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Chapter 1: Red Rogue Begins

Inside the cargo hold of some Weequay's flying saucer ship flying to who knows where…

December 17, 2018

Jacob's POV

A 17-year-old human male sits against a wall while holding his backpack on his lap. He's Caucasian, 6'1", has short dark brown hair, steel eyes, and an athletic build. He's wearing a hooded black leather jacket with a black T-shirt underneath, dark blue jeans, and black leather boots. This guy also happens to be a high-functioning sociopath who's spent the past four years travelling all over the United States acting as a vigilante, taking out murderers, rapists, human traffickers, arms dealers, gangs, and even a drug cartel at one point with little to no injuries.

You're probably wondering how the hell a teenager was able to pull all this stuff off without getting hurt or killed. Well you see, this individual is not like anyone else on Earth. He has what he and a bunch of other people would call "super powers"; among them is the ability to move and react quicker than anyone else, to sense where an attack is about to land and the most alarming of all, being able to move people and objects at will without have to touch them. The best way to describe this is telekinesis, but it's obviously so much more than that since he's done more than just move stuff around with it. With some people, he can talk them into doing whatever such as letting him buy some beer without showing his I.D., making an ATM machine dispense all the money it has, make it much easier for him to hotwire any vehicle, and much more.

You're now probably wondering how I know so much about this guy. I know this because I am this guy. My name is Jacob Callahan, and my life has taken a strange turn, apart from me having these freaky yet awesome powers. So I had just left Las Vegas after taking out a big-time crime lord who was moving a ton of drugs, guns, and sex slaves through his casino when my 2015 Dodge Ram just broke down in the middle of the fucking desert. When I got out and popped open the hood, I found that a bullet had gone through the engine block. Honestly, I was amazed the truck made it out this far with that kind of damage.

I had no way of fixing the truck, so I just picked up my backpack from the passenger seat and started walking. It was about, what, twenty minutes of walking along the side of the road in the middle of the night and not a single car in sight when I hear some footsteps about ten feet or so behind me. When I turned around, all I saw before blacking out was some brown-skinned being with small horns on his cheeks smiling at me before a blue ring of light was fired from the gun he was holding. Next thing I know, I'm locked in what I assume to be the cargo hold of their space ship. I can hear laughing, so I know that there's more than one of them and by the sound of it, they're definitely high on something. Weird thing is they didn't search me or my pack, so either they're stupid or so fucked up they can't even do a kidnapping right. Probably both.

"Alright, we're here. Slen, open the cargo doors. Let's how this dumbass human likes Coruscant." I hear a British-sounding voice call out. Kind of weird how they're speaking perfect English right now.

Suddenly, a set of two large doors to my left slowly begin to slide open. I quickly get up and slip my backpack on thinking that we're about to land. When the doors open just enough to see out of, I see one of the coolest things ever. It's a city, a BIG, very advanced city. It was nighttime, so all the buildings were lit up. It was nothing but tall buildings as far as the eye can see. And the cars, man, the cars here can fly. Literally. I stick my head out the door and look down at the lit up streets far, far below. 'Jesus, we're really high up. I should probably back away from the ledge now in case the douchebags flying this thing make a sudden turn-'

My thought is interrupted when without warning, the ship tilts sideways. And with my shitty luck tonight, I fall right out.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!" I scream at the top of my lungs as I begin to plummet towards the ground below.

Now I'm starting to panic since I'm about to become paste when I hit the concrete. My brain's in overdrive on how I'm going to survive this when I notice that I'm falling directly towards a line of traffic.

'THAT'S IT! THE CARS!'

I've jumped off of skyscrapers before to escape the police and survived by using my abilities to cushion my fall. If I can time it just right, I should be able to land on one of the cars without sustaining any serious injuries. I see that I'm about to land on what looks like a red convertible, so I get ready.

'Three…two…one!'

I don't know how, but I pull it off. It feels like I got whiplash from landing in the passenger seat, but I'm alive.

"YES! I MADE IT MOTHERFUCKERS!" I yell towards the sky as my heart beats like a drum solo in a heavy metal concert. Now all I had to do was ask whoever is driving this flying car to SAFELY drop me off on the ground.

"Hey buddy, sorry for dropping in on you like this. Can you let me off at the closest street-" I freeze as soon as I see the driver who's staring back at me. Whatever he is, he's definitely NOT human. I mean he looks like a lizard that's been crossed with a man for fuck's sake. Hmm, maybe this is one of those "Reptillians" that one crazy dude with tin-foil on his head was screaming about back when I visited L.A.. We just continue staring at each other for a few more seconds until the lizard man's expression (at least from what I can tell) goes from shocked to pissed off.

"….Please?" I finish my previous question.

