Life takes a new beginning

[Ignatius]

Taking a hold of the scythe, I cut down the grass. The slicing of each blade came to my ears as I swung the very sharp blade. I smiled. Having just fixed the staff of the tool, I felt happy at another job done. I continued to swing the scythe. Cutting down all the crop that was to be harvested. While I had used the combine a few minutes ago, I still needed to get the small stuff that was around the edges. Taking a good slice to the next batch, I could hear yelling. Looking up, I diverted my vision to the west to see my mother waving her hands up in the air. I smiled with my teeth as I dropped the scythe and started to run home.

It wasn't long when I reached the house. Mom had just come back from the shops with fresh food. Running up to her, she reached out her arms. I came to run into them hugging her. She had been gone a few days and it was good to see her back. "What did you bring for me this time?" she looked through the bag and pulled out not food, but instead it was a hilt for a sword. I looked at her in confusion. "Mom the money I gave you was for food n-" "Hush Swifty. A young man gave this to me for a little bit of bread. I thought that you might like it."

I looked at her disapprovingly at first, then I smiled, "Fine, mother. I consent. It is a nice piece." Handing it to me she smiled and then reached in without looking, and pulled out a slab of beef. I looked at her with wide eyes. The beef was in kings cut. The highest priced cut of beef. It was the good part of every animal. Reserved for only nobles. "Mother! You once again try to buy too much, we need to save for the harvest next year." Smiling she shook her head. "Nope, I got this from Grand. He just asked for some of our crop that you and him would talk over later. As long as we share crop and we got beef, I think it's good."

I shook my head. my mom drove a hard bargain I guess. Walking into the house with mother, I saw uncle Gram sitting at the chair watching the Holovid. With Austin sleeping. I smiled. Walking over to Austin, I couldn't resist. Reaching for a sword in the corner, the one that belonged to him, I held it up above my head with one arm, and my other gripping his shirt by the collar.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I yelled on the top of my lungs and from seeing a sword held over him and the light behind me, he was scared half to death. He gripped my shirt and pulled me close in for a punch, but only stopped when he saw me laughing at him. "You little bantha's arse." he cursed at me. Taking his old sword from my hand and gripping it. "You're lucky I didn't stick you through!" I shook my head. muttering under my breath. "like you could do that." as I walked away. "COME BACK 'ERE AND SAY THAT AGAIN YOU LITT-" He stopped as Mother gave him a stare. He stopped and continued the sentence. "le brother that I love so dear." Mother smiled as she walked away. Turning to him, I stuck my tongue at him.

He seethed in the corner as there was a knock at the door. Grabbing the slugthrower pistol by the door, I held it behind the door but aimed at the gut of who ever was outside. Seeing it was the delivery man, I opened the door. "Hello, I have a package for.... Jackson Swift." I looked confused. No one called me by that. Even my own mother. I took the package and signed the little datapad as best as I could. "Have a good day sir." "Um yeah."

Looking at it, I saw the letter on the top. I then began to read it.

Dear Jackson,

If you are reading this, then my gift has come along as well. I am glad to see that you are still alive and growing strong. I hope that you are able too receive this and learn how to use it. You will need it on where you are going. I will not tell you my name right now, but let me assure you, I am your father. Your name is Jackson Arron Swift, you have dirty blonde hair, and blue eyes like myself. You live with your mother, uncle, and brother. Two of which can no longer work. I have taken care of all of their expenses.

What I need you to do is a favor. You need to stop taking your meds. Allow your system to function on it's own. And most of all, use the gifts I have given you. You will need them for where you are going. Good luck and travel safely.

- D

I just..... I couldn't belive it. how... what? Looking down at the package, I tore at it. Revealing inside, a set of clothes, some plates of iron, and a hilt. Not like a sword hilt, but one that was used by a Jedi.

Inside, was the weapon that was used over many of eons in wars fought over the light and the dark side.
Inside the package, Given to me, was a hilt.

A lightsaber hilt.

((Anyone May join))​

 

[Aalzorin]

[member="Jack Swift"]

A being of orange skin and white and blue head-tails sneaked from the cargo ramp of the freighter she stowed away on back on Mantessa. The city venue was foreign to her, but she had the sense to know where she was going.

A spaceport administrator who was recording the vessel on a datapad looked up at the Togruta, noting her tribal appearance denoted by feathers and teeth adorning her clothes. She carried a glaive she used for hunting on her back. "Hey," he said. "You don't look like a spacer. What are you doing here?"

The tribeswoman looked to each of her sides before knocking out the administrator with a swift punch to the face. She then exited into the city. She had enough common sense to evade the crowded streets, for someone of her species and demeanor would largely stick out among the Naboo. There were some people that she passed, but most of them sent smiles her way and didn't cause her any trouble.

The first thing she thought to do was leave the city. There she could hunt for something to eat, for she was practically starving after the ride on the starship. She escaped the city through the rear gate and made her way down a back road before slipping off into the plains. She found a herd of shaaks roaming the grasslands, with nobody in sight to monitor them. She was far enough from the roads to be out of sight, and so she took her chance.

She quickly impaled one of the smaller beasts, as to not waste its meat by not being able to carry it all. She skinned it and quickly gathered the meat off of its bones before leaving quickly, in case someone owned the animals and were coming to check on them. For about twenty minutes she ran, until she stopped to gather some firewood and start a fire in order to cook the shaak flesh. Quickly assembling a makeshift spit, she roasted piece after piece and consumed them as she went.

She had long had her fill before her essential tunnel vision faded, and she looked around. In the distance she could see a farmhouse, and as there were no boundaries apparent to her at the moment, she could safely assume that she was on their property. This could be potentially bad.