Narm Treize Greyrunner:

Maj. Narm/ Diamond 3-1/ /MC-80 Intruder/IW/IWRangers [MoAK] [MSM] [IS] [ITM-Gold] {Master Writer 2nd Class}

Species: Human

Sex: Male

Hair Color: Black., medium cut 2" (5.1 cm) in front

Eye Color: Brown

Height: 5’9" (175 cm)

Weight: 185 pounds (83.9 kg) Sturdy build

Age: 24 at the Battle of Endor

Homeworld: Abregado

Political Affiliation: Empire, Intruder Wing

Current Rank: Major

Weapon of Choice: Blaster Rifles, Vibro Swords, family Sword "Soul Blade"

Vehicle of Choice: Sienar Fleet Systems TIE Fighter, Sienar Fleet Systems/ IW modified TIE Interceptor, modified yacht Eternal Dream

Motto: "If I let you go, you’d run along and tell your little friends, can’t have that can we?"

"All squadrons scramble, I repeat all squadrons scramble. We have hostiles inbound for the Intruder and Platform Victory! All hands to battle stations!" The voice blared over the ships P.A. system. At once, all watch pilots headed for their fighters. All the pilots on the Intruder rushed to scramble. Master had just finished up in the simulators.

"Uh-oh, this is bad! Let’s get the hell to our fighters!" Master gracefully hopped out of the simulator, and sprinted for the lift. He looked back. "Can’t you move faster? We got to go!" He pressed the button for the lift, waiting as it approached, and motioning for the others to move faster.

Hippie slipped out of his, running for the lift where Master was. "This only happened because I was winning." He made it just as the lift reached them, and the doors slid open, allowing Master to slide in, moving just as Hippie, ran through the opening, barely stopping for wall.

Narm tried getting out, but slammed his head, and swore. "Son of a bitch, that hurts!" He ran towards the lift. "Like hell you were winning, you must’ve been reprogramming it or something." He rushed to the lift, the Soul Blades sheath bouncing against his leg as he got in the lift.

"C’mon children, let’s got!" Euclid yelled, slipping inside the lift, just before the doors closed. They reached the flight deck, they could hear the sound of the klaxons blaring. Confusion reigned the hangar. Officers tried to keep order, fighters were launching, mechanics were scrambling to finish work or get out of the way. Master, and Hippie rushed off to the Dream area, and Euclid ran to his fighter.

"Inbound hostiles, closing to Torpedo range, all hands, brace for impact!"

Narm took off to the Ragnorok. Dodging crew members to reach it. They were completely uprepared for the attack now. Narm couldn’t wait to get up to the air, and see who it was. Then, hangar shook. Looking over at the opening, Narm saw the torpedoes exploding around the hangar. Each time shaking it, knocking over people, and equipment. The magnetic barrier, keeping the precious air in, opened, under the force of the explosions, letting out air bubbles into space each time. Narm regained his balance, and made his way to his precious Ragnorok. He bounded up the ladder, and jumped into the open cockpit, not strapping himself in, he began the start up procedure. Engaging the repulsors, Narm lifted up into the air, and engaged the main engines. Narm sped out of the hangar, over the heads of the crews below him. He exited into open space, Narm checked his sensors for Diamond Squadron, and the number of hostiles, then gasped. There was at least two squadrons of fighters, right on top of the Intruder. Another two were hanging back, launching warheads at the Intruder. Narm put more power into his lasers, letting them gain a full charge, as he began getting target acquisitions.

"Hey Narm, glad you could finally join us. Even Euc got up here before you." Master antagonized. "I thought you were blown up when those torps hit the hangar." Master came up on Narm’s wing. "Lookit you Narm, I’m ashamed. I thought you’d be getting all the kills by now." Master pulled away, seeing an enemy fighter.

"Euc, who the hell are these people." Narm pulled hard to starboard, following one on a close range attack on the Intruder, Narm followed it over the surface of the MC-80, firing at it, but the enemy X-Wing juked each time. His brackets finely shone green, and Narm opened up, the green beams lancing out, and piercing the enemy’s ship, and it enveloped in flame, disintegrating.