His answer came in the form of a weird-looking pistol being pulled out from under his seat. I instantly see where this is going and before he can get his sights lined up on my head, I grab the barrel of his gun with one hand and push it upwards.

*PEW*

A red bolt of light shoots out of the gun towards the sky. That shot alone already heats up the barrel I'm still holding.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing!?" I yell at the driver.

"Think you can jack my ride punk? You're a dead man!" he responds as he begins to use the large amount of strength he has to bring his weapon downwards as he continues to steer the car.

'Oh fuck it.'

With my free hand, I pull my Glock 17 pistol out of my waistband. Pointing it at the reptillian's face, I pull the trigger.

*BANG*

Blood sprays out of the back of his head as soon as the bullet tears through his skull. His body then slumps forward. Right onto the steering controls. The car takes a sudden nosedive.

"Okay, maybe I should have just shot him in the stomach!" I yell to myself as I push the body off of the controls and grab them to level the car out. The guy's foot is still on the accelerator, so the car's still moving pretty fast. I need to get in the driver's seat before the car crashes into something.

"Sorry man." I say to the dead lizard guy as I use my powers to lift him out of his seat and throw him out of the car.

'Man, I hope no one saw that. Okay, let's see what we got here.' I think to myself as I climb into the driver seat.

Strangely enough, the controls on this vehicle are very similar to those of cars back home, except for the fact that the "steering wheel" on this thing looks like something you'd see in the cockpit of an aircraft. Besides that, it seems to have both brake and accelerator pedals. It takes a few awkward minutes of trying to line up behind the cars in front of me as well as figuring out how to match their speed, but I eventually get the hang of it. Then it takes me about five minutes to find a place to park and get out, and while doing so I was just taking in the view of the city that I'm pretty sure I'm now stuck in. So I carefully land and turn off the car before leaning back in my seat and taking a deep breath.

"Fuck me, what a night I'm having right now. If only this were just a dream… but it's not." I say to myself as I pull out something that should allow me to chill out; pot, already rolled in a piece of paper, and a lighter.

*FLICK* *FLICK*

I place the roach in between my lips, light it, and take a couple of puffs before exhaling. Okay, so what's my situation here? I'm obviously on an alien planet since I'm looking at a lot of people who are of many different species walking on the sidewalk, humans included, which makes me wonder if they were abducted too or are descendants of those who were abducted. I don't know anyone here, but English for whatever reason seems to be the dominant language here, so at least I can talk to people. Another problem is money; I got plenty of cash in my backpack and pockets from Vegas, but I can already tell that Dollars won't be accepted here. So in other words, I'm broke, but that can easily be fixed by a visit to an ATM, whatever they look like here. Now what am I going to do here? Should I be trying to find a way back to Earth? I know I should be flipping out right now since I'm on another planet with a civilization and technology more advanced than what's back on my world like any other normal person would, but I'll be honest, I think that this place is fucking awesome! Sure, it's full of aliens with an alphabet I can't really read, but I don't really care about that. I'll adapt and learn the written language eventually. For now, let's see what fun stuff there is to do here.

Twenty minutes later…

3rd Person POV

So after abandoning his "borrowed" ride and using the Force to clear out an ATM machine he comes across, Jacob explores Galactic City while using his smartphone to take photos and videos of anything he found interesting or just plain funny, particularly the Jedi Temple which he was impressed by and getting a weird feeling from. He hears a lot of chatter on the streets, mostly about the conflict called the "Clone Wars", that's raging right now, being fought between two factions known as the Republic and the Separatist Alliance. On the Republic's side is a religious group known as the Jedi Order and the Grand Army of the Republic which is almost entirely made up of human clones who wear full suits of white armor. On the Separatists' side is a massive army of droids and a few evil Force users known as the Sith. Jacob also hears rumors of the atrocities being committed by the Separatists which causes him make a mental note to do whatever he can to fuck with them.

However, he'll soon find out just how corrupt and crime-filled Coruscant is.

Jacob's POV

I'm walking on the sidewalk when I see a place that REALLY gets my attention. I can't read what the red neon sign above says, but the silhouette of one of those very attractive female Twi'lek people I've seen around tells me all I need to know about this place; It's a gentleman's club, and I could, uhhh, use a drink. The only obstacle between me and the Club is a big human bouncer, but getting past him won't be a problem for me.

"Not old enough kid. Go home." He says to me as I approach.

"I'm old enough to go inside." I reply while waving my hand in front of his face.

"You're old enough to go inside." The bouncer agrees as he steps aside.

