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Chaos. The Galaxy is wrapped in it, unable to free itself from its dark grip and from this dark fate. It is no surprise. They struggle, unaware that they are going against something that they cannot defeat. It is only natural. They are so focused on protecting Light, they have failed to notice it is blinding them.
I do not recall my origins. From what I gather, I am quite unique. No one I met thus far has been able to identify my species, or any kind of origins. I was raised in space, and for years it was all I knew. I visited many places; I visited Nar Shaddaa, Tatooine, Berrun… none of those places were particularly pleasant. But alongside the crew of the smugglers, I managed to keep out of trouble. I always was a curious one, but I knew my curiosity had to have limits. But life was good, for a time, with ignorance as the greatest unknown treasure to live with. I was not one to sit in the ship doing nothing. I was always on the cockpit, learning how to fly a ship and listening to the histories of the men and women I lived with. Life on board of a smuggler’s ship can be very boring at times, but it is also quite exciting at times too. That is, if you have the guts. I was weak in the past; I’m not ashamed of admitting it. I was frail, defenseless, and afraid. If the ship was stopped for a routine inspection, I’d hide in one of the secret compartments along with the smuggled goods.
But all that changed one day. In one day, a being picked my life with its hands, ripped it into shreds and offered me a change to put up a new chapter. I was at the cockpit, making sure the ship remained hidden while everyone else rest from a tiresome trip. And then, someone talked to me. Not from my sides, not in front or behind me; but from within me. It was a soft voice, and as compelling as poisonous. It asked for help; its ship had been totaled and it required assistance. I was unsure of what to do, but it softly convinced me to aid, and so I took the ship’s controls up to myself and drove the ship off to the given coordinates. Upon arrival, the crew had awakened and demanded explanations from me; I explained, but all of them were uneasy about this. Little did they know how well founded their uneasiness was. Upon boarding the totaled ship, the mechanic and muscle of our crew stopped replying. We took off, but the being had already boarded our ship; it killed everyone on sight, without caring much, really. Despite not seeing them, I could sense them throughout the ship being slaughtered; I always had this sixth sense about me. Once she arrived on the cockpit, she seemed to hesitate about taking my life, and I was offered two destinies: I could either succumb to the massacre like the rest and be left to die, or I could follow her and become more powerful than I’d ever imagine. For a frightful kid like me, the idea of power – power to fend for myself – was something I had always wanted. And so I followed.
Lalita Turner took in a fearful weak seventeen year old boy and transformed me into a twenty year old killing machine. I do not regret it. Had this not happened, I would not have been able to fulfill my destiny. I can feel the Bogan’s calling, this mystical force binding us together in a twisted macabre destiny. The Galaxy awaits me. I can’t let it waiting.
[Talath Callat]
[Talath’s red curved hilt lightsabers]
I do not recall my origins. From what I gather, I am quite unique. No one I met thus far has been able to identify my species, or any kind of origins. I was raised in space, and for years it was all I knew. I visited many places; I visited Nar Shaddaa, Tatooine, Berrun… none of those places were particularly pleasant. But alongside the crew of the smugglers, I managed to keep out of trouble. I always was a curious one, but I knew my curiosity had to have limits. But life was good, for a time, with ignorance as the greatest unknown treasure to live with. I was not one to sit in the ship doing nothing. I was always on the cockpit, learning how to fly a ship and listening to the histories of the men and women I lived with. Life on board of a smuggler’s ship can be very boring at times, but it is also quite exciting at times too. That is, if you have the guts. I was weak in the past; I’m not ashamed of admitting it. I was frail, defenseless, and afraid. If the ship was stopped for a routine inspection, I’d hide in one of the secret compartments along with the smuggled goods.
But all that changed one day. In one day, a being picked my life with its hands, ripped it into shreds and offered me a change to put up a new chapter. I was at the cockpit, making sure the ship remained hidden while everyone else rest from a tiresome trip. And then, someone talked to me. Not from my sides, not in front or behind me; but from within me. It was a soft voice, and as compelling as poisonous. It asked for help; its ship had been totaled and it required assistance. I was unsure of what to do, but it softly convinced me to aid, and so I took the ship’s controls up to myself and drove the ship off to the given coordinates. Upon arrival, the crew had awakened and demanded explanations from me; I explained, but all of them were uneasy about this. Little did they know how well founded their uneasiness was. Upon boarding the totaled ship, the mechanic and muscle of our crew stopped replying. We took off, but the being had already boarded our ship; it killed everyone on sight, without caring much, really. Despite not seeing them, I could sense them throughout the ship being slaughtered; I always had this sixth sense about me. Once she arrived on the cockpit, she seemed to hesitate about taking my life, and I was offered two destinies: I could either succumb to the massacre like the rest and be left to die, or I could follow her and become more powerful than I’d ever imagine. For a frightful kid like me, the idea of power – power to fend for myself – was something I had always wanted. And so I followed.
Lalita Turner took in a fearful weak seventeen year old boy and transformed me into a twenty year old killing machine. I do not regret it. Had this not happened, I would not have been able to fulfill my destiny. I can feel the Bogan’s calling, this mystical force binding us together in a twisted macabre destiny. The Galaxy awaits me. I can’t let it waiting.
[Talath Callat]
[Talath’s red curved hilt lightsabers]
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