Darth Wolverine Scourge of The Galaxy

[Tiger King]

Title:Darth Wolverine Scourge of The Galaxy
Auther: Sakatoma, or Tiger King, or Jesse Pace (Which ever you prefer.)
Rating: PG 13 (graphic Violence)
Category:Starwars
Crossover:X-Men

Chapter I
The Dawn of Darkness

"James, come down for lunch." Said Tashira Howlette, Wolverine or as we knew of him then James. She smiled up the stairs at her one and only child. He brought her so much joy it seemed almost too great to be possible.
"Yes mom." He replied as he started walking down the stairs. When he reached the bottom he walked into the kitchen, and was surprised to see his father, Junaris Howlette, sitting there at the table. "Dad!" He exclaimed as he threw himself into his fathers arms. "You're sure home allot earlier than you usually are. Why is that?" Asked the inquisitive young child.
"Hey there James, dang your getting big." Junaris said as he picked up his little boy and placed him on his lap. "Well, I'm home early because I wanted to spend some more time at him with you and your mother today, so I got someone to fill in for me." It didn't take a genius to know that his father totally made that one up. Just a little child to believe it. Tashira knew he had to be lying, his boss must have sent I’m home to avoid all the persecution, that had been brought about by his marriage to her. Tashira looked over at Junaris, who then nodded affirming her suspicion. She couldn't help but let a single tear fall from her eye. Which luckily went unnoticed by her endearing son.
When she married Junaris people we disgusted by the fact that she, a human, would even consider marrying a Catharr. She feared for his safety, especially because almost everyday he would have to fight his way him. Risking his life by so much as walking outside. Many times he could have been killed.
"Hey James I met a Jedi at work today."
"Dad what's a Jedi?" James says looking up at his fathers face.
"Jedi are the protectors of the peace in the galaxy. They protect people from others that might hurt them, they investigate crimes, they do allot of cool things. Jedi even have many amazing abilities." Junaris said looking back down at his son who’s eyes seemed to glow, as he thought about what his father was telling him.

They ate their lunch then James ventured up to his room once again, to resume playing and looking up things on his holo-computer. Once the door had close behind him, Tashira couldn't hold it in anymore she burst out into tears, then asked. "How long do we need to suffer here? Every day I wonder if you will even be coming home." She said with tear filled eyes as she falls into her husband’s warm embrace.
"Were would we go? We'd be treated the same way anywhere we went." He said as he held her in his arms.
"So did you find out what that mark on his back is?" Tashira asked still sobbing somewhat. There was a pause of silence, then he answered after taking a deep breath, and sighing.
"yes, it is the symbol of Marka Ragnos, a Sith Lord of all things." He said with a look of concern on his face.
Tashira's crying continued to rain down lime the Monsoon season on the planet Manaan. She knew that she was a descendant of Marka Ragnos, but for such a thing to manifest itself on her sweat little boy was too much.
Junaris kissed his wife gently on the forehead, as he held her close. Little did they know that James had inherited his father's keen senses including hypersensitive hearing. He sat down on his bead, with his body curled up, his head resting on his knees. It wall made sense to him now all those time his father had come home with bruises he had been defending himself. James now realized that he was a reject to society. This thought made him cry uncontrollably.

Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door. Junaris opened it only to find a blaster rifle in his face. He wasted no time, but contracted the claws from his fingertips. Then proceeded to slice the rifle in half, and tossed the man back out the door. The other men didn't hesitate one bit, but fired shots into his body till he fell to the floor. Tashira in an effort to save at least herself, and her child grabbed an Echani dueling blade, then tossed it at one of them men. Who easily avoided it then shot her in the chest. Just then James made it to the bottom of the stairs, only to find his parents dying, and the men who had attacked them.
The brutes looked into his tear filled eyes, then said to each other.
"Lets leave this freak he'll starve to death soon enough." Then they walked off.
"James." His father managed to say as he coughed. "You have to go to Coruscant, there you'll need to find the Jedi. They will take care of you, and keep you safe." He said forcing a smile, as he tried to comfort his child.
"It'll be okay James. I... love....." His mother struggled to say as she exhaled her last breath.
"I love you James. Now be careful." His father said as he looked into his boy's eyes, for what would be the last time.
"I will dad, I love you too." As soon as James said this is father slowly exhaled, his body lowered, and his hands went limp.
James knew what he had to do, he packed up everything he would need, taking only the most important things with him, including many of the items that had been passed down in the family for generations. He took one last look at his parents and the house that he had lived in since he was born, then headed of for coruscant.

