The Ultimate Story Chapter 1

Here’s how The Ultimate Story began. It begins with two teens in science class and another somewhere else in a far far away class. The first teen’s name is Rachel; she is possessed by Kingdoms hearts, loves to cosplay a lot, and loves to play video games. The second teen’s name is Hannah; she’s pretty, smart, nice, awesome… OH; and loves Doctor Who and loves to play video games as well. Our third and final teen’s name is David; he’s the most skilled Jedi Master, the best gunslinger in the galaxy, the best technician of Coursant, killed the infamous Darth Sion, and is obsessed with Star Wars. You see, these teens can communicate telepathically as long as they keep a duck in their pocket. The teacher was giving speech on how idling creates smog clouds that go out in the middle of the night and kill people in their sleep. Everybody is watching intensely except for David and Rachel. These two people are in their own little world.
“Hey Rachel, I got another Star Wars story for you.” David said.
“Not again, this is the 33rd time this day you told me a Star Wars story." Rachel replied.
“Yeah I now, but I just thought of this today when I was daydreaming today.”
“Oh, no wonder why you weren’t in first period today. You wondered though another Victoria Secret store when you were daydreaming about Star Wars again.”
“Yes, I think so; but that is not the point, here is how our story goes…..

In a galaxy far far away, our hero Darth Nihlius is on the verge of destroying the Republic once and for all. He is traveling to Taris to cripple the Republic for good. But before he can go destroy the Republic for good; he has to stop by Coursant to go pick-up his clothes. Like his master said “No game of chess can be won in horrible tattered clothes.” But unexpectedly his lone ship is attacked by a fleet of Republic Cruisers….




Darth Nihlius was a tall figure dressed in all black. He wore a robe that had a skirt look to it, which went all the way down to his knees. Along with his robe he wore a cloak that covered his face. In final he wore a mask in the shape of a skull, except it was cut at the end of his check bones and was absent of the nose area.
He was in the bridge of the Ravenger monitoring the events unfolding outside. The Ravenger was once a Republic cruiser that had fell to the surface of Malchar V and was defeated by the Mandalerians during battle. That all changed when he went back to the cursed planet of Malchar V and rose the vessel from it’s destruction site to the open space once again, only using the Force alone.
He was thinking about Victoria Secret stores when a captain of the Ravenger came up behind him.
“Lord Nihlius, there is a large fleet of Republic ships heading towards us. There is no way for us to fight them off without heavy casualties. What do suggest mil’lord?
“Warm up the engines, don’t worry about the coordinates. We’ll jump into Hyperspace blindly so they can’t follow us this time.” he said in raspy voice that was barely understandable.
“But mil’lord; it’s almost a suicide mission if we do that. We might as well fight back and die in honor then cowardice.”
Darth Nihlius used the Force and let slide gently across the poor captain’s neck and like a rope pulled it tight around his neck.
“Do as I say slave. Never question me again on my answers. Got it?” Nihlius replied to the slave releasing the grip.
“Yes mil’lord.”
The poor slave captain walked off like nothing happened. It wasn’t more then five minutes before Nihliuse’s wish was granted. He watched the stars blur up and they were off into unknown space.

         It was an hour before their jump to Hyperspace was over; and all Darth Nihlius could think of was Victoria Secret stores. They were probably in a another galaxy by now. And from the look of it, it looked like it could be taken over pretty easily. He went to the closest star he could find. Looking from of the planets of this nearby star he came to, it looked like it offered very few and primitive life. Conquering would be made easy now. Darth Nihlius was kind of disappointed at this fact.
It was an hour of cursing in light speed that the same slave came back. He only came if something was urgent. Nihlius couldn’t think of anything that was of importance. This time the captain waited for Nihlius to speak.
“What is it? State what your business is slave.” Nihlius snapped at the captain.
“Lord there is a weird, blue shape up ahead. From here it looks like an alien ship. What do you suggest mil’lord.” The captain replied.
“Target our tractor beams on it and bring it aboard. Make sure who or what is on that ship is alive. Also send the Wickersham Brothers to deal with the people onboard. Oh, and captain; bring me Rascal to me now.” Nihlius said.
“Will do, mil’lord.