Star Wars: The Untold Stories

Saying that Sar's recent advancements in regards to the Force saved him would not be an understatement.

As soon as Sar realized he could do nothing to stop the impending explosion he gathered strained his Force abilities to the fullest to surround him in a sort of shield.

He was just in time as shortly after he was hit by the kinetic wave and shrapnel from the weapon before he was flung back. While he avoided lethal injury he could not save his right arm from fracturing and his ribs from creaking as he was flung backward into the large glass window behind him.

He quickly utilized the Force to mend his fractured arm and bruised ribs. Sar had no talent for using the healing arts that some Jedi were taught but he was at least able to make the pain tolerable so that he would be able to wield his lightsaber.

His short respite was shortlived however as an armored boot slammed into his sternum fully breaking the glass behind him and sending him out into the stormy weather of Kamino.

But Sar minimized the damage by using the Force to let him do a backflip midair, making him land on his feet, though he did slide a small distance do to the slippery landing platform.

Grabbing his lightsaber and turning it up Sar once again focused on the now fully equipped bounty hunter.

Fett soon emerged from the shattered window using his jetpack to hover over the platform giving him the hight advantage before pulling out two small blasters and beginning a barrage of laser bolts.

Sar quickly slipped into the third form going on the defensive though his reactions were a bit slower due to his injured arm. He was narrowly avoiding getting blasted as he deflected the bolts coming at him.

Sar knew that he would not be able to keep this up and Fett did not seem like he would run out of bolts anytime soon.

A thing that Sar had learned about combat as a Jedi was that it was not all about how good you were at the various forms but how well you utilized them. You could be a master at the second form only to be shot by a blaster if you did not know when to use the third.

And Sar was about to prove this fact.

Shifting from the third form into the fourth Sar nimbly dodged the bolts coming at him from above. Using the acrobatic and mobile fourth form to close the distance between him and his opponent, while using the defensive third form to repel his attacker's bolts.

Seeing that Sar was closing in on him. Jango leaned his body to the left to try and flank his attacker and regain the advantage.

This however briefly exposed the right side of his jetpack. A chance that Sar immediately capitalized on.

Sar had practiced this move but was not totally sure that he would be able to pull it off but right now he saw no other alternative. So, he threw his lightsaber sending it spinning through the air vaporizing the raindrops in its path as it headed for its target.

It was a very difficult task to use the Force on the spinning lightsaber while simultaneously moving his body but Sar's efforts paid off. The lightsaber cut through the exposed side of the jetpack rendering its right thruster destroyed.

Using the Force to quickly pull it back into his hand Sar watched as Jango Fett was sent hurling to the left due to the loss of his thruster.

But Jango did not earn his name as a skilled bounty hunter by being fl.u.s.tered. So in a fluid motion, he detached the rouge jetpack from his back sending the device hurling to the left before it tilted down towards the dark waters below disappearing into the crashing waves.

He braced for the impact by reducing it by going into a combat roll when he hit the platform and in one smooth motion entering a crouching position before once again firing at Sar with his dual blasters.

Sar had to admit that he was impressed but with the loss of Jango's height advantage, he had no problem deflecting the bolts while calmy heading towards his target who had exited his crouched position.

As Sar closed in on him he could sense Jango's nervousness, but it was not the kind you would feel in the face of almost impossible odds, but the kind where you were waiting for something you weren't sure was going to make it in time.

Sar was on full alert wondering what ace in the hole the bounty hunter had prepared. Sar did not have to wait long as he saw a large mask formed ship emerging from the side of the main building before hovering at the edge of the platform its powerful thrusters almost scarily quiet.

Sar managed to glimpse the image of the clone child that had opened the door for him and his guide before he sensed the impending danger and quickly used backflipped away from his position.

It was just in time as well as the two powerful laser cannons located on either side of the strange ship melted the spot where he previously stood, metal and wire getting completely destroyed.

Sar did not get a chance to get his bearings as he noticed the ship once again turning to face him. While he was dodging the laser fire from the ship he noticed Jango sprinting towards it.

It was only Sar's vigorous Jedi training that kept him from flinging curses left and right, and just barely. Nothing on this mission had gone right and he was just about to let a dangerous bounty hunter escape.

