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I’m Writing a Fan Fiction Story About Ronin

I’ve taken a break from writing fan fiction to hone some ideas and one such idea I’ve had in the weeds for a while is a story about Ronin, one of the coolest evolutions of a superhero in the MCU.

When Ronin made his first appearance in the teaser trailer I lost my mind. He was so cool, I was so excited to see this version of Clint Barton, but it was a trick, a ploy that added depth to his story but wasn’t elaborated on in the actual film except for one scene. Ever since I’ve wanted to know more and so, naturally, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

Starting this Friday Ronin’s story will begin. It will bring to light in greater detail the darkness that consumed him during that time in his life and his quest for vengeance. I’m very excited to share this story with you.

I thank you for reading and I hope you have a great day.

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Zorii Bliss: A Day in Kijimi: Chapter Thirteen

What had happened to the day? Like a thick blanket of tension, nighttime had crept upon Kijimi swiftly, leaving Zorii feeling a bit anxious as she climbed out of the valley toward Kijimi City where, to her great surprise, Gibble and a few other Spice Runners were waiting for her.

Their bodies were slumped as if they had been through a war. Gibble’s stance was rigid and when he saw her he raised a hand in clear relief. A course of relief ran through her as well. They had both lost friends today but there was still hope for them after all. Hope that maybe all of this stress of the day would end in a sense of joy.

When she reached them she said, “Let’s find Babu.”

Gibble placed a hand on her shoulder. “We’ve got other things to worry about.”

She stopped. Not again. Not more trouble!

“What trouble?”

“Dameron…he’s back.”

 

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Zorii Bliss: A Day in Kijimi: Chapter Twelve

Zorii Bliss thought she was going to die. As troopers shot at her from behind and TIE Fighters peppered the valley and approached the base with clear intent to attack there was only one thing she could do. She ran forward, blasting the glass window and shattering it with each shot, before jumping right out of the base just as green laser fire filled the room that she had just been in.

She fell ten feet before landing on the craggy snow-covered rocks. She groaned as a flare of pain coursed through her legs but she couldn’t stop. The TIEs were going to end her if they could and she wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction. Continue reading “Zorii Bliss: A Day in Kijimi: Chapter Twelve”

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Zorii Bliss: A Day in Kijimi: Chapter Eleven

Captain Anjor, a blond-haired human, was a stern woman whose goal to rise in the ranks of the First Order wasn’t happening quick enough for her liking. She had been stuck with the task of overseeing the operations on Kijimi; a job that proved a lot more difficult than she expected.

The pesky rebel cell in the city had hounded her every operation, catching the First Order by surprise. There were rumors. Rumors that she would be replaced and sent down even lower in the ranks if she continued to make a bad impression on the First Order. She couldn’t afford that to happen. Continue reading “Zorii Bliss: A Day in Kijimi: Chapter Eleven”

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Zorii Bliss: A Day in Kijimi: Chapter Ten

It wasn’t long before Zorii and her band of spice runners found the secret First Order base hidden in a well-fortified cave on the side of the towering mountain that reached toward the cloudless blue sky.  From their vantage point on a small cliff opposite the base, they were able to see just how difficult finishing this job was going to be.

Two-legged AT-ST Walkers patrolled the plateau in front of the cave, their every step announcing their intimidating presence. But Bliss and her runners had taken down AT-ST’s before. That wasn’t the problem. It was the small army that resided within the secret base located inside of the mountain. Squadrons of troopers were protecting the cowardly First Order captain. For some reason, the thought made Bliss angry. Continue reading “Zorii Bliss: A Day in Kijimi: Chapter Ten”

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Zorii Bliss: A Day in Kijimi: Chapter Nine

The crew was going restless as they waited by Miners’ Gate, making sure to stay out of sight of the First Order patrol that continuously announced their presence as they stomped past in the ankle-deep snow with all of their pompous authority.

“Where is she?” one of the impatient Spice Runners hissed, shifting in his increasingly uncomfortable crouched stance.

Gibble looked back, his disapproval visible even though his face was hidden behind his dark mask.

“She will come. Just be patient.” Continue reading “Zorii Bliss: A Day in Kijimi: Chapter Nine”

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Zorii Bliss: A Day in Kijimi: Chapter Eight

Kijimi City was crawling with paranoid First Order troopers knocking down doors and harassing civilians on the streets after what had transpired earlier in the day. Zorii was keeping out of sight, sticking to the alleys and darting through their heavily patrolled jurisdictions as she made her way to Babu Frik.

She took a glance at the sky and noted the position of the sun peeking through the white cover of clouds overhead. It was nearly midday, from the looks of it. She cursed. Had she been unconscious for that long?

She peeked around a corner, making sure there were no troopers in sight, before running forward and vaulting over the two stairs that led into the alcove where the heavily frequented bar, Spice Runners’ Den, was located. When she entered the dark but vibrant establishment with its green and blue lights casting the space into a nightclub feel she felt, for the first time that day, safe.

The bar was expectedly crammed with individuals, some familiar and some new. There were a few nods in her direction or curious peers from those wondering who she was. An old friend, a dark Zabrak woman with long hair dyed a stark red color named Charn, spotted her from the other side of the bar and exclaimed loudly, “Hey sis!” as she held up a neon blue drink in salute.

Zorii held up her hand as way of greeting before making her way into the back of the bar where Babu’s workshop was located. A shifty-looking fellow with copper skin and tattoos painting his entire neck and parts of his face into a mess of colors and designs was leaving the workshop, a scowl twisting his face into a picture of contempt. He glanced at Zorii with particular disdain before stomping past her. She watched him disappear, her thoughts racing.

What was he so mad about? she thought to herself before entering the workshop. Continue reading “Zorii Bliss: A Day in Kijimi: Chapter Eight”