Damn, this is the biggest strip club I've ever seen and daaaaaaaaamn, the women here are gorgeous. Most of them were Twi'leks while others were either humans or Togrutas. There were plenty of lights that illuminated the club, and the music was enough to drown out your voice if you didn't speak loud enough. A few dancers were up on the stage while the rest were walking around the club serving drinks, giving lap dances, or taking patrons through a doorway that even I can tell is marked "V.I.P. Area". I guess that's where they give private lap dances to their high-roller patrons.

I walk up to the bar to order a drink.

"Yeah, I'll have a beer." I place my order.

"Sure thing. I just need to see your I.D. first." Says the bartender.

"You don't need to see it." I reply

"I don't need to see it. One beer coming right up." he agrees as he goes to fill up a glass.

As soon as my drink arrives, I find a seat and watch a half-naked Twi'lek on the stage who's just finishing her dance. Seconds after she disappears past some curtains leading to the backstage, a human woman steps out to take her place. I'm in the middle of taking a sip of my beer when I notice something strange about this dancer. She's young.

…Too young.

There is no fucking way she's 18. I can tell by just looking at her, and that's when I notice another red flag: there's some kind of metal collar around her neck. I begin to look at the rest of the girls in the club; more than a few of them look underage and ALL of them had those collars on.

'Jesus fucking Christ, what kind of establishment are these people running here?'

My focus then turns to the security. Even for a big club, there was A LOT of guards here dressed in all-black formal-looking attire and I can see the shapes of pistols printing through their jackets. And the patrons ranged from common lowlifes to individuals who looked like government officials.

"Excuse me, would you like a 'private dance'?"

My head snaps to the source of the sweet-sounding voice. Standing only a foot to my right is a young Togruta girl with solid-orange skin and white facial markings, white and blue striped head-tails (though I heard those were called "lekku") and blue eyes. She wore only a velvet-blue bra and panties… as well as a collar like all the other girls. Above all else, she's beautiful. I guess I was so focused on everything else going on around me that I didn't notice her walking up.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. What was it you were asking me?" I ask as I try very hard to keep my eyes on her head instead of her breasts.

"I was just asking if you'd like me to take you the V.I.P. Area to give you a private dance." She says to me with a smile that I can tell was being forced.

The way she was saying "private dance" just now is giving me a pretty good idea about what goes on in the back. Well, that's settles it. Time to find out what the fuck is going on in this place.

"Sure, lead the way beautiful." I answer before getting up and downing the rest of my beer.

I follow her through the crowd and can't help but steal a few glances at her rear as we approach the V.I.P. Area, the entrance of which is being guarded by two guys, a human and a Duros. Evidently, they're only supposed to be keeping out people who aren't going back there with any of the girls, so they don't bother me as we walk past them. After going up two flights of stairs, we walk into a hallway with a row of doors on both sides. Judging by the sounds coming from behind some of the doors we walk past, it pretty much confirms that this place isn't just a gentleman's club.

It was also a brothel.

'After I'm done getting answers from this girl, I think I'm going to go "complain" to the club's owner about child labor and the poor working conditions he has going on here.'

The Togruta stops at one of the doors and opens it. I follow her inside and see that it's, of course, a bedroom. I can already sense how nervous she's getting as she stands next to the bed for a moment, which indicates that this very well may be her first time doing this, before slowly reaching behind her back to undo her bra.

"No, no, no, no, I just want to talk. You don't need to do that." I quickly tell her.

She turns back to me with a surprised look on her face before sitting down on the bed.

"Okay? What is it that you want to talk about?" she asks me cautiously.

"First off, are there any cameras or microphones in here?" I ask in a hushed voice. I need to know if I have to be careful with what I say.

"…No, they don't have anything like that in these rooms. Why are you asking me this?" she was starting to get a little scared now.

I walk up and sit down on the bed next to her before continuing.

"What's your name and how old are you?"

"My name's Anya Tano… I'm sixteen."

"That collar you're wearing… are they keeping you and the other girls here against your will?"

"If we try to leave the club, the collars will shock us until we're out cold." Anya answers.

'Well, at least the collars don't explode. Still, getting shocked can be very painful depending on the amount of voltage.'

"Can… can you get mine off?" Anya asks me, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

Goddamn, those eyes… I've resisted the "puppy eyes" plenty of times before, but this is something I just can't say no to.

"Hold still. I'll see what I can do." I tell Anya as I raise both my hands to either side of her collar and concentrate.

With my powers, I can feel that Anya's collar was on pretty tight, making me wonder how she's still able to breath. I begin to pull; the collar holds for a few seconds, but soon it begins to rattle before finally splitting in half. Both halves fall to the floor with a thud. Anya stares down at her now-broken collar before looking back at me, eyes wide with disbelief.

"You're a Jedi!?" she exclaims.

"Keep it down! No, I'm not one of those Jedi people." I correct her.

"But I thought only the Jedi could use the Force!" Anya points out.

