the boys thought, unknown to
the six of them the three girls where peaking around the corner to watch the
inevitable fight that was coming down the line and the three of them start
to worry for the strange boy who had put a stop to the bullies that where
tormenting them so much so that they never thought to go and find a school
yard monitoring droid to stop the fight before it started.

" Man you have made a big mistake by stick your nose in our business who
ever you are." Asargola said as he balled up his hands into fists, wisely
Yotie kept his mouth shut as he and the three other boys got ready to put
the beat down on the doomed boy.

" The name's Voltrick and don't you forget it ass wipe!" Voltrick said
before he lunged at Asargola and cracked him in the face with a solid punch
that blooded his nose as the blood lust was upon him.

" Arrgg!" Asargola howled as he put his hand to his nose, no one had ever
hit him like that before and when he saw his own blood he got mad really
mad. " Your so dead!" Asargola snarled as he jump at Voltrick intent are
repaying him for the bloody nose with interest.

Voltrick smiled as he let the blood lust wash over him, " Let's mombo bitch
boy!" then he charged at Asargola while the three boy charged at him from
the left, the right and from behind while Asargola charged him head on.

Voltrick shot his right fist out at Asargola who saw Voltrick's fist coming
at him and moved to the left but he was not fast enough and was dropped to
the muddy ground like a stun bolt blasted jawa when Voltrick's fist nailed
him right in the kidney before Voltrick was tackled down to the muddy ground
but that had cost the three boys dearly as Yotie wound up with Voltrick's
left foot in his guts and was winded badly Govish howled in pain as Voltrick
jammed the thumb of his left hand into one of Govish's eyes and nearly
ripped it out of his skull, Mercolvo just about fell to the ground as
Voltrick lashed out with his right foot before he hit the ground hard, he
had been aiming for Mercolvo's groin but his downward momentum had thrown
his aim off so the toe of his hiking boot hit Mercolvo where this hip join
to his upper thigh sending a crashing wave of pain that numbed his entire
leg for a few moments.

A few seconds after  Voltrick landed on his back he rolled over onto his
hands and knees and was send sprawling back into the mud but a kick to the
guts from Houbar who had raced over to the fight when he saw the strange boy
put the smack down on his friends and started to lay the boots to Voltrick
before the rest of his friends recovered from the painful wounds that
Voltrick had inflicted on them as there rage over powered there fear and
pain.

Iris and her friends watched in awe stricken horror as the new boy put the
run down on Asargola and his four friends before he himself was taken down
by one of the gang who had been keeping an eye for the school yard
monitoring droid, they had seen fist fights before but the sheer brutality
that they where witnessing parlayed them with a nauseating terror as there
was no doubt in there minds that someone was going to die out in that blood
soaked muddy field , most likely the new boy who had dared to challenge the
bullies who had been roughing them up.

When they saw the bullies circled around the new boy who had called him
Voltrick and really lay the boots to him they freaked, Iris and Seiata
screamed out to Rurilo who was about to run towards the bullies that had
hosted the bloody and battered Voltrick to his feet as Voltrick struggled as
best as he could against the boys who held his arms, swearing and cursing
like a millta man before he was sliced by a savage gut punch.
" Any last words before we beat your sorry ass into the mud?" Asargola said
with a cruel grin as he grabbed Voltrick by hair and jerked his head up to
face him.
*cough  cough * " You had better-" * cough  * "- kill me you-" * gasp *  "-
piece of shit!" Voltrick gasped with a painful yet blood mad smile on his
face at the boy who was holding him by his hair and took a very savage
enjoyment in the surprised look on his face and just to be a rat bastard
Voltrick spat a bloody loggie in the boy's face.

Asargola just stood there looking at the beaten boy, by now most of the kids
that he and his gang had beaten up would be crying and begging for him to
leave them alone but this boy was still ready to fight even though he could
not win but when he spat in his face Asargola flipped his lid and kicked
Voltrick in the nuts, as Voltrick doubled over in breathless pain Asargola
and the rest of his gang began to beat on him.

" NO LEAVE HIM ALONE !" Rurilo screamed tearfully as she ran to help the boy
who was being beaten in to the mud not caring that she might share the same
fate as him, Iris and Seiata ran after Rurilo as Mercolvo and Houbar cruelly
hosted Voltrick to his feet.
Asargola wiped the bloody spit from his face " You made a very bad mistake
you shit head when ever you we see you or your girlfriends we're going to
make your lives miserable, remember that." he said to a dazed Voltrick as he
drew his fist back and plowed it into Voltrick's battered and scared face
knocked Voltrick out cold, Asargola was getting ready to hit Voltrick again
when he heard a girl scream from behind him he looked over his shoulder and
saw that the three girls that he and his gang had roughing up before the new
kid stick his nose in there funning Asargola know that the school yard
monitoring droid would soon be coming to see what was going on and he told
his gang that it was time to book and they dropped the beaten Voltrick into
the mud as they fled the area.

" What has happened here? " a vaguely metallic and feminine voice asked the
three girls who where standing around Voltrick who was slowly regaining
consciousness " I fell out of a tree!" Voltrick rasped as he staggered to
his feet.

