Xullnar Vyllshyn - Redemption.

By, T. Patrick Rooney.

Another Star Wars Galaxies Fan Fiction Story, again just posting this up here for fun, not for profit if you like Jedi
and lightsabers check it out.

Xullnar Vyl’shyn was born in Mos Entha sixteen years before the battle of Yavin4. His parents moved to Mos Eise-
ley when he was 12 years old and were murdered by unknown assailants a few years later. Being a pistoleer and a
doctor were the only things Xullnar ever seemed passionate about. He loved helping people by healing them and
removing strange poisons he felt that it was his true calling. His love of guns comes from his father a former enforc-
er for jabba the hutt, he learned blaster techniques while most other kids were learning to play stickball. He came in
from target practice one night and saw his mother on the roof of the building they lived in, waving around a huge
sword. After sitting watching her he began to understand that the strange dance she was performing with the sword
was a liquid series of attacks all flowing one to the next with ease. After their murder a few months later Xullnar set
off on a journey of vengance with her sword and his fathers blaster at his side. He studied medicine under the best
doctors in the hospital in Mos Eiseley and even journeyed to far away Theed for further instruction from the royal
physicians.
upon returning he found a girl fighting in the streets and he helped her defeat the street toughs who were trying to
rob her. little did he know they were lady vallerian’s men. the girl was named Felynryl and Xullnar liked her right
away. They journeyed much together and fought and traveled and found common goals in helping the rebellion
against the wicked empire. Then one day and old man approached Xullnar and asked him if he had ever considered
that the reason he was drawn to healing others and was so very good at it was because he was force sensitive and
was unknowingly using the force to augment his medical knowledge. The old man spoke to Felynryl as well but
would not answer any questions.
The strange old man would not elaborate on this but instead gave Xullnar a beacon location on the far-eastern side
of the wild and unexplored planet of Dathomir, home of the dreaded Nightsisters. Huge spiders, rampant Shear-
Mites and strange gigantic Rancors stood in the way of this beacon from a quiet landing at the science outpost.
Fighting and struggling for their way for over twelve thousand kilometers into the darkness and jungle, thru the for-
ests and mountains and beyond the rugged hills into the eastern flatness of Dathomir towards the beacon, towards
destiny. As they moved forward a strange mist arose and blinded them to anything before them. Moving forward
revealed to them a village surrounded by a veritable wall of mist.
The village was a secret enclave of force sensitive healers and teachers, hidden far from the eyes of the empire and
protected by an wall of mist made out of the force in some way. But a man styling himself as a lord of the Sith, was
on a rampage against the inhabitants of this village. Malachae was insane and had been drawn down into the dark
side of the force. Eventually, after many minor encounters, Xullnar and Felynryl had to fight him.
Both Xullnar and Felynryl fell to the dark side after taking Malachae’s head during this battle. For over two years
Xullnar and Felynryl struggled and finally one month ago both have been redeemed to the light side of the force and
have rejoined the rebellion.

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Xullnar Vyl’shyn 2

Standing alone on the Avatar Platform’s landing bay near the entrance, Xullnar’s lightsaber collapses and he
drops to his knees, as the last assailant falls before him, his eyes downcast and energy spent. The bodies of the sta-
tion’s guards litter the ground around him and his dark black robes are stained with blood and fluids. The fighting
has been continuous for over an hour now and somewhere in the distance through the hallways he can hear Felynryl
fighting still. Knowing he must go help her, he leaps to his feet and sets off to find his love. The redemption was
difficult and even now weeks later Xullnar still feels as if he is not as powerful as before, as if perhaps something is
missing. Fighting the good fight takes alot more out of a person then giving way to rage. Coming back to the light
side after being consumed by the dark side for so long is never easy. But it was a simple thing that brought him
back something unexpected and something unique.
About a month ago he had been retro-fitting a new duel laser cannon to his Jedi Starfighter, a gift from Lord
Vader himself, when a strange feeling came over him. All the sounds of the busy spaceport around him faded away,
his vision tunneled and his hand trembled. A flaring light of the force encompassed him, in that light a voice spoke
to him.
“Xullnar, young one you must go to my old house on Tattoine there is something there you must have,
something I must leave to you.”
A beacon of the force more powerful than anything he has ever felt before draws at him. Leaving Mos Entha
on his swoop Xullnar is pulled along by the amazing and awe inspiring pulse of the force beckoning him and driv-
ing him to ever greater reckless speeds.
In his path arose a huge Krayt dragon, unleashing its rancid breath knocking him from the swoop and send-
ing it careening into a rock nearby. Xullnar rolls to his feet the twin blades of his double-lightsaber cracking open
as the teal blades alight with power. The beast is ancient his gaze is terrible to behold, and its power is amazing.
The dragon seems different from the normal small ones encountered here on this harsh desert world. The tips of his
lightsbaber a blur of motion Xullnar wastes no time wading into battle. Giving way to rage, he leaps over a quick
swipe of the dragon’s 3 meter long claws of its left paw. In mid-air he spins around hitting the massive monster in
the wrist with his saber. The blade bites deep into the armoured flesh as if it were silk, and with a massive roar the
dragon reacts. A quick snap of his teeth and Xullnar is trapped in the dragons mouth. His rage diminishes and a
calm comes over him, suddenly he knows why as he hears a snap as another lightsaber alights nearby, its Felynryl,
she is here to help. Spinning his saber down he cuts through the creatures tongue and it spits him out onto the sand
and rocks. Felynryl is on the dragon’s back hacking away at his neck plates and laughing.
Rolling under the dragon Xullnar stabs upward and then runs for the beast’s tail cutting it open like a bantha
being butchered. The Dragon roars again in a rage and agony, and then falls, it’s head half severed and its blood
bursting in a fountain from its neck. Felynryl walks out of the ruined corpse and approaches Xullnar, both covered
in blood and worse. Together they turn as one towards the southwest, towards to the pulse of power they can both
feel.