"The what?" I ask in confusion.

"What you did with my collar just now. Are you saying that you've never heard of the Force?" She asks me in surprise.

"I'm new here, so yeah, this is the first time I'm hearing of it." I reply.

The Force? So I guess that's what people around here call my powers. I like it. Anya begins to rub the area of her neck where here collar had been before asking me her next question.

"So you're not a Jedi, and you're not here to get laid. What did you come in here for then?"

"First off, I had no idea that this place is also a brothel. I thought it was just a strip club. I only came in here to get a few drinks and watch a couple of dances before moving on to find something else to do. But you see, I'm what you call a vigilante, meaning I kick scumbags' asses for a living. So now…" I lead off on my sentence to get Anya's full attention.

"…I think I'm going to have a little chat with the owner of this establishment." I finish.

"Uhhh, I don't think that would be a good idea. Lug isn't someone who's easily intimidated. Plus he's got a lot of men." Anya tells me with a skeptical look.

"… Did you just say his name is 'Lug'?" I flat out ask before bursting out laughing.

God, what kind of moron would have such a stupid-sounding name?

"Yeah, laugh all you want. I promise you that Lug is one of the meanest Trandoshans in the Galaxy." Anya replies with her eyes narrowed in annoyance since I'm not taking "Lug" seriously.

"Okay, okay. Just tell me where his office is and I'll take care of the rest." I say as my laughter dies down.

"Just take the next left further down the hall, it's the door with a guard standing in front of it. What are you going to do?" Anya asks as I stand up.

"I'm going to pop him, take whatever money he has in his office, kill anyone in this place who "disagrees" with me killing their boss and taking their payroll, and get the fuck out of here before the cops show up." I tell her the truth.

She just sits on her bed and stares at me as I make my way to the door.

"Anya, you got anything else to wear besides what you got on now? Anything that doesn't show… well, almost everything?" I ask.

"N-No, they didn't give me anything else. Why?" Her lekku darkens when she hears what I ask, leaving me to assume that it's the Togrutas' version of blushing.

Okay, I admit it. I'm already starting to care about this girl because right now, she's pretty much the closest person I have to a friend in this city. I don't want some creep oggling and trying anything funny with her all because she's showing way too much skin in public.

"Tell you what, after I get done with these pricks, I'll come back here, loan you my jacket, and get you out of this shithole. Then I'll buy you a proper outfit and if you'd like, we can go our separate ways from there. What do you say?" I give her my offer.

She takes a few moments to think before giving me her answer.

"Alright, just please don't forget about me."

"I'll be back here in like five or ten minutes." I say as I begin to walk out the door.

"Wait!" Anya calls out, making me stop and turn.

"You didn't tell me your name."

"Callahan. Jacob Callahan." I give her my name before walking away.

3rd Person POV

A lone human guard stands outside of Lug Vlossk's office, where his boss and two of his coworkers were counting tonight's profits like every other night, which is why he's surprised when a young man wearing a backpack appears from around the corner. Jacob had put on his best panicked expression to fool the guard.

"Hey, this area is off limits." The guard begins to say before Jacob cuts him off.

"Oh thank God! Look, you gotta help! The girl I came up here with, Anya, she's coughing up blood!" Jacob pleads to the guard.

"What!? Where is she now?" the guard asks, clearly alarmed by this.

"She's back in her room! Hurry!" Jacob shouts before disappearing around the corner he came from.

The guard begins to run from his post to make sure that the club's newest "employee" doesn't choke to death on her own blood, knowing that Lug will not be pleased if something like that happens to any of his property. The guard is just turning around the corner when-

*SHICK*

A blade of an Out-The-Front automatic knife pierces his throat. Jacob watches as the life drains out of the dying guard's eyes, his expression cold and emotionless. He pulls his knife out and wipes the blood off with the dead guard's jacket before retracting the blade and placing it back into his jacket pocket. Now it was time for Jacob to gear up; sliding his backpack off, he opens it and pulls out a few items. First thing he pulls out is a Mossberg 500 12-gauge shotgun he had managed to cram into his pack thanks to it being outfitted with just a pistol grip and an 18.5 inch barrel. Next came a bandolier filled with ammo for his shotgun which he immediately puts on. After that was a few extra magazines for his Glock which he stuffs into his jacket pockets. And finally, he pulls out and puts on a red ski mask, something that has become his signature over the years. Sliding his backpack over one shoulder, he switches the safety off on his Mossberg and casually enters the office.

For a strip club/brothel that profits off of enslaved women, some of whom are not even 16 like Anya, it actually had a pretty nice office. The floors and ceiling appear to be made out of polished black marble and opposite from the door is a plate-glass window that overlooks the whole club. Lug Vlossk, a 6'5" male Trandoshan who's been buying from slave traffickers for years, his newest supplier being the recently-returned Zygerrian Slave Empire, was sitting at his Kriin-wood desk counting tonight's profits with the help of two of his men when suddenly someone wearing a red mask and wielding what looks like some kind of slugthrower comes in and points his weapon at them.