The school yard monitoring droid looked at the boy for a moment as it
accessed the map of the school yard and it showed that there was not a tree
anywhere near there location that seemed to collaborate the sketchy report
about this incident from the three girls that had summoned it and concluded
that they wounded boy was lying, that information was transmitted to the
computer in the school office.

" You are in need of medical attention come with me." the school yard
monitoring droid said as it started to reach for the wounded boy.
" Touch me and I'll give you such a hard reboot that it make your gyro's
spin you got that you lump of rusted shit!" Voltrick snarled as he stared at
the droid, he was hurt and mad and most certainly in no mood to be fussed
over by a droid.

The school yard monitoring droid was taken aback by the wounded boy's
menacing altitude so much so that it just stood there with one of it's arms
outstretched towards the wounded boy as it tried to decided what to do about
this situation as Voltrick limped over to where the three badly frighten
girls where standing and asked the gray haired girl if she was all right.

Rurilo flinched as she got a good and unwanted looked at Voltrick's face
that looked like he had been caught in a stampede of dewbacks and when she
heard him ask if she was ok all she could do was nod her head, all Iris and
Seiata could do was watch as the badly beaten Voltrick limp into the school
as they tried to deal with there fears for the boy who had saved them from
the bullies and lingering shame at having been manhandled by Asargola and
his gang but when Rurilo started to cry because of the same feelings that
they where experiencing and a few that Rurilo did not understand they
started to talk with Rurilo as the school yard monitoring droid  resumed it
watch over the kids school yard, figuring that the wounded boy was being
looked after.

Head nurse Edwandela had finished putting away the roll of cold gel compress
strips that she had used to treat a boy who had taken a nasty fall from a
set of climbing bars when she heard a faint rasping sound from behind her,
when she turned around she just about jump out of her skin at the sight of a
bleeding boy that was holding the left side of his rib cage while leaning
against the doorway of her office.

" WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!?!?!?! " Edwandela asked as she raced over to the
boy with a med-scanner.
" I fell out of a tree." the wounded boy muttered though his gritting teeth
as he fought to keep from crying out in pain as she took a few readings of
the boy from the med-scanner.

Edwandela  looked over the readings from the med-scanner, not to sure of
what she was seeing from the med-scanner she took a few more readings of the
boy, the med-scanner showed that the boy had four badly cracked ribs a
broken nose and a mess load of bruises and a few other readings that made no
sense what so ever, Edwandela figured that the med-scanner was on the fritz
but that most of the readings it was showing where accurate.

Edwandela reached out to help the boy over to a bed but she stopped when the
boy gave her a look that reminded her of a wounded animal that was backed
into a corner, the most dangerous kind of animal, she slowly reached out for
the boy so as not to spook him.

>From the way the boy was acting Edwandela did not need any fancy lie
detecting equipment to know that there was more to the story of how the boy
had been hurt then simply falling out a tree.

Voltrick knew that he had nothing to fear from the school nurse but he still
did not care for being fussed over even though he knew that he need her help
and he was thankful that it was a human being and not a droid that would be
taking care of his injuries as he let the school nurse help him over and
onto a bed.

" What's your name?" Edwandela asked as she took a multi-load hypospray from
the medicine rack and was loading it with bacta, a pain blocker and a light
sedative.
" I'm Voltrick-" the boy let out another grunt of pain as he spoke -"
NaFeel.", " Ok Voltrick I need you to mover your head to the right so I can
give you this shot in your neck." Edwandela told Voltrick how gave her a
look that seemed to say * Just what the kriff do you think your doing? *
Voltrick having seen many beings strung out on all kinds of drugs back in
the slums and was not to keen on being hopped up on who knows what was in
the hypo-spray that school nurse had in her hand.

" Trust me Voltrick this will make you feel a lot better." Edwandela said
with a kind smile as she watched Voltrick look from her eyes to the
hypo-spray then back to her eyes figuring that he was having a normal
reaction that any kid would have to getting a shot and added " This will not
hurt."

Voltrick was not worried if the shot would hurt him or not, no his mother
had given him a stern but clam lecture on the evils of drugs, she of all
people knew first hand at how they can warp the mind, body and soul.
Before Voltrick had been dumped on her door step one dark and stormy night
Lreani had been hooked on spice for quite a few years of her teenage years
but when she found the baby on that had been so cruelly abandoned, for a
moment Lreani thought about taking the child to a local orphanage and
letting someone else deal with him but when she looked at the baby boy who
had stopped crying as she held him close to her and he smiled at her
something within her came to life and she knew that there was no way in the
Sith she could abandon this poor, defenseless child to an unknown fate.
Lreani vowed by all the gods that she would get her live together in order
to take care of the cooing baby that she was holding her arms and that would
mean giving up the drugs as the maternal instinct continued to swell up
within her.

