Long ago there was a jedi named mysti who thought he was the falcon above all others. He thought of himself as a guardian to those of UScari of the planet typh. He thought for sure he was a sith slayer always chasing primordial siths around. He lightsaber was made out of melting wax that had a silent one attachment making it being hated by other schools of Jedi. Even Jedi Jawfin who had joltz from his sleep making his way through the GlenHal carrying his deathscth that he was going to use on mysti for causing the light from the lightsaber distrub his sleep.
Mysti felt like a iceman when Jawfin took a swing at him yelling Shinobi and going all sakito on poor mysti.
Mysti thought real fast and with a quick call he got in touch with flint who told him the art of the Samuria through an ancient cult he found on the planet Modus.
Ok before I bore too many people I'll stop here
To be continued perhaps.
Mysti felt like a iceman when Jawfin took a swing at him yelling Shinobi and going all sakito on poor mysti.
Mysti thought real fast and with a quick call he got in touch with flint who told him the art of the Samuria through an ancient cult he found on the planet Modus.
Ok before I bore too many people I'll stop here
To be continued perhaps.