"Good evening gentleman." Jacob greets the startled trio with a cheery voice.

Lug remains in his seat while his men slowly back away from the desk.

"Who the kriff are you!? Lug demands. His shock was already wearing off and is now starting to get angry.

"Oh, me? I'm the guy who's going to rob and put you out of business. By the way Mr. Vlossk, are you aware that quite a few of your so-called employees are underage, dancing on-stage while wearing next to nothing up front and fucking patrons in the back? Pedophiles must really love this place, especially since it's more than likely run by one." Jacob says while straight-up insulting Lug to his face.

And Lug was indeed pissed.

"THAT'S IT! KILL THIS KRIFFING-"

*BOOM*

A very loud blast from Jacob's shotgun fills the room, making the ears of everyone inside ring. The two guards have looks of horror plastered on their faces as they gaze upon a gruesome sight; Lug Vlossk's head was GONE, reduced to a mess of torn flesh, bone fragments, brain matter, and blood that's been splattered onto the window behind him.

*CHA-CHIK*

The sound of Jacob racking his weapon shakes them out of their shock.

"You." Jacob points his Mossberg at the guard on his left before tossing him his backpack.

"Put all of money you have on the desk and in that open safe you got there into that bag." Jacob commands, nodding towards the wall safe that had been conveniently left open, probably because Lug was getting ready to put the money his club made tonight into it with the rest. There had to be thousands of credits in there.

While Jacob watches the guard feverishly filling the pack up with credits, he sees out of the corner of his eye that the other guard, a male Zabrak, was slowly moving his hand towards his hip where his blaster is holstered. In a split second, Jacob turns the shotgun on the other guard and fires just as the Zabrak was drawing his weapon. The double-aught-buckshot payload hits him right in the chest, sending him tumbling backwards.

And straight through the window.

The screaming starts almost immediately after the body hits the stage. Patrons begin scrambling to flee the club as security yelled into their comlinks while trying to push past the panicking crowd to reach the office where the apparent threat is located. Jacob knew it would just be over a minute at most before they reach the office.

"Is that all the money?" Jacob shouts at the last remaining guard in the room.

"Y-y-yeah. That's all of it." He stutters out as he finishes pissing himself.

"Put the bag down, hands against the wall." Jacob orders.

The guard does as instructed. Jacob then walks up and slams the rear of the weapon into the back of his head, knocking him unconscious. Lifting the credit-filled bag off the floor, Jacob dashes out of the office and towards Anya's room with about 40 seconds left before some of Vlossk's men come up the stairs to his location. Jacob reaches Anya's door and opens it, throwing in his backpack.

"Anya, watch my bag for me and lock the door." He quickly says and dashes off before Anya can say a word.

With the extra weight off his back, Jacob quickly tops off his shotgun and takes cover behind a corner just as four guards come running up the stairs.

"Ajax fell from the boss' room! Let's get this kriffer before he gets away!" one of them shouts as they run down the hallway towards Jacob. He waits until they're in the middle of the hall between him and the stairs, where they'll have no cover. Leaning out of his cover, Jacob opens fire, killing one and wounding another with his first shot. He chambers another shell and fires again, killing another guard. The fourth guard begins firing at him and forces Jacob back into cover. The guard takes the time to try and call for back up with his comlink.

"The slimo's got a goddamn scattergun! We need more guys up here now-"

Just then, Jacob pops back out of cover and lands a shot on the guard's throat. The second guard to enter the hallway, the one that had been wounded, crawls toward the blaster he had dropped and leaving a trail of blood as Jacob walks towards him. Right when he's about to grab it to shoot Jacob, the latter kicks the blaster out of his reach and blows his head off. Jacob had heard the fourth guard call for backup, which meant that more would be coming up the stairs soon. He reloads his shotgun as he approaches the stairs to meet them. Three more guards are running up the stairs when Jacob runs into them and fires; because they're at such close range, each of the 9 .33-caliber pellets penetrate the guard up front and hits the one behind him, resulting in a double-kill. Jacob then kills the other one with another shot as he continues his way down the stairs.

The scene on the main floor was chaos. There were still a lot of people trying to flee with the patrons making a beeline for the exit while the girls ran backstage to hide in the dressing room. Because of this, most of the 40 remaining guards still haven't been able to take defensive positions yet. All they had heard about the shooter was that they were using a scattergun, a devastating weapon at close range, but one with a notably low shot capacity as well as a long reload time. The plan was to wait for the shooter to fire so many times before they have to stop and reload, giving them an opening to rush him. Pretty soon, one of them spots an armed man in a red mask bursting out of the V.I.P. Area.