Voltrick took a deep and painful breath and did as the school nurse spoke
and fought to keep from lashing at her as the hypo-spray made a slight
*PIFFing* sound.
Voltrick blinked a few time as the drugs flowed though out his body that had
been screaming at him in pain.
*WOOOOOEEE THIS ROCKS!* Voltrick thought to himself as an insipid grin
played out on his slightly mangled face and he started to giggle as his mind
took a slight rain check on realty.

Edwandela smiled as she watched Voltrick's reaction to the drugs she had
pumped into him then a slight chill of fear creeeped up her spine as she
came to think that the standard dose that is to be given a child with these
types of injuries might be a bit to much for Voltrick who was grinning like
a loony so she would have to keep a sharp eye on him as she continued to
treat his wounds.

" Voltrick I need you to take off your shirt so I can tape up your ribs."
Edwandela told him as she fetched the roll of cold gel compress strips and a
bone knitter.
" Ammm ok." Voltrick said as he started to take off his torn, muddy and
bloody shirt, *maybe she wants to see my hot bod.* Voltrick thought then
stopped as he started to wonder why the school nurse would want to see him
clad only by the sky then he began to wonder why he was thinking such
things.

Edwandela stood there and looked at Voltrick who was sitting on the bed with
his shirt half off and staring off into space.

" Voltrick I really need you to take off your shirt." Edwandela said as she
watched Voltrick regain his tenacious hold on realty.
" Humm sorry I guess IIIIIIIIEEEEEYA!" Voltrick gasped as he felt an and
unexpected twinge of pain as he got his shirt off, Edwandela shook her head
with a concerned look on her face as she saw that the entire left side of
Voltrick's torso from the armpit to hip was one mass bruise that was healing
at a fairly rapid pace she told him to laid down and keep still as she
played the bone knitter over his ribs.

Once the Edwandela finished with bone knitter she started to tape a large
pad of cold gel compress strips to Voltrick's side after she helped him to
sit up.
Voltrick felt his nipples started to get hard in the lightly chilly air of
the nurse's office as his drug addled brain began to send confusing but
pleasant messages to his brain as Edwandela's hands gently glided over his
rib cage as she wrapped some sticky tape around his torso to hold the pad of
cold gel compress to his side, her warm breath sent a wave of goossebumps
racing across his skin.

Edwandela looked over her patch up job then went to put away the medical
supplies when she turned to face Voltrick and was going tell him to put
shirt his back on and get some rest in her office when she saw that Voltrick
was curled up on the bed and out like a light so she put a warm, fuzzy
blanket over his tried,battered and healing body and smiled as she saw the
hard troubled look on his scared and bruised face fade a bit when the
blanket was put over him.

 Sometime later Voltrick slow awoke from a strange dream to the sounds of
two people talking and it took him a few moments to clear his mind from the
lingering fog left by the drugs that the school nurse had given him, as he
listened he could make out that it was the school nurse and the principal
who where talking in an alcove just to the right of the sick room.

Voltrick slowly sat up and there was only a minor throbbing pain in his side
and his face as he threw off the blanket that was on him and for  moment he
wondered where it had come from then he reached out for his ruined shirt, "
Shit mom's going to freak when she sees this." Voltrick muttered as he
started to put on his shirt.

" I see your awake." Voltrick heard as he finished putting on his ripped,
muddy and very bloody shirt, Voltrick looked up and saw that principal
Deaner Sato was standing there with Edwandela and for a few minutes there
was an awkward silence as each of them where thinking on how to brooch the
matter that had landed Voltrick in the nurse's office.

Edwandela broke the stillness in her office by asking how Voltrick was
doing.

" I'll live." was his reply as he and the principal locked eyes.

" I'm glad to hear that, so Voltrick what *Exactly* happened to you?" Deaner
asked as he fold his huge arms across his chest and leaned against a wall
with a clam look on his mustached face but there was no mistaking the stern
look in his eyes.
Voltrick felt a slight chill race up his spine as he realized that the
principal was trying to put the shake down on him, " Well sir I fell out of
a tree." Voltrick said as he fought to keep his voice as clam as possible,
there was no way he was going to rat out about the fight one thing he
learned early in his life in the slums was anyone who finked about something
they should not have wound up dead, though Voltrick doubted that he would be
killed if he spilled the beans about the fight he had never ratted out on
anyone or anything in fact it was a matter of honor to him to keep silent
when being questioned by anyone in authority.

" Voltrick there's no need to hide the truth about the fight, the three
girls that where there told me all about it." Deaner said in a gentle but
increased the firmness in his voice to show Voltrick that he was not some
kind of ogre as most school children often thought of there principals and
then he added " I just want to hear your side of the story."

Voltrick took a deep breath and said " I fell out of a tree." with a bit
more force in his voice, his gaze never wavering from the principal's.
Deaner was slightly surprised at the conviction in Voltrick's voice and that
left him stumped for a moment in most cases when he used the tone of  his
voice with the other children in his school that had broken the rules they
got the hint and came clean, he could see that Voltrick was going to be a
tough nut to crack.

Voltrick knew that they principal was not going to let the matter rest but
he was dammed and determent not to give in, " I SAID I FELL OUT OF A TREE !
" he said slowly in a calm, clear and slightly raised tone of voice hoping
that the principal would get the hidden meaning in his statement from the
way he was talking.

