Heya! Here's some background for this story~

Stress is a force-sensitive 22-year-old with a good grasp of her abilities. She was a padawan under another Jedi. When order 66 struck, she faked her death. Her master didn't make it out alive. She's like Ashoka in her fighting style. Fast, agile, dual sabers. Her Kyber crystals are disguised as earrings and ten bits and bobs that make up her lightsabers are in her pockets/ bag.

Iskall is a bounty-hunter with an eye implant that basically makes him Deadshot but better. He's hunting Jedi for the cash prize offered by the empire.

Zloy is a happy go lucky teen with no sense of responsibility. He's not scared of death. He's force sensitive but has no idea how to use the force properly. He's decent and fighting, and likes to cause trouble. Especially if it's against the empire.

This takes place after Revenge of the Sith, and primarily in Hutt space. Hutt space is more lawless, and not under the direct control of the Empire in the same sense as some other planets. Hutt space is the safe house for any runaway Jedi or force-sensitive being to hide.

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Iskall never liked Cyrkon. It was a dusty little planet in the middle of Hutt space, and most would do good to avoid the wretched hive of scum and villainy. (A+ if you get the reference) But now, Iskall was forced to jump along the rooftops of the planet's capital, Motok.

Iskall wasn't particularly happy about this, but right now their life was one big season of To Catch a Jedi- and they hated every second of it. But the promise of a big prize for whoever caught the illusive wielders of the force was enough to entice any bounty hunter, even the infamous Iskall85.

Now, as they walked along the streets of Motok, they only had that big prize on their mind.

They wore a pretty standard garb, brown undergarments with a tattered gray cloak that reached their knees. They had a fairly decent arsenal, a knife, a few smoke bombs, a sniper over their back, and dual pistol blasters. Not a small arsenal by any standard, but if someone was well equipped and well trained they could prove to be a roadblock. No matter.

Iskall had a bit of a reputation for dealing with people who got in their way.

Iskall was looking for a target and had their mechanical eye on sight for facial recognition of the target. Her name was Stress, and she had been spotted on the lower levels of Coruscant boarding a ship that had been bound for Motok. Stress was to be considered armed and dangerous, though to what capacity of either trait was unknown. If she was a Jedi, she would most likely not attempt to engage unless provoked, but it had been a few years since the Jedi were a major force in the galaxy, it would be difficult to gauge how true she would still be to her values. Especially for an outsider like Iskall. What Iskall did know, however, was the motive she may have had for coming to Motok.

Hutt space was an excellent place to hide from the empire, and Cyrkon especially was a place where people liked to go to disappear. Iskall knew that was why Stress was most likely here, which is why the first place they thought to check was the back streets of the outskirts and lower levels of Motok.

Which brings us back to...

Iskall cast their glance over a back alley. They had a good view considering their rooftop perch. They were just about to move on, thinking it was empty when they saw a small rustling behind a pile of crates.

Iskall knew it probably wasn't their target, but they brought their hand to their blaster just in case. Iskall narrowed their mechanical eye to get a good look, thinking it was just an animal or something.

However, instead of an animal popping out from behind the boxes, a small boy, no older than 20 sprung nimbly out from behind the crates.

The boy was human, with light hair and a slim but sort of sticky build. When Iskall got a good look, their scanner eye indicated the boy's name was Zloy, and that he had a bounty of around 500 credits. It was nothing big, but it was something, and this boy looked rather undefended.

So, Iskall being the wonderful chum they were, jumped down from the building and pointed their blaster to Zloy's head.

The light-haired boy froze up, holding his hands up reflexively. "Ugh, what did I do this time?" He joked but made sure to stay light-hearted. He knew he couldn't fight a guy with a blaster who was twice his size. Unknowingly, however, Zloy sent out a distress signal through the force. That signal then reached a certain Stress.

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Stress let her head poke up. She felt a small disturbance in the force, a bit of distress signal. She hadn't felt such a signal since her master had died. Her head rang with the memory. Blaster shots wringing out from her own soldiers. Her master was unable to block all the shots... Stress hiding in the vents.

Stress brought her arms over her chest and shivered, stopping dead in her tracks at the memory of this feeling. She quickly ducked to the side of the street so she wasn't blocking anyone's path. She looked very generic. She had brown shoes that were more like strips of cloth wrapped around her feet, and black pants with a red belt and a dirty and tattered white undershirt covered by a brown coat with the sleeves rolled up. The hood attached to the brown coat currently wasn't up, but it usually was. She had a small bag, and whenever she stepped little bits of metal jangled in her pockets. She had two crystal earrings that looked to be her only valuable possessions, but they were really Kyber crystals, far more valuable than crystal. Her hair was short, straight, and brown, and her eyes were the same hue.

She took a second to think after she heard the signal. There were two options: ignore it and be safe, or follow it, and possibly find another Jedi. She could find someone else to help her in this strange, strange dystopian galaxy, or be alone and safe in this strange, strange dystopian galaxy. After a moment's contemplation, she closed her eyes and reached out through the force. She felt for the disturbance, feeling out through the usually mute force. When she found the signal in the dusty and dark alleyway, she started to unclip her earrings.

She opened her eyes and took the pieces of Kyber in her hands. She started to walk forward with a purpose, the first purpose she had in a long time, and it felt good. She squared her shoulders and started to assemble her lightsabers, using the force to guide the little mechanical bits and bobs around the crystals of Kyber, not caring who saw. She also took a second to flip up her hood before grabbing the blade hilts.

One of her lightsabers was bigger than the other, and both were made of a sleek gray metal. They each had a button to turn them on, and a place to clasp them onto your belt. However, Stress chose to keep the weapons in her hands, letting the familiar weight reassure her. She kept making her way towards the alley, and when she was a few steps off, took a deep breath and paused. She took a long second to collect herself, before walking out to the mouth of the alley and standing in the slanting light of the street.

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The low light cast a shade of distortion over Stress, giving her a methodical look as she stood at the opening of the alleyway. She made her presence known by sparking her sabers and listening to the soft hum they radiated. Oh how long it had been since she heard them. Oh, how good it felt to be this power once more. She cracked a cocky grin as she held them, backhanded, shoulders squared. Her green sabers cast a glow like no other in the galaxy.

Iskall and Zloy's eyes quickly drew to Stress, who's face was hidden by her hood. However, it was clear she was a Jedi. Well, a former Jedi.

Iskall took a second to look at Stress before he pulled out his other pistol and started to blast the shit out of her. Each shot was followed by another, yet Stress blocked and reflected each of them. She made sure each one she reflected hit dangerously close to his head or torso. They grunted after a deflected shot hit the end of their cloak, and stopped firing. They put their gun back up to Zloy's back and sneered.

"You have no business here, leave before I decide to take you with him. How much is the going for a Jedi these days? The empire really doesn't like you people. " They said, trying to scare Stress off. However, she wouldn't waver.

Stress ran forward, like a blur of black, brown, and neon green. The mass of dark and light soon hopped up and extended a leg, knocking the blaster that was pointed to Zloy's back out of Iskall's hand. She then deflected a blast that came from the second gun and used the force to push Iskall to the back wall of the alley. She then held them by their neck using the force, while holding the smaller of her blades up to Iskall's chest. She sighed at the feeling of the force running through her veins, the rush it gave her felt familiar, yet it had been so long.

She smiled beneath the shadows of her hood, oh how good it felt to be back.

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ha sorry i just love star wars .>.

and no this isn't profread

-yours, I know to much about the star wars universe