Jacob's POV

Adrenaline continues to surge through me as I sprint out onto the main floor where the music was still blaring. Geez, people still haven't cleared out of here yet? I know most of the patrons in here are scumbags, but I don't want any civilian casualties. Maybe I should switch to my pist- Shit!

I blast away the head of a guard who had popped out from behind a table. All the sudden, dozens of red lasers come flying at me. Even though the bolts of energy strangely only have as much velocity as a pellet being fired out of a low-powered airsoft gun, I still don't want to get hit by any of them since 1) that would burn like hell and 2) I'm sure that a direct hit to the center mass or head would kill me. Thinking fast, I run n' gun my way to the bar and vault over it to get to cover.

"He went behind the bar!" I hear one of them yell.

I pop out and shoot two guards who were running for closer cover. I go for a third, but my shotgun instead clicks empty which forces me to duck back into cover.

"He's empty! Now's our chance! RUSH HIM!" one shouts.

'Rush me? Wow, you guys are making it way too easy for me. Time for the Glock.'

Sensing all the guards running towards me, I lay my shotgun on the floor and draw my pistol before once again popping out of cover. Time slows down for me as I place shot after shot into the head of each guard charging my position until my 17-round magazine runs dry. I duck back into cover to reload, placing the empty magazine into my jacket pocket as I swap it out for a loaded one. I'm pretty sure that no gun shop or black market dealer here sells spare magazines or even ammo for my guns. I should really look into getting some new weapons after this.

Their idea of charging me while I was reloading having failed spectacularly, the remaining guards begin using overturned tables for cover.

'Time for me to finish this.'

Leaving my shotgun behind as I dash out from behind the bar, I begin using the Force with one hand to toss tables aside, giving me a clear shot at the guards. I do this about five times over and killing 7 more guards in the process before the rest catch on to what's happening.

"This maniac's a freakin' Jedi!? Kriff this, I'm out!" one of the guards, a Rodian, tries to flee, but two of my 9mm hollow points that goes into his back drops him. Another guard suddenly pops out from behind a table and takes a shot at me. His shot misses my head by 3 inches before I snap my sights on him and put two rounds in his chest, making him hit the floor. Two more jump out from behind another table; I put another two rounds into one's chest, dodge a shot from the guy and put one shot in his chest and another in his head. I put the last two rounds in the magazine into a guard just as he was rising from cover. I simply let the empty magazine fall to the ground this time as I load another fresh one. I use the Force to throw an entire row of tables out of the way, exposing six surprised guards this time. I quickly kill them with a head shot each before continuing on. As I'm walking by one table, a guard jumps out at me and knocks my Glock out of my hands. He tries sticking his pistol in my face, but I grab it with both hands and the two of us begin to struggle for control of the weapon. Out of the corner of my eye, I see yet another guard getting out of cover and lining up a shot on me, probably trying to make sure he doesn't hit his ally. I turn my opponent with his back towards the other guard and throw him using the Force. He sails right into the other guy, making them both fall to the floor in a heap. Wasting no time, I call my Glock back to my hand and double tap both of them.

"Shit, that was actually a pretty good move they tried to pull." I say to myself.

Suddenly, someone presses the barrel of their weapon to the back of my head. I stay perfectly still for a few seconds before a voice behind me speaks up.

"Any last words?"

This isn't the first time someone has pulling this move on me, so I take a deep breath and give him my answer as I prepare counter him.

"It was short, but it was a wild ride." I tell him. Now to spin around and-

*PEW* *THUD*

'What the fuck!?' My heart skips a beat when I hear that shot, but immediately know that it wasn't me who got shot since I'm still standing and that the shot sounded like it had come from a few feet to my right. I open my eyes and turn around to find my would-be killer dead on the floor with a hole burned through his head, which now makes me wonder who just saved my life. And all it takes is for me to find that out is looking to where the shot came from, and the answer surprises me. Standing there with a pistol still smoking in her hand and my backpack over her shoulder is Anya. And damn, does that sight looks sexy as hell. She drops the gun and looks around the club. Now empty except for the two of us, blood, bodies, dropped weapons and shell casings littered the whole place.

"Wowwww, you really did a number on this place, and I saw what you did to Lug. Did you actually kill them all?" she asks, clearly amazed that I pulled this off without even getting hurt.

"What the hell Anya? I thought you were going to wait for me to come get you?" I ask as if my life hadn't just been in serious danger.

"Well I guess it was a good thing I didn't then seeing how he was going to blast you in the back of the head!" she shoots back.