* If you know all about the fight then why ask me about it? *

Principal Deaner caught Voltrick's drift and from the hard look in
Voltrick's eyes he knew that there was no way that he was going to talk
about it.
" Well in that case let's not have anymore of these * falls * or there will
be trouble." Deaner said in a low and slightly more gruff voice to drive the
point home.
Voltrick let out a slight sigh of relief and with a slight smirk on his face
he said to the principal, " Don't sweat it, I know better now to avoid the
rotten branches." hoping that the principal would leave it at that.

Principal Deaner closed his eyes as he nodded his head with a slight smile,
for some reason he had a hunch that Voltrick would do his best to keep there
unspoken promise and that made his feel a little better about the whole
mess, " Ok Voltrick you do that." and turned to walk away he did not have to
look back to see the look of relief that play out on Voltrick's face, nor
did he need to look into his eyes to see the look that Voltrick was thinking
that he had won there little contest by let the matter go as he did
concerning the fight Deaner never usually did that because in most cases he
did not want to let the student in question think that he or she had put one
over on him because they might interpret that as a license to keep trying
there luck by misbehaving but in Voltrick's case Deaner had a hunch that
Voltrick would become a better student by the way he had handled the
situation and only time would tell if he was right on that matter.

Voltrick was watching the principal as he was leaving the nurse's office and
was very relived that the matter was over and done with when suddenly the
principal stopped and turned to face him.

* OH SHIT! *

" By the way Voltrick if you ever have a problem you can always come and
talk to me about it, my door is open to all the students in this school."
the principal told him.
" Umm thanks!?!" Voltrick said as he tried to figure out what the
principal's angle by tell him that as he watched him leave.

Edwandela had kept her peace as she watched as the principal and Voltrick
talked about had happened to him after Voltrick had awakened from his drug
induced slumber, she watched as Voltrick start looking around for something
with a concerned look on his healing face.

" Have you seen my black backpack?" Voltrick asked the nurse as he slid off
the bed with a slight waver in his step, " No I have not seen it you might
want to check out the lost and found someone might have turned it in."
Edwandela told Voltrick as he leaned against the edge of the bed.

" Ok where is this lost and found?' Voltrick asked as he steadyed himself,
although the drugs where fading they where still playing havoc with his
equilibrium, " The lost and found is in the reception area of the
principal's office." Edwandela said as she watched Voltrick do a slight yawn
and stretch and when she saw the slight grimace of pain on his face she told
him that his side would be a bit tender for a few days and that he should
take it easy.
" You might want to get something to eat it is lunch time." she told
Voltrick who nodded his head in agreement as a silly grin started to march
from one side of his face to the other.

" That sounds like a fine idea I am hungry." Voltrick told Edwandela he was
feeling good but hungry due to the drugs giving him a mondo case of the
munchies, with that said he made his way to the school's lunchroom as the
lingering drugs made his mind do a few loop the loops but he was in a better
mood as he began to giggle to himself.
* Man' o man what kriffed up day this is turning out to be.* Voltrick
thought to himself as he walked though the doors to the lunchroom.

He had no idea on how right he was in his thoughts.

Rurilo idly picked at her lunch as she, Iris and Seiata sat in the
lunchroom, her friends could see that she was still very upset about what
had happened at recess.
" You should take the backpack to the lost and found." Seiata said to her as
she started to take a sip from her fizzy-gulg drink she was very worried
about Rurilo, it had taken her and Iris three months to get Rurilo to accept
them as friends, " If you do that you might be able to find out what
happened to what's his face?" Iris added even though she could not remember
the boy's name hopping that her suggestion would help Rurilo get out of the
depression she was in by giving her some hope.

" Voltrick, his name is Voltrick." Rurilo said in a slightly shaky voice as
the corners of her eyes began to moisten as she let her fork drop from her
hand as she fought to keep from crying and the worst of it was she had no
idea why she was so upset.
Iris and Seiata exchanged looks as they tried to figure up some way to help
there friend as they started to become a bit upset themselves as there
emotions became a chaotic mess much like Rurilo's.
They where wrapped up in there own thoughts and concerns that they did not
notice when Voltrick strolled though the lunchroom doors with impish grin.

" Boss hey boss guess what?" Yotie said to Asargola as he became a frenetic
ball of  energy that seemed to clash with the dark and somber mood at the
table that Yotie and the rest of Asargola's gang where sitting at.
" So what's got your ass in a bind ? " Asargola asked as he let a loud belch
that got a few guffs from the rest of the gang.
" You remember that shit heel we pounded?, well he's sitting over there!"
Yotie said with a malicious tenor in his baying voice.

Asargola and his gang looked over to where Yotie was pointing and sure
enough there was Voltrick digging into a try loaded with food.

" Let's go over and pound the bastard !" Grovish snarled, his left eye was
still hurting from Voltrick's vicious thumb jab and he was having a hard
time seeing out of it and wished nothing more then to repay the boy who had
hurt him with a great deal of interest as he cracked his knuckles.