As Narm steered to find the nearest target, he felt his craft shudder. Finally he noticed the target locks, but it was two late. A missile slammed into the Ragnorok, collapsing her shields. "Takin hits! Shields down. Can I get some—" Narm’s com went down mid sentence as a laser pierced the craft. He tried to steer, but found his flight controls were out. Then, the final blow came. Narm watch the missile approach. He watched the distance close to mere meters. The Ragnorok was shaken from stern to bow. The port solar panel was sheered off from the craft, and the momentum threw him into a spin. She lost all her power, and the inertial dampers cut off. As the shock wave passed, Narm heard hisses in the cockpit, and he knew there were air leaks. He sat there, being pushed back. Knowing he could communicate with them. Narm refused to abandon the Ragnorok, so he was left with his last option. Wait until someone noticed he was missing, or slowly suffocate. He sat there wondering, about his life about his past. Narm had nothing better to do, than reflect on the life he led. What he did. He let the force of the craft take over, and drifted off into his memories.

* * *

Abregado, a dirty industrial world. Important only to the rich businessmen who owned everything. Narm stood on the street corner, his eyes teary from another cold night. He’d lived like this for what seemed forever. A person walked by, and Narm raised his cupped hands. "Please, it’s terribly cold, help a child out."

The man had a sad expression on his face, and walked away, giving no acknowledgment to Narm. Narm stared off as the man continued on. It was going to be another cold night. The snowflakes already fell, but they weren’t white, like the pure mountain snow. They were gray, from the layer of pollution that hung over the city. Narm didn’t have a job. He had lost it, after refusal to do dangerous work. He knew he was blacklisted. The businessmen all worked together in their monopolies. The shippers didn’t care as long as they got the product. The government didn’t care, they got all the kickbacks. As much as Narm wanted to change things, he was only one man. One man can’t do anything. Narm headed back to his shelter, it was getting late, and he didn’t want to get caught out on the roads at night. He ducked into an alley, using one of his shortcuts, and started walking. Though he heard a rustle behind him. He slowly brought his hand into the rags he wore, and gripped the blaster pistol hidden there. He heard the sound again, and drew the pistol, training it on the moving figure behind him. It was a girl, with dark skin, and should length black hair, standing no taller than Narm. He realized who it was before he fired. "Narm, how many times I told you to be careful where you point that." She said.

Narm was relieved to see his companion Emilia. She stood there, in clothes no better than Narm’s own, but still her elegance shown through. She walked to him. "You need to calm down. Not everyone’s a thief or a murderer, besides, I watch your back pretty closely, don’t I? You don’t trust me?" She asked.

Narm felt guilty. "Of course I trust you, I just didn’t know you were around. And don’t try the guilt trip stuff, it doesn’t work."

She smiled. "That’s what you said the last time I made you feel guilty."

"Probably, but this time I mean it." Narm declared, exaggerating his movements to seem more intense.

Surprising Narm, she leaned over and kissed him. Narm felt her warm lips against his, and returned the affection. They slowly separated, and looked into each other’s eyes.

"How’d you do today?" She asked.

Narm frowned, and hung his head in shame. "Nothing. They’ve blacklisted me, I know it, and I can’t get anything anywhere. I’m sorry." His eyes welled up, and he felt a tear slide down his face. Hurting in the bitter cold. "I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried everything, and failed. I’m sorry."

She held his head to her. "Don’t do that, don’t beat yourself up. It’s all right. You can’t be perfect." She held his head up, and with her left hand, gently wiped off the tear. "Please Narm, it’s all right, don’t feel bad." He stared deep into her eyes, but somehow looking even deeper maybe even into her soul. Yet she persevered under his stare, Narm’s face soon brightened. "You’re fourteen years old, look to the future, you have a lot of years left in you. You just need to grow up a little." She smiled.

"Yea, sorry. You’re only sixteen, it’s not like it’s over the hill for you." He chided, and watched her brown eyes soften as she smiled. "Should be getting’ back soon." Narm noticed the dark descending over them.