"I had it under control; I was just about to spin around, elbow his gun away, and shoot him in the face until you beat me to the punch. Anyway, you ready to go?"

"Kriff yes! Let's get out of here!" she says while handing me my backpack.

Leaving through the front door was out of the question since the police will be here any minute, so after I retrieve the pistol magazine I dropped earlier as well as my Mossberg from behind the bar, Anya leads me towards the dressing room where there's a back door that usually locked. While moving through the dressing room, we pass by all the girls and women hiding in there. I still got my mask on and my shotgun out, so of course they start freaking out.

"Hey ladies, I loved your dancing. But as much as I'd love to get to know you all better, me and law enforcement usually don't get along, so I gotta scram." I say to them before continuing towards the back door with Anya. The door is indeed locked, but a shotgun blast to the mechanism keeping it that way seems to do the trick. Both Anya and I run out into and alley and begin putting some distance between us and the club just as the cops begin to swarm it. After walking in the alley for a minute, we stop when we see the end of the alley leading into the street.

"Okay let's stop here for a minute." I say before catching my breath with Anya doing the same.

"Anya, even though I was about pull a reversal on that last guy back there, you saved my life. Thank you." I tell her as I pull my mask off and begin to cram it, my bandolier, and my shotgun back into my pack. It's a pretty tight squeeze with all the money.

"Jacob, you just saved me from a fate worse than death, so I'm pretty sure we're at least even. And thank you for getting me out of there." She says to me with a smile. A real one this time.

"Nice shot back there. You've ever handled a gun before?" I ask, complimenting her skill with a handgun and returning the smile while I'm at it. She's got some talent, that much I'm certain.

"That was actually my first time even holding a blaster." Anya admits with a sheepish grin.

We both stay silent for a few seconds before without warning, Anya walks up and hugs me.

"Seriously Jacob, thank you for freeing me from that horrible place."

"Don't mention it. I just can't stand people who think they can get away with doing that kind of stuff." I reply as I wrap my arms around Anya's back to comfort her a little more.

The feel of her skin was surprisingly soft and smooth and the warmth of her body felt good, definitely a nice contrast to the cold nighttime of this city. But then another thought pops up that bothers me.

"Anya? How long did they have you there? Did any of them… did you have to take anyone else back to your room before…" I awkwardly try to ask. It just felt weird asking a girl these kind of questions, especially when it concerns something that could very well be a traumatic experience for them.

"Oh no, no. They grabbed me off the street only a few days ago. Honestly, I thought you were going to be my first one until you decided to go ahead and shoot up the place." Anya explains while breaking away from the hug.

"Guess it was a good thing I showed up when I did then. By the way, why did you choose me as your 'first'? There were at least a hundred other slimeballs you could've picked and I'm well aware of how… rough I look." I really was wondering why she walked up to me in the first place. With how I'm dressed as well as the dark look around my eyes from going nights at a time without sleep, I look more like some punk who will slit your throat for whatever money you have on you.

"Okay, I'll admit that you kinda looked like a drug dealer when I first saw you. But if I was going to do it with anyone, it'd be someone at least close to my age. And a little cute." Anya say, adding that last part in quickly.

'She thinks I'm cute?' I think to myself as I feel my face starting to heat up.

I look down from her eyes in an attempt to hide my blush, but when I do, I instantly remember another problem that should really be dealt with immediately.

"Fuck! Here I am rambling on while you're standing out here in the cold wearing friggin' lingerie. Here, put this on." I say while taking off and handing her my jacket.

Being reminded of her clothing predicament, Anya quickly puts it on. She's a few inches shorter than me, so my jacket covers down to her upper thighs. Hopefully anyone we walk by will just think that she's wearing really short-shorts, though her lack of shoes will probably draw some attention. It'll have to do until we find a store.

15 minutes later…

We finally find a store after quite a bit of walking and me sending a glare to anyone I caught looking at Anya the wrong way. I had explained to her along the way that I can't read the language here so that she'd have to point out which place was a clothing store. It turns out that Anya hasn't been here that long herself, but knew that there was a store a few blocks over.

While Anya is in the fitting rooms putting on her new clothes that I had just got done paying for after I had told her to pick out whatever she liked, I wait for her just outside. I'm actually surprised that a store like this is open this late at night, although one of those droid things standing behind the counter pretty much explains why that is.

Now that I've finished helping Anya out, I now have to find a place to live until I can find a way back to Earth, though to be fair I lived like a nomad there as well since I always had to constantly be on the move to avoid cops who want to bust me for vigilantism, and criminal hit squads hired to kill me by the various enemies I've made over the years, at least the ones that are still alive. Coruscant, however, isn't like Earth. Literally the entire planet is a single massive city with many, many layers stacked on top of each other, which means that the "local police force" here has planet-wide jurisdiction, so it would be pointless moving place to place unless it's to one of those other planets I've heard about. But I'll need a spaceship to do that, as well as learn how to fly one. For now, I need a place to stay. I'd hate to ask Anya this, but…

"Hey, Anya?" I call into the fitting rooms.