" Don't be a dumb ass-" Asargola said " Ya dumb ass." Yotie chipped in and
got a belt in chops.
" SHUT UP ! " " Ummm sorry boss."
" - we're in enough shit with the big man and the last thing we need right
now is to is have the principal giving us anymore grief." Asargola told a
crestfallen Grovish as he watched Voltrick eating like the food was going
out of style, in the back of his mind Asargola was thinking on how he and
his gang could avenge themselves on the boy who had hurt them.

Voltrick was famished as his body had used up it's stored nutrients to heal
the damage he had taken from the fight as well as the drugs telling his mind
that he was really REALLY hungry.
When he had walked into the lunchroom some of the other kids would look up
at him in his muddy, bloody and torn close then they would look down at
there food as he walked by but Voltrick could hear them say things like " So
that's the guy who got his ass kicked?", " Ya he's the one who picked a
fight with Asargola and his gang.", " What a dumb ass I'm surprised he's
still walking." and the like but he ignored them he was just to hungry and
still feeling a bit on how shall we say, the high side to care.

Voltrick dug into the right front pocket of his messy black jeans and smiled
to himself when he felt the credit wafers that his mom had given him to by
his lunch where still there, luckily he had not lost them or was robbed of
them juring the fight so with the wafers in his hand he walked up to the
lunchroom droid with a wacked out grin on his face.

" I'll take some of the fried Ronto soup, a mess of the Dewback ribs and
three heaps of the mashed tube root chunks and a big glass of bitter-dark
fuzzy glug drink." Voltrick told the lunchroom droid as he looked over the
modest selection of victuals that the school had to offer to it's hungry
students, after the droid had got his food Voltrick paid the droid and
luckily he had enough credits to pay for it and when the droid gave him back
a few low credit chips Voltrick thought about seeing what else he could get
with his change but decided to save it for something else then he went had
found himself a an empty seat at a table in the back of the lunchroom where
he could eat in peace.

" Hey Rurilo isn't that Voltrick over there?" Iris said to Rurilo who was
lost in maze of painful and confusing thoughts as she pointed over to the
back of the lunchroom.

Rurilo looked over to where Iris was pointing, when she saw Voltrick a wave
of conflicting feelings began to well up in her troubled soul and for a few
moments she did not know what to do, Seiata was watching Rurilo who was
biting her lower lip Seiata was about to say something to Rurilo but her
words died when she saw that Rurilo was fighting a battle within her deeply
troubled soul when suddenly she got up from where she was sitting and
started to walk over to the table where Voltrick was sitting with his muddy
back pack in her left hand.

Seiata was starting to get up from her seat to fallow Rurilo to make sure
that she would be all right when Iris told her to sit down and that this was
something that Rurilo had to take care of on her own.
With a look of concern Seiata sat back down and the two for them continued
to eat there lunch as they watched Rurilo walked over to the table where
Voltrick was sitting at.

Voltrick was shoveling food down his throat as fast as he could headless of
the mess he was making, there was a small pile of splintered Dewback ribs on
his tray that he had carelessly discarded on his tray after he had stripped
the meat from them and cracked them open to get at the bone marrow.

As you can guess table manners are not one Voltrick's strong suits.

Voltrick was so wrapped up in stuffing his face that when he heard " Umm
excuse me." from behind him he just about spewed a snoot full of his fizzy
glug drink, he looked over his shoulder and saw the gray haired girl that he
had saved from the bullies standing there in a black PE outfit.

" Umm hi?!?" Voltrick said as he set down his cup of fizzy gulg drink with a
slightly confused look on his face, * What does she want? * he thought to
himself as he was struck with a strange feeling that had his guts doing a
slam dance in his healing body.

Rurilo was standing there looking at Voltrick who had a look on his face
that seemed to match her own look of apprehension, " Umm you dropped this at
recess." she said to Voltrick with a soft tone of voice as the feelings
within her as she felt her face growing a little flush as she continued to
look into his deep cobalt blue eyes.

Voltrick smiled and this was not the usual snarling smile he had on his
scared face most of the time, no this was a for real deal happy go lucky
smile, " Hey thanks I was looking for this." he told her as he looked deeply
into Rurilo's warm smokey gray eyes.

For a moment the two of them just continued to look into each other's eyes
and for an eternal moment the rest of the world seemed to fade from there
sight.

" Ehm w-w-would like to have a seat? " Voltrick stammered as he reached out
to take his muddy backpack from the gray haired girl, and the two of them
just about jumped out of there skins as they felt a slight numbing shock
blast through there souls as there fingers briefly touched.

With a shy smile Rurilo sat down about a foot from Voltrick who had a dumb
ass smile on his face not only thanks to the drugs that where still flowing
in his blood but there was also the odd feelings that where rocketing out of
control though out the core of his being as his heart continued to melt as
he keep looking into the girl's bewitching eyes.

