Phantrx
The Phantom
Phantrx stood alone on Lothal, the planet he had been left on by his fellow Jedi. After being betrayed and left in a crevice, he learnt that the only person he could trust was himself. He spent many years learning more about the force, without the limits of the Jedi Order, and now he was more powerful than he had ever been, using both sides of the force. Not only had he learnt more about the force, but he also learnt all Forms of saber fighting, so he would be able to defend himself when he needed to.
The only thing that was by Phantrx's side now was his Loth-Wolf, whom he named Pez. Pez had been there when Phantrx was stuck, lodged under and between rocks at the bottom of a crevice, and since then, he had been on hundreds of personal missions with Phantrx. Now, they found themself sitting on the edge of a cliff on Lothal, with no purpose in life. Phantrx had become so powerful but had nothing to do with his skills. He'd tried bounty hunting, smuggling, working with small forces and everything similar, but never had they been a true purpose for him to use his skills. He had an important decision to make, should he fight against the orders that aim to control the galaxy for bad, or should he fight for them, to gain power in the galaxy? Or maybe he should just stick with bounty hunting and make his way in the galaxy through that. All he knew for definite is that he needed opportunities, and maybe one day they would come, and he would take one.
"Pez, my boy, one day we'll have a purpose in life and we'll fight for what we think is right" Phantrx muttered to Pez. The big Wolf knocked Phantrx to the ground and licked his face before Phantrx pushed the wolf off of him, and with a fading laugh, Phantrx looked into the sky...
The only thing that was by Phantrx's side now was his Loth-Wolf, whom he named Pez. Pez had been there when Phantrx was stuck, lodged under and between rocks at the bottom of a crevice, and since then, he had been on hundreds of personal missions with Phantrx. Now, they found themself sitting on the edge of a cliff on Lothal, with no purpose in life. Phantrx had become so powerful but had nothing to do with his skills. He'd tried bounty hunting, smuggling, working with small forces and everything similar, but never had they been a true purpose for him to use his skills. He had an important decision to make, should he fight against the orders that aim to control the galaxy for bad, or should he fight for them, to gain power in the galaxy? Or maybe he should just stick with bounty hunting and make his way in the galaxy through that. All he knew for definite is that he needed opportunities, and maybe one day they would come, and he would take one.
"Pez, my boy, one day we'll have a purpose in life and we'll fight for what we think is right" Phantrx muttered to Pez. The big Wolf knocked Phantrx to the ground and licked his face before Phantrx pushed the wolf off of him, and with a fading laugh, Phantrx looked into the sky...