Emilia looked around. "We’ve got time. Let’s head over to the pub and see what the gang’s doing." She took his hand, and they walked together down the alley, taking the short cut to the pub. As they neared, the street lights turned on, illuminating the street, and leaving the eerie shadows where the lights did not function. Narm felt a twinge of nervousness through his body, but Emilia squeezed his hand, and all he felt was reassurance. They heard the raucous laughter emanating from inside. Narm opened the door, and let Emilia go in first, and went in behind her. The pub was crowded with the standard crew of workers looking for a place to relax in the evening. Emilia walked up to the bar, and got a couple glasses of ale from Old Hawss. "My treat." She said, handing Narm the glass. They edged over by the keyboard where several of there friends were drinking and singing. Candy was busy playing her favorite drinking songs while the group mulled around. As Narm was about to say hi, the door burst open, and several beings came in.behind those, came more. They were all armed with blasters, some had rifles. Narm looked over shocked. One of them steeped forward.

"Okay you sand dawgs. I want Candy, where is she? Give her to us, or we burn the place down, with all of you inside!" He raised his blaster.

Candy swore. "Shit, I owe them. I didn’t think they’d come to collect so soon." She stood up. Narm slowoly drew his blaster, holding down, but ready if the need should arise. Candy started speaking to them. "Okay, I don’t have the money, but it’s only a little bit past when I was supposed to pay it back. Okay tell your boss-"

The man spoke sharply. "We will tell you we killed you, like we were ordered if you didn’t have the money."

Bruce stood up. "Like hell you will!" He raised his blaster, and fired into the group of armed thugs. Narm dropped to one knee as the return volley began.

Emilia knelt beside him. "Narm, we shouldn’t fight here, this isn’t our battle."

He could barely hear her above the sound of fighting. "But these are our friends!" He stood up, and fired several shots from his pistol before dropping back down. Most of the tables had been knocked over, and were being used for cover. The thugs were winning through sheer firepower.

"Narm, armed response team will be here in minutes, we should get out." She pleaded. A few bolts went over there heads. She jumped up, and fired some return shots.

"I’m sure they have the back doors watched, let’s wait for a few people to go out first." He stood, and fired a volley at them. They had lost at least four people that he could see. Most of the tables being used for cover had been torn apart by blaster fire, the people killed. Bruce had fallen also, he still clutched his blaster in his hand.

Emilia fired more shots. "We have to go now!"

Narm replied. "You’re right, let’s get out of here." He could see beings move toward the back exit. Bodies littered the floor around him. Candy, and the last few of her protectors, and loyal friends, made a daring retreat, firing all the way. Narm jumped up, emptying the power cell of his blaster pistol as he made his way to the back, there he crouched against the wall as he changed the power cell, Emilia soon was by his side, covering him, with the last few people in the pub. As soon as he finished changing the cell, they leapt out the door, hitting the ground, as blaster shots went over their backs behind them. They rolled off to the side, and got up. Ahead of them, another skirmish was underway, as the pub patrons, fought against the enemy’s rear guard. Candy stood, with Leon, and Maria by her side. Candy was cradling her left arm, which Narm noticed the blaster burns.

"Smell, it’s all over. So strong." Emilia stared off into the darkness, lit only by the flashes of gunfire. Narm could smell it to, ozone and burning flesh, the after effects of something like that. The door back to the pub had been closed, and was being held in place by an old chest tilted against it. "Shit, their coming, I can hear the sirens." Emilia looked alarmed.

Candy spoke. "We need to get out of here." From further on down a Quarren came back, a blaster rifel in his hand.

"Candy, it’s clear, we took out their rear guard. They were definitely expecting us to run."

"Thanks Bron. We should get back to the hideout, split up the gang, and have them take separate ways back. Maria, Leon, and I will go from here alone." She turned to Narm, and Emilia. "Thanks for the Help back there you two. You should get along now. If they go after you, you know who to contact. We’ll take you in with us until we get our revenge. Oh, and be careful." She turned to walk away when a large explosion came from behind them. They turned to see the door all in splinters falling from the sky, and smoke flooding out from the door. Narm raised his blaster and fired into the smoke, as everyone else did. "Get the hell out of here!" Candy yelled.

They started running away, though, as they got past the side of the building, Narm was showered with debris as blaster bolts hit above his head. He turned and fired, as a blaster bolt narrowly missed him, the heat felt on his body as it went by, and struck Emilia in the back.