" M-my name's Rurilo I-I just want to say thank you f-f-for helping me and
my friends at recess." Rurilo said in a slightly quivering voice as she felt
herself growing short of breath as she saw a range of feelings in Voltrick's
deep cobalt blues eyes that ranged from fear to hurt to the most peculiar
feeling that seem to call out to her from some immeasurable void as he
seemed to get closer to her.

" Um eh n-n-not a problem I-I-I ah h-h-hope that y-y-your ok." Voltrick
said, his words fumbled from his suddenly dry mouth as he saw a deep pain in
Rurilo's gray eyes that had wanted to reach out and hold her close to him
like they way his mother used to do when ever he had hurt himself or had
been awoken in the middle of the night by a bad dream but what had him
nearly freaking out was that he swore he could feel the gentle cress of her
warm breath across his lips as she seemed to draw closer to him.

 Seiata and Iris just sat there and watched as Rurilo and Voltrick talked
then just about jumped out of there seats when they saw Rurilo and Voltrick
inch closer and closer to each other, there faces a few inches from each
other, luckily none of the other students in the lunchroom where looking
towards the back lunch table that Voltrick and Rurilo where sitting at.

Or so Iris and Seiata thought, they where so warped up in watching the
suddenly interesting turn of events between there friend and the boy that
had taken a pounding because he defended them from the bullies at recess
that they did not see the group of students that where walking towards the
back table.

" Well well look at the two love birds!" a sarcastic voice called out from
behind Voltrick and Rurilo who came out of there trance with a shock and
quickly backed away from each other as fear and confusion replaced the odd
feelings that had entranced them, " Ya love birds!", " SHUT UP! " *smack* "
Um sorry boss."

Voltrick looked over his shoulder and saw with a slight chill of fear
Asargola and the gang that he had fought with earlier in the day standing
behind him and Rurilo with cruel sneers on there faces.

" What do you want?" Voltrick asked hoping that the fear he was feeling
would stay out of his voice, the last thing he needed right now was another
confrontation with the gang.

" Oh I thought we'd come over and see how the new fish was doing?" Asargola
said with a smile that grated on Voltrick's nerves and sat down between
Voltrick and Rurilo who just sat there stock still in fear.

" Look I don't want any trouble-" that caused the gang to laugh "-so what
don't you go away and leave us alone." Voltrick said hoping that he just
might be able to reason with Asargola as much as he wanted nothing more then
to rip out Asargola's throat and piss in his eyes he was already in enough
trouble with the principal so he would try to play straight.

Asargola just looked at Voltrick with a deadly look of contempt, " You hear
that boys the whining butt kriff doesn't want any trouble." with that ever
infuriating smile of his, this brought about another fit of laughter from
the rest of the gang.

" I told you that when ever me and my boys saw you or your girlfriends we
where going to make your worthless lives miserable." Asargola said as he
dipped his fingers into the pile of mashed tuber roots chunks on Voltrick's
tray and then wiped the gloopy mass down the middle of Voltrick's pale face
with an evil grin as the rest of the gang where snickering behind them.

" W-What do you mean?" Voltrick stammered in a voice that sound
uncomfortably like he was whining.

Asargola let out a snort then turned to face a slightly trembling Rurilo who
was looking like some had drained the blood from her body.
" I can't understand what you see in this piece of shit." Asargola said to
the scared gray haired girl and took enjoyment in the look of fear in her
eyes as he leaned closer to her.
" Why waste your time with him when you can have a real man like me."
Asargola said in a bragger's voice and before Rurilo could say anything
Asargola leaned forward even more as he reached over and took her head in
his hands and mashed his lips on hers.

When the rest of Asargola's gang saw that they began to make whooping noises
as the gray haired girl struggled weakly in there boss's strong grasp, there
whooping noises caused the other students in the lunch room to look towards
the back of the lunchroom and when they saw what was happening all the could
do was sit there and stare in shocked wonder.

Iris and Seiata where looked at each other's in fear as they watch Rurilo
being manhandled by Asargola but this was not the same fear that they had
felt at recess no this was a deep subconscious fear known only to a woman
and as much as they wanted to get out of there or at lest do something to
stop what was happening they could not move nor say a thing as they fearful
stares where drawn back to the back lunchroom table as time seemed to take
on a nightmarish slowness.

Voltrick sat there stunned by what was going on in the lunchroom but what
had struck him as odd was the lack of any feelings within him, there was no
fear, hate rage, hope, love there was only an emptiness that was blasted
though the core of his being much like a hole blasted though his body by a
bolt from an E-11 as he watched Asargola continued to crush his lips to the
strange gray haired girl's lips but when he heard the muffled, whimpering
cries from Rurilo there was a howling coldness that rushed to fill the
emptiness in the core of his soul.

" Oh man oh man this is sooo KRIFFFED! " Voltrick thought to himself as a
low wispiering snarl began to from on his lips, his hand began to move of
there own accord.

Somewhere in a dark and foreboding place a hooded man began to laugh a dark
hateful laugh.

Asargola heard a low snarling growl from behind him and broke from the kiss
that he had placed on the scared gray haired girl's quivering lips with a
loud, wet popping sound that seemed to echo though the strangely cold
stillness that filled the lunchroom, his mind barely comprehending the odd
slowness that time was moving at as he turned to face what was making the
growling sounds from behind him.