What will happen to him on his journey throught the core worlds? How will he find the jedi order? Find out in chapter two, The blackening of a Heart.
But you know there is only one way you're gonna get it, thats right you're gonna have to beg. *Evil grin*
Plus I'm not done with chatper two yet.
Ok maybe I wont make you beg but what ever I'm trying here.

[Tiger King]

Chapter II
The Blackening of A Heart
James endured many hardships on his journey through the core worlds. At every corner people were cruel to him. By the minute his life became more, and more, hollow, bitter, and empty. People mocked him left, and right. Each night he would cry himself to sleep. There seemed to be no end in sight, but all he knew was that his only hope was to find the Jedi. Surely they would not be so cruel, or at least this is what he thought.
When he arrived at the Jedi Temple he breathed a sigh of relief, he had finally made it. James walked into the temple, and was met there by a patron, who asked why he was here. He replied. “My parents were killed, I have nowhere to go, before my Dad died he told me that I should come here, that I’d be safe here.”
“Well, I must admit you are definitely very odd for a half bread, half Human, and half Catharr, not a very common one. The most help I can offer you is to get an investigation underway, maybe no even that these are hard times for us all right now. As well the Jedi Temple is a place only Jedi are allowed to live. So you will need to find somewhere else to stay. But let me see if I can arrange for some help.” The old woman said as she walked over to a tall, slender, and sturdy looking man. His name was Antharis Temur, a Jedi Master. His face was clean shaven, and emotionless. This man was also a member of the High Jedi Council. After the patron conversed with him for some time, Antharis walked over to were James was standing, obviously hesitating even the slightest force sensitive could tell that James, had an enormous power about him, but it was growing darker by the minute.
“Greetings, I am Antharis Temur, I am a member of the High Jedi Council on Coruscant. I understand that you have no place to stay, but unfortunately I cannot help you with that.” Or so he claimed James may have been young, but he didn’t know how he knew it, but James knew Antharis was lying. Still he let the Jedi Master continue. “Also I am afraid that we have more important matters at hand this war is requiring our full attention, I’m sorry but we cannot start an investigation. We help those we can, but we can’t help everyone.”
“Do you mean you can’t help me, or wont help?” Those words were like knives being thrown right into the heart of this so called protector of the peace. James was looking Antharis directly in the eyes. His eyes could cut through anyone like a vibrosword. The pain he felt was getting worse, even the ones his father wasted his last breath on, weren’t willing to help, maybe not because of his species but they could sense the mark on his back, a manifestation of his birthright. “I can see through that emotionless look on your face, you Jedi are the worst of all, I came here seeking refuge from those who killed my parents, and you make my father’s dying words useless. There is nothing worse you could do to a Catharrian Battle Master’s last words than to prove them wrong. I can see now that coming here was a mistake, but know this I will return to get my revenge, that I promise you.” Any non force sensitive would have just shrugged that off but Antharis could feel the rage boiling in James’ blood, it left a dark aura that choked out everything else.


He soon reached the age when he could be a pilot, then after attaining a galactic piloting license, he bought a new starship called a Skipray Blastboat, a sleek ship with several weapons.
He felt a tug in his mind that he should go to the unknown regions of space. That there he would find refuge. This would lead him down a path that few were ever truly able to fully embrace, the path of the dark side. During the time he spent on this planet he had frequent encounters with a very important predecessor. An ancient Sith Lord Marka Ragnos, an appallingly powerful Sith Lord, he could do many techniques that were considered next to impossible with the ease of a child moving a finger. During this time he learned many things from him.
Chapter 2 to be continued.