She slumped forward, the shot knocking her on to her stomach. Narm screamed, and ran to the aid of his friend. Candy turned around. "Shit, Leon, help him, grab Emilia, and take her with us."

"But-" He protested.

"Dammit, do it before we all get killed. Her and Maria fired as fast as they could at their pursuers to stall them. Leon tried to help Narm, but before he could, Narm already had Emilia in his arms, and was with Candy. "Come with us Narm, maybe we can help her once we get back to the hide out. We can bandage that up as soon as we lose them." Candy let Narm go by, and fried behind her as she ran, Leon doing the same, while Maria guided them. As soon as the eluded the thugs, Narm took the oppurtunity to bandage the grievous wound on Emilia’s back. He could tell it was mortal. Her spine was shattered, and Narm could tell there were numerous internal injuries.

"Narm…" She whispered, barely audible. He turned her over, and cradled her head in his arms. He eyes were like shimmering stars, on a clear, dark night. Narm felt the tears well up in his eyes, and pour down his cheek, burning his skin as the bitter cold, night air hit them.

"Please don’t die Emilia." He pleaded, his voice breaking.

She smiled, but her smile was wrought with pain. "I’m sorry Narm. I… want… to stay."

"I know, and I don’t want you to leave. You can’t go. I love you Emilia…" His tears fell from his cheek, and splashed on her forehead. He took his hand and brushed them off, but snowflakes took their place.

"I… know." She looked into his eyes. "I love… you too. More… than… I can… ever…tell you… by words."

"I’m sorry I let this happen to you. How could I? I’m so sorry. I’d give my life to save you."

Her expression changed to that of a pain not caused by the blaster bolt. Her face flushed. "Narm. Don’t… ever say that again! It’s not… true. You… didn’t do this. And if you gave your life… for mine… then I’d… have to… live without… you. Don’t say that… Narm." Tears welled up in her eyes. "Live Narm… enjoy your… life… don’t live… in the… past… forever."

Great sadness filled Narm’s body. One indescribable and incomparable to any he had ever felt. "I’ll miss you Emilia. So very much."

She looked deep into his eyes, and he stared into her. The fire in her eyes was fading. "Narm… before I die. Please… kiss me." Narm leaned his head down, and brought his lips to hers. They joined, until Narm felt her go limp. He slowly pulled away, and looked into her empty eyes. The fire that had burned their, was gone. Emilia was dead.

The cold night air that chilled his skin, was nothing compared to the cold darkness inside him. The far reaches and the darkest corners of space, were nothing as that felt in his heart. He held her limp body, for what seamed like an eternity, crying.

"Narm, we need to get moving. You’ll freeze out here." Candy said soothingly. She came up behind Narm, and placed her hand on his shoulder.

Narm raised his head, his tearful eyes stared into Candy’s. Icy spears seemed to pierce her every layer, and stab her. She immediately backed off. Narm stood up, still holding Emilia’s limp body, and howled. A deep mournful howl. The ground seemed to shake from the anguished cry. The skies opened up, and the snow poured upon them. Abregado cried with Narm that night.

* * *

Narm felt a tear run down across his cheek as he sat alone in the cockpit of the Ragnorok. Remembering his life was painful in some many ways. He’d had no direction for a long time. He pulled out the Soulblade from it’s sheath, and held it in his lap, slowly stroking the weapon. His past was the past, and not to be dwelled upon, but remember he coud still do. After Emilia died, he stayed in Candy’s gang, the day he met Captain Brimhill of the VSD Behest, just three months later, on his way to tour the Imperial garrison their. Narm met him in the pub, telling the elderly man of his dreams, and hopes for the future. His dream of flying through space, and fighting for the Empire, all poured out as he talked to him. The Captain was touched by the youths energy, and spirit. He told him he’d make sure he that Narm got into the academy some day. Narm lived his life, for three years after that, becoming one of Candy’s top lieutenants after Leon was killed. He got his revenge on the thugs that had killed Emilia. They attacked their hideout, and slaughtered the thugs as they futilely tried to fight the ferocious attack. Only a week after that, two Imperial recruiters sought out Narm to take him to the Raithal Academy. Narm had confronted them, and accepted their offer. Then Narm spent his time learning, and training, learning to live as an Imperial officer, and pilot. Though he felt a loss upon finding that the Behest had been lost in combat against Rebel forces in the outer-rim. All hands were lost.