                                           * BA-WAONK!!!!! *

The dead chilling stillness of the lunchroom air was shattered by the sound
of Voltrick's metal lunch tray slammed into Asargola's face with such force
that the lunch tray took on the likeness of Asargola's face, as if liquid
carbonite had be poured over his face and frozen and because of the force
behind the lunch tray as it was swung there was enough detail in the imprint
of Asargola's face that everyone could see the surprised look on Asargola's
face and they could also see that his nose had ben flattened to one side.

There was a loud, wet sucking sound as the lunch tray was pulled from
Asargola's face as the mashed tuber root chunks stuck to Asargola's face and
blood began to flow freely from his crushed nose.

" El Ka-Bong strikes again kriff face! " Voltrick said in a low wispier that
seemed to reach out to all the students in the lunchroom as the tray flew
from his hands in a slow, lazy arc away from him and the back lunchroom
table, but what caused some of the more weak willed students to piss
themselves in mortal terror was the sight of Voltrick's eyes that had turned
a pure cold black.

* CLANG! * the lunch tray landed in the middle of the lunchroom and
skittered under a table as time resumed it's normal pace and all the dark
side broke loose as Voltrick grabbed Asargola and hosted him into the air by
his throat with both hands intent on strangling to life from the doomed
student as the rest of the students in the lunchroom began to chat that age
old chant " FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! "

Rurilo stopped shaking in terror as she watched Asargola's face start to
turn a sicking shade of purple, his eyes starting to roll up to take a peak
at the back of his eye sockets as he kicked Voltrick in the ribs and that
was about as useful as trying to stop turbo laser bolt with a wet hanky but
what made her blood run cold was the blank look on Voltrick's face and the
look that was devoid of any humanity in his deep cobalt blue eyes as her
feeling began to change from fear to something that she could not begin to
understand that had her weeping as the rest of Asargola's gang  jump on
Voltrick.

Iris and Seiata suddenly found that they could move and move they did as
they jumped up from there seats and ran towards Rurilo as Voltrick was taken
down by Asargola's gang and freeing there nearly dead leader from the death
like grip that the strange boy had him.

Voltrick  felt a force land on his back and as he was driven to the floor he
lost his grip on the low down son of bitch that had awoken the sleeping
demon within him that had laid dormant ever since he had offed the
trandoshan that had raped his mother, with a sight grunt he forced himself
to his feet, sending the gang members that had piled on him flying to the
floor and with an impassive look on his face he reached for the closet gang
member intent on ripping him limb from limb, in fact everyone in the
lunchroom was going to die to be on the safe side.
Yotie barely had time to stagger to his feet when he felt a pair of  hands
grab his right arm and wrenched it behind his back with such force that
there was a loud crunching sound as his arm was being slowly ripped from
it's socket that he began to scream in agony as he failed out at the stone
faced Voltrick and striking him in the guts a few times before Voltrick
dropped a knee onto the dislocating shoulder and broke it.

Grovish watched at Yotie was taken out of the fight as the loony Voltrick
snapped his shoulder and ran towards Voltrick as he lashed out with a solid
right cross that staggered Voltrick, causing him to let go of Yotie's ruined
arm that flopped to the floor like a dead fish and when Voltrick landed on
the bench in a half sitting position he kicked out and caught Voltrick under
the chin and sent him flipping over the lunchroom table as the rest of the
students watched with rapt interest.

Voltrick felt a few teeth come lose in a spray of blood from the kick as he
tumbled over the table and ignored them as he followed though on his
backward motion and rolled once before coming out of the roll and to his
feet, before the boy who had kicked him could react Voltrick powered himself
forward and leapt across the table and took down the roadin boy at the waist
in a flying tackle.

Principal Deaner was nibbling at his lunch as he was reading over the latest
math scores from Mr.Chaloski's class when the intercom in his office
crackled to life.
" CODE 46, CODE 46 the lunchroom."
Principal Deaner put down his sliced Tivarow meat and Fomagalo spread
sandwich and began to head down to the lunchroom when the speaker crackled
to life yet again " CODE 54, CODE 54 the lunchroom."
When he heard that Deaner began to run towards the lunchroom and nearly ran
into the school nurse Edwandela, " What's going on? " she asked as the pair
of the continued to sprint for the lunchroom.
But before Deaner could answer her the school's intercom blared to life once
more " CODE 69 CODE 69 the lunchroom! "

" Oh shit! " Principal Deaner cursed, a code 69 was the term for a riot with
multiple injuries so the two of them picked up the pace as they where joined
by other teachers, never before had they ever had a code 69 and there was a
slowly growing sense of fear as they all closed in on the lunchroom.

Iris and Seiata reached Rurilo's side as they watched Voltrick flip over the
table, they called out Rurilo who was crying in an agony that neater of them
could understand.
When they sat down beside Rurilo's Seiata reached and held the weeping
Rurilo close to her and began wispier to her as she stroked her hair.

