The Multiverse Hunter

Author here, sorry the chapters are shorter, I'm busy right now but I'll increase the size soon hopefully. Enjoy the chapter.

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"What's this?" Veronica asked, eyeing the small plastic bag filled with a fine white powder sitting on the table. Her tone was sharp, her nerves evident as she stared at the hooded individual before her.

"This is what you're going to put in the commander's drink tonight," the man replied, his voice calm, as if he were asking her to do nothing more than pour a glass of water.

Veronica's eyes widened, and she took a step back, clutching the bag tightly. "You want me to poison the commander of the capital? Are you insane? I'll never make it out of the room alive!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in panic.

"Calm down," the hooded figure replied smoothly. "This isn't a quick-acting poison. It'll take effect in ten hours, well after you've left the premises. His death will create chaos among the Empire's forces, distracting them and giving us a better chance to secure the relic at the auction. It's your only way out of this place."

Veronica hesitated, her eyes darting between the bag and the hooded man. After a moment, she sighed deeply and tucked the bag under her clothes.

The man's hand, gestured toward her leg. "What happened to your knee?"

"Just some Trandoshans trying to force themselves on one of the girls," she replied, her tone bitter. "They're dead now."

The hooded man raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Veronica turned sharply and left the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

Kale sent a quick message through his comms device. Across the city, sitting at a small table on the second floor of a bustling cafe, the Jedi Master read the alert. She cradled a cup of steaming coffee in her hands as her sharp eyes scanned the capital's sprawling streets below.

'This relic could shift the balance in Kaelthar,' she thought. 'If we take Kaelthar, Tartek will fall next. The Empire's grasp on this sector will weaken.'

Around her, the cafe buzzed with activity. Imperial lords and high-ranking officials engaged in idle conversation, oblivious to the Jedi Master among them.

In the lively food market, an Asian man sat alone on a bench, his face concealed beneath a vibrant mask he had purchased from a nearby street vendor. The vendor, a local artist, was surrounded by eager customers admiring his unique creations.

The man leaned back casually, his eyes scanning the crowd. A smaller man, also wearing a similar mask, approached and sat down beside him. Despite his diminutive stature—no taller than five foot two—his luxurious attire exuded power and status.

"You got what I want?" the Asian man asked, his voice low.

"Yes, but it wasn't easy to find," the smaller man replied. "You'd better deliver the relic at the auction tomorrow. If you don't, I'll make sure the entire galaxy knows who you are, what you have, and exactly where to find you."

The Asian man chuckled lightly, unfazed by the threat. "Don't worry. As long as I get what I want, the relic is yours. It's attracting too much heat anyway."

"MOVE", an archaic voice whispered in the Asian man's ear which wasn't a surprise to him as this was a spirit that warns him whenever someone searching for him gets close. 'This spirt really is a lifesaver, I can't wait to unlock more of it's abilities', he thought as he stood up from the bench.

He glanced down at the smaller man. "I'll see you tomorrow."

With that, he melted into the crowd, disappearing as if he had never been there.

Moments later, a hooded figure approached the now-empty bench. A pale hand adorned with green tattoos clenched into a fist. "How?" the figure muttered, scanning the crowd. 'I know it was just here.'

The figure closed their eyes, focusing on the faint trail of energy left behind by the relic. As the trail began to fade, they hurried into the market, determination etched into their every movement. 'I will find you.'

In the Empire headquarters, Commander Dran sat at his desk, a hologram of a Chiss flickering before him. The Chiss, dressed impeccably, leaned back in his chair with an air of arrogance.

"Let's meet tonight," the Chiss said, his tone dripping with condescension. "I've heard about your new friends, and we need to talk."

Dran's jaw tightened, but he nodded curtly. "Fine. But bring your Trandoshan friend as well. I need to have a word with him about the actions of his men lately."

The hologram winked out, leaving Dran alone in the dimly lit office. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. 'Damn relic. Why couldn't it have appeared anywhere else?'

In a secluded training area, Ali stood shirtless, his toned muscles glistening under the dim lighting. His cross-guard lightsaber hummed ominously in his right hand as he moved with deadly precision, slicing through the air in a series of intricate manoeuvres.

The weapon arced forward in a controlled throw, spinning through the air before stopping mid-flight as Ali manipulated it with the Force.

With his free hand, he unsheathed his quinque, releasing its massive great sword form. The weight of the weapon didn't seem to faze him as he hefted it onto his shoulder. Ali used the Force to pull back the lightsaber into his right hand. Now armed with both weapons, Ali crouched low, his stance brimming with lethal intent.

He lunged forward, executing a devastating combination of strikes with the great sword and lightsaber. His movements were fluid yet explosive, each attack calculated and precise.

At the culmination of his routine, both weapons were sent flying by the Force, cutting through the air as Ali summoned his desert eagles and aimed them at an imaginary opponent.

"DEAD," he muttered as he pulled the empty triggers.

CLACK. THUD.

Both the lightsaber and great sword clattered to the floor as Ali ran out of Spirit and laid down on the floor. He had pushed himself until the Spirit pond was completely dry, training for hours.

"I want to fight someone strong," he muttered. "If the Jedi here isn't enough, maybe I'll just assassinate their leadership. Take them all out.", only someone like Ali could think of killing the Jedi order to fulfil his need of a strong battle.

A soft chime from his comms device interrupted his thoughts. Picking it up, he saw a message from Lena:

"Everything is prepared. Your transport will leave in an hour."

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