Narm’s time at the academy, were not exceptional. Though he did make some good friends, though only Raz Gidak got to serve with Narm past their academy times. He was not the greatest in his class, but he did graduate in the top ten percent. He was commissioned and served aboard the ISD Avenger in Chi Squadron. That lead to another event, which Narm remembered too well. Three months before the Battle of Hoth, against a small rebel supply convoy.

* * *

Narm turned his Tie fighter to port, back toward the few Z-95’s. A voice came in over the com. "Five, this is Six, can you give me a little cover, I’m making a run into those Z-95’s." Raz asked.

"Sure, I’m right with you." Narm replied, as he slid off to Raz’s starboard side. He set his lasers to fire-linked, and aimed toward the a Rebel fighter. The two targeted Z-95 turned toward them, but it was too late. Raz started firing, and so did Narm, they raked their targets with laser fire. The shields on the one Raz was taking flickered out, and a double laser blast hit the engines, blowing it up in a spectacular explosion. Narm hit the fighter he was taking, and the forward shield collapsed, allowing Narm to make the shot, and destroy it.

"Ha ha ha. That’s the second kill today"

"Yea, but I’ll have more once we get to those transports."

"Face it, you’re just not as good a pilot as me Five." Raz Gidak said arrogantly.

"Okay you two. Keep the com free for important messages, not just chatter." Cmdr Thomas piped in.

"Sorry sir." Lt. Raz Gidak and 2^nd Lt. Narm Greyrunner said at the same time.

"Chi squadron, engage the transports while Gamma squadron finishes with the fighter escort." The order came the control on the Avenger.

Narm pulled to starboard, and looked at a nice container transport. He flew towards that, the guns firing back at him, but Narm nimbly maneuvered his craft to avoid the incoming fire. He raked the side with laser bolts, and watched the shields flash. Behind him Raz came up and did the same. "I figure another couple of passes, and we can knock out their shield. Even if they use their weapon power to keep the shields up, that will only last so long. Narm came around, and made a pass on it’s starboard side, raking it with laser fire, as he passed Raz did the same. After a pass from the port side, Narm noticed the turret stooped firing.

"Looks like they drained the weapon power." Raz turned his fighter, behind Narm’s. Narm lashed out with his lasers, and knocked the shields out on the transport. Raz made his pass, firing into the engines, and causing an overload. The ship exploded in his wake, debris strewn across space.

"No, you stole my kill." Narm turned his ship, and put a Maurian transport into his targeting reticule, when the data came up on his screen, Narm’s jaw dropped inside his helm. It was the Night’s Fyre, the ship Raz’s famly owned. Narm knew Raz would see that.

"HOLY SHIT NARM DON’T FIRE!" Raz ordered, his voice full of anger. "Why the hell are they here helping the Rebels?!

"Raz, this is lead. You will target, and destroy that ENEMY ship. That is an order." His voice was commanding, and threatening.

"No, I won’t do it!" Raz replied.

"Raz, think of your career! This isn’t you, and your family. This is you, the Imperial pilot, and them. The Rebels! They’re not your family, they’re the enemy!" Narm pleaded.

"No, Narm, I won’t do it. I can’t kill my family." Raz resigned.

"Lt. Raz Gidak, return to the Avenger. A security team will be awaiting your arrival to escort you to the brig. If you try to run, we will be forced to kill you. 2^nd Lt. Greyrunner, Destroy the enemy transport." Cmdr. Thomas ordered.

Narm complied, he made a pass on the transport, it returned fire, but he avoided it. After several passes, he had knocked out the shields. Raz still lingere back to the Avenger, Narm knew he was watching this intently. Narm set up for an attack run at it’s engines.

"DON’T DO IT NARM!" Raz yelled.

"I’m sorry." Narm whispered, and fired at the transport. The lasers connected into the ships engines, causing an explosion to rip the ship apart in Narm’s wake. Narm felt a tremendous guilt. Then Raz made a verbal outburst.