Iris dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands as she watched Voltrick
land on the lunchroom floor then to her surprise he continued to roll and
then land on his feet, blood pouring from his swollen jaw without so much as
wimper then run forwards and leap over the table and take the boy down who
had sent him over the table down in a tangle of madly failing limbs when
suddenly some dumb ass student yell at the top of his lungs the most dreaded
words that a lunchroom monitor could ever hear.

" FOOD FIGHT! "

Within seconds the air of the lunchroom was filled with a cross fire of bits
of food, lunch trays, glasses half full of drinks and eating utensils as the
lunchroom became a madhouse of screaming loony students but Iris took no
heed of this as she continued to watch as Voltrick sat on top of the gang
member and was smashing his head into the floor with that cold inhuman look
in his eyes and still not uttering a sound.

Houbar and Mercolvo had been looking after there fallen leader and Yotie
when they saw that the strange boy called Voltrick was sitting on top of
Grovish's chest and slamming his head into the floor.
Houbar being the faster of the two ran towards Voltrick kicked out at his
head.

Voltrick was slamming Grovish's head into the floor with such force that
there was blood leaking from his ears when he felt the hairs on the back of
his neck stand on end and began to duck as a voice yelled
 " LOOK OUT! "
Voltrick , crouched over Grovish's body looked over to his left as a foot
skimmed past the top of his head and saw that it was the boy who had taken
him down in the fight at recess time, Voltrick lunged towards the boy and
nailed him in the nuts with his open right hand and as soon as his hand made
contact he crushed the boys nuts in his hand and twisted them for good muser
as he got to his feet with his left hand and grabbed him by the throat and
dead lifted him into the air.

" HOLY KRIFF! " Mercolvo shouted as he began to run towards Voltrick who had
hosted Houbar into air by his balls and throat dimly he wondered what did it
take to put this insaneo kid down for keeps and swung both his hand into the
side of Voltrick's head, normally such a move should have staggered a young
boy but all that hit did was caused Voltrick's head to snap to one side,
spilling more of his blood from his mouth.

Mercolvo felt his blood run cold as Voltrick's head slowly turned to face
him and when Mercolvo saw the insane boy's cold dead eyes narrowed into
slits he turned and began to run but was driven into a wall as Mercolvo's
squirming body was slammed into his, his head hitting the wall with such
force that his skull was cracked open like a rotten egg.

Voltrick turned towards the gasping Asargola intent on killing him and he
would no long let anything or anyone stand in his way no matter what the
cost was to him.
As he stood over Asargola who was clutching his throat the doors to the
lunchroom slammed open and that fact was lost to Voltrick who was reaching
down towards Asargola, who's face was turning an interesting shade of blue
with that coldly inhuman look in his eyes.

Principal Deaner could see Voltrick walking towards Asargola though the swam
of students that where madly flinging what ever they could get there hands
on at each other, behind him Nurse Edwandela was joined by the rest of the
teachers but he did not take no notice of them as he started to push his way
though the sea of students hoping that he would be able to reach Voltrick
before he killed Asargola as cold fear raced though his veins.

Voltrick was just about wrap his hands around Asargola's neck and rip his
head clean off when someone grabbed one of his arms, without so much as a
thought Voltrick lashed out with punch at the head of the student who had
grabbed him and that punch would have laid out any one of the students that
would have been nailed in head by that punch, however it nailed Printable
Deaner in the guts with such force that he was winded and let go of
Voltrick's arm and dropped to one knee.

Voltrick drew his arm back for another strike at the gasping and surprised
principal when out of the corner of his eye he saw Rurilo being held by
Seiata as tears fell from her eyes, the sound of her weak sobs ringing in
his ears, his raised hand began to tremble, his scared and bloody face began
to twitch as a howling, raging tornado of emotions whirled though his soul.

Principal Deaner saw there and in a gasping voice he shouted, " Voltrick in
my office now!" in his most commanding voice as he got to his feet, he had
seen death in Voltrick's eyes when he had been punched and he knew that now
he had an opportunity to bring the out of control Voltrick to heel or so he
hoped as Nurse Edwandela raced past him to tended to the wounded students
that had fallen victim to Voltrick's unholy wrath as the rest of the
teachers struggled to bring the rioting students under control.

For a moment Voltrick stood there, his whole body shaking as a war was being
fought inside him.
Then slowly ever so slowly Voltrick's upraised fist began to fall to his
side as he stopped shaking, without a word he walked over and picked up his
backpack.

As he turned to leave to bloody battlefield that also served as a lunchroom
for hungry students he faltered in his steeps as he looked into Rurilo's wet
gray eyes and he felt a shockwave blast though his body, scouring away his
fears and yet there was an odd feeling that he just could not understand
that was mirrored in her eyes as well as his.

As he walked passed the principal the other teachers and students that stood
aside as he pasted them, Voltrick knew that he was not longer the same
Voltrick that he had been when he had walked though the doors of his new
school he would face what ever was to happen to him with a sense of honor
and dignity that he had never known as he walked out of the lunchroom a
little taller then before.

                                                                The End