~~

Approaching the source of the emanations, they discover that it is indeed a house, long abandoned up on its
hill. Now its surrounded by a hunting party of Tuskan raiders. Normally Tuskan Raiders will scatter at the ap-
proach of something or someone unknown, but these were itching for a fight. Felynryl vaulted up off her swoop
flipped over in mid-air with her, red single handed lightsaber snapping on in one smooth motion. Feeling the rage
and hatred seething from her force aura, Xullnar unleashes his anger at these upstart fools who would stand in his
way. A trail of severed limbs, blood and entrails lead the way up to the house. and two pairs of bloody footprints
approach the doorway. The house itself is not the source of the powerful emanation it is in fact a tent erected on
the porch of the house, within the porch’s crumbling containment wall. Within the tent they find a large wardrobe
and chest both made off rugged durasteel. Inside the wardrobe Xullnar finds a black robe of the elder jedi, while
felynryl pulls a twin matrix crystal of deepest blue from the chest. Unable to help himself Xullnar reaches out and
touches the crystal she is holding. A flash of power booms as a charge of pent up force releases into the air hurtling
them both backwards out of the tent and into the retaining wall. From within the blinding burst of the force a voice
is heard.
“This crystal I found on Mustafar, the planet where I lost my apprentice, a lava flow shifted and this crystal
was revealed once the bed cooled enough I picked it up and have kept it unto this day. You have both proven that
together with your hearts aligned you can accomplish anything. So to you I give this crystal split now one for each
of you. It is my legacy to you both, that you should have it and understand that the force is more then anger it is
more then love, the force is more then life itself. The force is the reason we are, and from now on it shall be enough
find your way through the trials ahead of you and come out the other side fullfilled.”

The sudden change overcoming Xullnar and Felynryl was profound. They looked at each other, then looked
at the perfect crystals in their hands each alike and each the deepest blue, then at each other again. The facets glis-
tened in the dying sunlight, a cold beauty like the glaciers of Hoth. Felynryl withdraws a cream and brown Elder
Jedi Masters robe from the wardrobe and together hand in hand they walk down the hill. Redeemed and finally
ready to face the galaxy and former friends again.

~~

The red glow of the lava offset the planes and angles on Xullnar’s face, as he looked down at the robotic
corpse at his feet. Felynryl as always stood silently at his side, both out of breath and gazing in wonder at the
sinister droid whose plot they had just thwarted and who’s droid army they had just slain. How could something
made of circuits be filled with such hatred and how could something so strange have happened. Redeemed now
completely, they hadn’t destroyed this threat on their own. Ralras, a wookie jedi and Brutius a medic had accom-
panied them, along with a mysterious armored figured called Alur’a who’s face they had yet to see, a young acolyte
jedi named Tohomo and a lady known only as Kal. Together they had uncovered a plot to destroy Mustafar itself
and perhaps more. HK-47 would no longer threaten the galaxy at large, he was no more, but so many questions
remained. The stunned silence wore on as pockets of super heated air pushed their way to the surface of the neaby
pool of lava causing vast booming explosive fountains of death just meters away. Finally Ralras and Brutius turned
away and walked slowly back towards the nearby skiff, the others followed, and finally Felynryl nudges Xullnar out
of his blank stare and together they turn and walk away from the still smoking ruins of the once powerful and mur-
derous assassin droid. As they float away over the lava heading back for the mining complex, a dim light shimmers
in the metal casing housing the eye of the droid.