"YOU COLD-HEARTED SON OF A BITCH BASTARD NARM! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU NARM, MURDER YOU LIKE YOU MURDERED MY FAMILY! I’LL KICK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU, AND THEN KILL YOU SLO—" The transmission was being jammed from the Avenger.

* * *

He didn’t remember what happened during the rest of the battle, although it was short. A couple days after, Raz escaped, killed three people and stole a shuttle. The inquiry said he died, but Narm knew that wasn’t true. At the Battle of Hoth, Narm shot at fleeing Rebel ships, and watched the Avenger get incapacitated. While the ship was out of action, Narm transferred over to the Adjucator, where he served with the fleet, through the Battle of Endor. When the Adjucator surrendered, Narm landed on one of the escaping ships during the retreat. Narm thought for a moment, and realized he couldn’t remember which ship it was. He cursed himself for forgetting something like that.

After the defeat at Endor, Narm was stricken with uncertainty. The Empire, and Emperor meant nothing to him individually, he cared what they were in his life. Order, unity, purpose. It gave him everything. Narm would have to make his own way. He wouldn’t join the Rebels, and to him the Imperial factions weren’t much more than petty tyrants. It was as if he had been orphaned again. Everyone in his squadron was either dead, or far away, and he had no way to tell what happened to all his shipmates. The only person he had left, was his older cousin Yondalla. He tracked her down, and joined her entourage, learning a side of the universe he had never been part of before. She was a con artist, opportunist, and a gambler, and a loyal family member. Aboard her ship, the Fire One, a modified corvette, Narm learned to gamble, con, and cheat. He learned the art of swordsmanship, and other kinds of fighting. It was some of the best training he’d had. After nearly a year of that, he made his way on his own. Taking a small yacht, he made his own way. Working casinos, grifting, with his new found free spirit, it seemed anything was possible. After about half a year, he met a beautiful young woman named Ellhaym Tier Welham. She was slightly taller than Narm, with light blue eyes, and her light brown hair usually worn back in a braid. A competitive spirit came over them, and they spent their first week trying to get the upper hand over the other. They found that a true closeness was developing between them, and a relationship formed. They quickly became lovers, and started traveling together. They worked well together, and their love grew. The universe was their for the taking, they just had to do some work for it. Narm changed for the better. He was happier, more free. He no longer craved orders, or the rigid military structure, as long as he could be with Elly, he was invincible, he welcomed each day. Then almost seven months after they met. Elly was gunned down in a bar. It was a standard operation, she was playing, and he was supposed to watch her back in case someone pulled something. Narm failed. She was playing sabacc with a drunken New Republic soldier. After losing his paycheck, he took out a hidden blaster, and shot Elly, Narm didn’t even see it until after it happened. The soldier panicked and ran out. Narm cried, he remembered that day, that day so well, that infamous day.

* * *

Narm watched Elly finish the hand with the New Republic grunt. Another win, she was having good luck today. The soldier almost looked like he was crying. Guess that’s what happens when you gamble on payday, Narm thought. Then, with an anguished cry, Narm watched helplessly as the man drew a hidden blaster, and gun down his lover. She fell from the seat, landing on the hard floor. "NO!" Narm screamed, the soldier ran out of the bar, as Narm went to Elly. She had been shot in the stomach, the wound was grievous. She was still conscious, her eyes shimmering, and staring deeply into his own. He cradled her head in his arms, memories flashed of a similar experience so long ago. He sobbed, staring into her eyes, the tears streaming down his cheeks. The crowd around them remained silent.

"No Elly, please don’t die. I love you." His voice was breaking.

She brought her hand up, and placed it on Narm’s. He could see the pain in her eyes. "Narm… I love you too. So much, I can’t describe it. I want to be with you forever."

"Elly… I don’t know what to do. I need you. What will I do when I can’t look into your eyes anymore?" He felt a deep well in his heart.

"I’m sorry. I… want… to… stay. But… I can’t." She began crying herself, and Narm gently wiped away the tears, and he gently stroked her hair. She started to say something, Narm knew what she was going to say, somehow, he knew. "Narm."

"Yes Elly?" He felt his insides become cold.

"Kiss me, one more… time… before I… die." She smiled, and looked into his eyes.