"Yeah?" she answers.

"You got a place here in this city?" I ask

"I was in the middle of looking for one that doesn't cost too much. Problem is that even the run-down apartments have high rates. Then I stopped in some place to get a drink. Next thing I knew, I woke up in Lug's club with that damn collar clamped tight around my neck." Anya explains before walking out wearing brown boots, khaki cargo pants, and a sleeveless navy-blue shirt.

"How do I look?" she asks as she gives me my jacket back.

"Like any other teenage girl. Definitely not someone who was a slave at a brothel twenty minutes ago." I blurt out while slipping the jacket back on, immediately starting to regret saying that second part. Thankfully, Anya doesn't seem to take offense and actually giggles at what I just said.

"I would have taken 'great', but I guess that's good too."

"So this place where you evidently got drugged, do you remember where it's at? Because I'd very much like to have a few words with whoever had your drink spiked." I ask to change the subject, but at the same time wanting to beat the hell out of whoever's responsible for Anya ending up at that fucking club in the first place.

"No, I can't remember. My memory of that day is just too fuzzy. Honestly, I just want to find a place for us to stay now that I got my life back." She says to me.

'Wait, did she just say "us"?'

"Us?" I ask to make sure I heard her right.

"After all you've done for me, it's the least I can do… Even though I got you out of that jam. Plus I wouldn't mind having a roommate who can help pay the rent and is also a friend." She confirms.

"In that case, I think I might be able to help out with the price of whichever place we find." I say, accepting her offer.

"Anya, do you know where some of the nicer apartments are located?"

The next day…

"Alright Mr. Callahan and Ms. Tano, we're all done here. Enjoy your new home." The Muun realtor says before handing us the key to our new home and walks away.

Anya and I then walk into to an elevator and push the button for the top floor. We both remain silent as the elevator ascends, so I decide to break the ice.

"Well, I think I talked him down to a pretty good price."

"You straight-up lowballed him while using a Jedi Mind Trick Jacob." Anya points out, still annoyed about what I just pulled.

"Come on, Anya! That guy wanted eight grand a month for this place! I'm only willing to pay as much as a thousand a month. Plus the five-thousand credit down payment." I argue.

"Which you were about to talk out of paying until I stepped in." she counters.

"You elbowed me in the ribs!" I exclaim.

"Well now I'm just worried that this will come back to bite us in the ass." Anya sighs.

The Elevator reaches our floor. We step out and begin walking to the door of our new home.

"If it does, please let me handle it. And besides…"

I unlock and open the door.

"This loft was just too awesome to pass up."

On the other side of the door is a luxury loft, literally one of the nicest places I've ever seen. Located upstairs is the bedroom which has a king-sized bed, an 80-inch holovision mounted on the wall across from the bed, a walk-in closet, and a bathroom that has white marble floor, walls, and sink along with a walk-in shower. Down on the main floor is a kitchen left from the front door, a Jacuzzi on the right that I'm totally going to chill out in at some point, and the living room in the center, which has a black leather recliner, a black leather couch, an expensive-looking glass coffee table, and a big-ass 160-inch holovision also mounted on the wall opposite of the couch and chair. Beyond the living room is the massive plate-glass window and door leading out onto the balcony which has an incredible view of Coruscant's skyline.

"You got me there. I never thought I've even see the inside of a place like this." Anya replies as she looks around the loft.

It's been a long day for the both of us, so the first thing we both do is sit on the couch. And god was it comfy. After setting my backpack down at the foot of the couch, taking off my jacket, pulling off my boots, and setting my Glock on the coffee table with Anya simply pulling off her boots, I grab the remote and switch on this planet's version of a TV. The channel it's tuned just happens to be the news, and the story right now is of course about the shootout at Lug Vlossk's club/brothel, which was apparently called the Despot Club. This definitely isn't the first time I've watched a news report about a big shootout I was recently involved in, so I don't really pay any attention until I hear them referring to me by an… interesting name.

The Red Rogue.

Well, that's a first for me. The news reports back home always just called me a vigilante.

"Red Rogue. I like the sound of that name." Anya comments.

"Yeah, me too." I reply as reports of other heinous appear on the screen. And goddamn, there were a lot of them. Even the most corrupt, crime-infested place on Earth pales in comparison to Coruscant.

So many asses to kick…

I think I'm going to have my hands full here for a while.

Special thanks to DFM23 for giving me some advice for this chapter. And for those of you wondering, Anya is Ahsoka's older sister.