Sar was tempted to just throw a tracker on their ship and follow them but he wasn't sure they didn't have some sort of jammer or another such thing on their ship.

So, he did something incredibly risky. He dodged another of the ship's attacks and while it was turning to once again blast him he stretched out both of his arms using the Force to slowly bend the barrels of the two laser cannons upward.

Normally the strain wouldn't have been too great but Sar was using the Force to heal his injured body and had used it greatly in his fight against Jango so when he finally managed to bend the laser cannons he was left on one knee panting.

Lifting his weary head he saw the boy in the c.o.c.kpit panic slightly at the loss of his weapons, before he turned to his target that had almost reached the ship.

Even though Sar was feeling weary he still reached out with his right hand feeling the Force grip around the fleeing bounty hunter's left foot before he jerked his hand back literally pulling Jango's leg out under him.

The bounty hunter wasn't prepared for the sudden loss of balance and landed on his stomach sending water spraying into the air.

Seeing that he had stopped his targets momentum Sar used his left hand to grab a better hold of the Jango before also jerking that hand back dragging the bounty hunter towards him and away from his ship.

Jango rolled onto his back getting onto a knee and putting two fingers on the side of his helmet as if he was trying to communicate something.

Sar cared little for what he was saying but he could sense anger and sadness coming from him as he closed the distance.

Whatever the bounty hunter was saying was cut short as Sar sent a Force covered kick into the right side of his helmet snapping his head to the left and sending the helmet rolling across the wet platform.

Sar once again came face to face with the dark-haired Jango Fett who spat out a bit of blood, before he stood up still a bit dazed from the kick he had received. He had holstered his blasters when he was attempting to escape and before he had a chance to pull them out he had the tip of a lightsaber pointed towards his c.h.e.s.t.

"It's over Fett, you're under arrest," Sar let out a hoarse cough before finishing his sentence. "For the attempted assassination of Senator Padme Amidala."

Jango just stared silently at Sar. Sar suddenly sensed extreme sadness from the man as he muttered something along the lines of 'I'm sorry son'. He then extended his right arm his hand in a fist pointing downward giving a clear line of sight for the device attached to his gauntlet which sent out a thin metal needle.

Sar was to close and too tired to stop it with the Force, so he spun out of the way and as he finished his spin he swung his lightsaber slicing clean through the neck of Fett who's head flew through the air before hitting the platform and rolling over the edge into the waters below.

Jango's corpse stood for a few seconds before it crumbled, torso first, to the floor.

Sar turned to the ship where he saw the young clone desperately banging on the window in the c.o.c.kpit as tears streamed from his eyes down his cheeks. It would seem that it had been the boy that Jango had contacted in his last moments because after sending a glare filled with the deepest hate Sar had ever experienced, he typed something into the terminal causing the ship to turn, so its back was now facing Sar before it rapidly flew away from the platform before finally leaving the planet's space.

Sar listlessly watched the ship disappear before he almost mechanically turned towards the helmet that laid on its side. He slowly walked towards the helmet even as he released the mending powers of the Force sending a wave of pain through his body as he slowly walked towards the Mandalorian helmet.

He felt a wave of nausea hit him as he neared the helmet. Sar had killed before and he had never felt bad about it, as they had always been slavers or the worst the galaxy had to offer. He had never witnessed the consequences of taking a life entailed, until today that was.

He knew, no matter how he tried to comfort himself with the fact that the boy was a clone, that he had made an innocent boy an orphan.

He finally arrived in front of the helmet. He stared at it, watching as the raindrops ran down the metal surface of the helmet and running across the glass outlook that gave it that distinct look. Sar leaned down and grabbed it between both of his hands turning it so it faced him.

"Hehe," A hoarse chuckle came from Sar as he stared down at the cold helmet. "HAHAHAHAHA"

It soon transformed into a full-blown laugh as tears began rolling down his cheeks.

It was not a laugh of happiness and neither was it of insanity it was merely the effect of so many repressed emotions bubbling to the surface in the form of a hoarse laugh and salty tears.

The Jedi Knight continued laughing as he watched his tears fall onto the object in his hands.

A reminder of the innocent life he had ruined, and the father he had slain.