"Anything my love." He leaned his head forward, and joined his lips to hers. With the last of her energy, she forcefully returned the affectionate gesture, until Narm felt her body go limp in his arms. The hand resting on his slid off. Their lips parted, and Narm pulled back, to look into the eyes of his dead lover. The shimmering stopped, and all that was left, was emptiness. He held her close to him, sobbing, oblivious to everything around him. He let go, and laid her body back down on the floor. Blood covered his shirt, and hands, they were stained with the blood of his lover. A rage burned in Narm. The well in his heart overfilled with anger. Narm wanted revenge, he wanted vengeance on the bastard who had destroyed his life. Grabbing the few personal affections she carried, Narm stormed out of the bar, passing the emergency people on his way out. He questioned and threatened everyone, until he tracked down the Rebel soldier. Narm found him hiding in an alley, holding his head, and crying. Narm had his heavy blaster in his hand. The guy took one look at Narm, and dropped his own blaster. Narm had the blaster leveled at the soldier’s head, who begged, and pleaded for Narm not to kill him. But his cries fell on deaf ears. The crying man resigned himself to his fate, as Narm pulled the trigger, and blew his head off. The new Narm died in that instant, as he watched the soldier’s body slump to the ground, and the smell of ozone to dissipate. He had gotten vengeance, but Narm still felt hollow inside.

* * *

Narm wished he could wipe away the tears on his face, but he couldn’t take off the helmet because there was no atmosphere in the fighter. He watched space spin around before him from the eternally spinning Ragnorok, and thought about what had happened next. Emotionally disturbed, and devoid of all purpose, Narm did the only thing he could think of. Left the planet on the Eternal Dream, and went to the arms of Yondalla to weep, and mourn. He told her of his tale, and she quietly held him, and listened. The only true sign of compassion she had ever shown to her relative. He joined again with her entourage, and traveled space. It was then that he met Captain Jon Pilat leader, and founder of the Pilat mercenary corps, and owner of the Corillian Gunship Confiance. After awhile traveling with Yondalla, Narm heard of the struggle of the Intruder Wing. Since they had broken off from the Emperor’s Hammer, the faction has been struggling. With no real desire to stay with his cousin, yet no real desire to go back to the Empire he once served, he went with what he felt, and that was helping the Intruder Wing’s cause. He served aboard the ISD Terror, in Mu squadron. He remembered the sense of unity he had gotten from his old squadrons, and reveled in the feeling again. He served until the Terror was decommissioned, and his own commission ran out, though instead of signing back up, he went back out into the universe again, and joined Pilat’s mercenaries. He stayed with them for less than a year, filling his pockets with the spoils of being a mercenary. He left in good standing with Pilat, and made his way back to the Intruder Wing. Once back he was assigned to Lightning squadron under Stan, then Mac, and lastly Hippie. He participated in different battles, and went on many adventure. He did, until the horror at Erebria Prime, in which he watched as almost all of his squadmates were killed in the battle. Only him, Hippie, Master, and Brit survived. The squadron he held so dear was decommissioned, and he was reassigned to Diamond squadron. He used his money he had gained on his vacation, and had the Ragnorok made. Then he ended up here, floating around in space. Waiting for pickup, or death.

Suddenly, Narm felt the craft shudder, and it slowly stopped spinning. The modified Tie Interceptor moved slowly, it was being drawn toward something. It was either friends, or pirates. Narm had the Soul Blade ready in his right hand, and his blaster ready in the other. The ship was drawn into a small bay, and the doors closed under him. Narm jumped out of the fighter, and looked at Master.

"Gee Narm, in all this time, I’ve never seen you run away from a battle like that." He snickered saying that. "Ask me how many kills I got?"

Narm sighed. "How many kills did you get Master?"

Master laughed. "Six! Which is more than you got, since you ran away!" He laughed some more.

"That’s annoying. AND I DIDN’T RUN AWAY!" Narm yelled. "So are you the only one I have to thank?"

"Not really, Hippie, and Viper came along. But Hippie didn’t do anything really, and Viper just flew."

Narm frowned, looking at he Ragnorok. "Great, can you imagine how much this’ll cost to repair?"

"Probably a lot, glad I don’t have to pay for it. So what’d you do stuck all alone in the your ship?" Master asked.