A Zabrak's Exile

[Eccles]

Iridonia - 10 years ago​

Iridonia was a brutal and unforgiving planet full of dangers. The near-human Zabrak people that were native to it shared her traits to great extent. They were brutal in inter-clan conflict and their never failing sense of pride made them unforgiving to those that did not adhere to them. Chief among them was the clan where thirty-two years ago a boy named Sarok was born. The boy was exceptional and he was nurtured in the Zabrak tradition.

Today Sarok was supposed to go hunting for a predator, a fact creature with sharp teeth that had been scaring the cattle away. He was alone among, searching for the creature in the barren rocky landscape. @Darth Magnarus

 

[Darth Magnarus]

Sarok scanned the landscape carefully looking for any sign of this wretched beast. As he made his way across the land he grew weary of this damned hunt, he had never wanted to be out this long but orders were orders.
About an hour later the sun was setting and Sarok was ready to head back for the day and leave the hunting for tommorow after all he didn't want any thing happening to him out here in his own. Suddenly he saw them, the footprints that went on for another mile or so were right in front of him. The thought of bringing back the kill enticed him and he let his imagination get away from him, so he set off following the footprints glancing from left to right always watching his back and never taking a rest.
Without even a second to react the beast jumped on him. He was so knocked off he didn't have time to grab his spear. He knew this was the end he stretched out his arm and waited for the deafening blow that would soon send him into a long sleep. As he waited nothing happened, he glanced at the beast that was meant to have silenced him seconds ago was helplessly on the ground incapacitated about 4 meters away from him. He did not no what had happened but his fellow friend Crurock had been standing there for the last minute or so, he had been sent by the village to find me and report on my condition. Whatever he had saw had sent him running shouting "STAY AWAY FROM ME!" I knew from that moment that I had done something that is not tolerated by my fellow Zabrak. I knew I must leave but before I moved another inch I had to find out what I had done. He did exactly what he did as that beast was ready to kill him. He felt angry and confused. Then suddenly a rock just at his feet flew across the ground. Sarok GASPED! He now knew what had sent Crurock into such a sprint. He said to himself "I am force sensitive!" He set off eastward searching for some answers to how and why he was like this. He never returned to his village because he knew he would be killed on sight.

 

[Eccles]

Crurock was one of the fastest runners in his tribe and yet he was completely worn out when he reached their home. What he had seen his friend do made him afraid beyong measure. All the frightening bedtime stories he had grown up with centered around the murderous Sith that could move objects without ever touching them. Now Sarok had done the same. He was an abomonation, something to be hunted down, no longer was he Crurock's friend. Sarok was Sith. He collapsed in front of the tribal leader's tent muttering the events of how he had seen them, "Sarok, killed, with the Force"

The tribal leader wasted no time and summoned all available warriors, including Sarok's father, and they armed themselves with spears and swords, ready to hunt down one of their own. Sarok was cast out of his tribe before he could tell his side of the story, before he had a chance to reason with the clan elders. It was the way of his clan, however, a clan that despite their pride was ruled by fear. They had suffered a great deal at the hands of the Sith and they never wanted to do so again.

Six skilled hunters went looking for Sarok, following his tracks eastwards and would find him quickly. The desert, Sarok would soon find, held little answers to the mystery of the Force, for it was merely sand and stone underneath a blistering heat.

 

[Darth Magnarus]

With the fur of the beast he had slain less than a day ago he set out eastward looking for the newest settlement. He knew by now Crurock would have all ready got back to the village and informed the elders so he started sprinting even though he was sapped of energy. Thoughts of what he did still resided in his mind and he asked himself questions like... "Why me" "How" and "When did this happen"
He knew that his village would already be hunting him even his own father would be if he would even do that to his own son. Sarok collapsed on the ground, that's when he saw him, the person approached him and told him to "keep going"
Without any other motive except his ambition to find out more about his powers he set off again

 

[Eccles]

Sarok followed the voice further east over incredibly narrow passageways through the mountains until he stumbled into an abandoned village. It was compromised of small huts roughly hewn from rock and broken pottery and torn-apart pieces of tent lay scattered across the sand. It was well known to be a ghost village that had once been the home of a clan that had been wiped out by the Sith, laying the basis for the immense fear in this part of the planet. An eery presence could be felt, something that seemed both familiar and threatening to Sarok, whose legs could hardly move from exhaustion.

Suddenly a voice called out from behind. About three hundred meters back the narrow passageway stood his father "Sarok! Tell me it isn't true!" he shouted as he, and five others from Sarok's tribe, came closer at a trot. He was armed, they all were, with spears and knives. They were the clan's best hunters and fiercest warriors, a testament to the strength of the Zabrak people, but Sarok could sense their true intentions. The Force told him that they meant to harm him, nay, he sensed murderous intent in everyone. Even his father. Sarok had no choice but to defend himself. If he didn't, they'd kill him.

 

[Darth Magnarus]

Sarok was ready for this attack, he would use his new found power to his advantage he thought to himself "I might just survive this". He got into combat stance pulled out his spear and try to focus all his anger into his combat. He had been quite the fighting prodigy back at his village he even killed a Zabrak and now he thinks about it he did feel a sense of anger and lust for more but had just shook it off.
As the hunter approached him he sweeper one of them off his feet and was ready to strike his chest

 

[Eccles]

Sarok was succesful and one of the hunters lost his footing and fell on his back. Unfortunately he had no time to deliver a killing blow as the oth five hunters stormed at him at once. One threw his spear and grazed Sarok's arm, while three jumped passed and surrounded him from all sides. Slowly, Sarok's father helped his fallen clansman up and his eyes looked at his son with a mixture of regret an disgust. "My son," he muttered, dropping his spear to the ground and approaching Sarok. "Come home with us." he continued, but for all his pretense he had murderous intent. Sarok felt it, sensed how his father was planning to unseath a knife and impale his only son upon it.

 

[Darth Magnarus]

Sarok knew he had no choice. He force pushed his father sending him flying across the barren land and landing with a thud he heard a crack. Sarok thought he would have felt guilty and disgusted but instead he felt POWERFUL!! He loved this sensation it made him powerful., the others were looking at him with disgust, how could he kill his own father they thought. Sarok did not care and went after the next hunter with absolute rage striking him in the kidney sending him crumpling down.

 

[Eccles]

Just as Sarok turned to strike the next hunter, he felt a sharp pain go through his lower leg. One of the hunters had pierced his spear through it in an attempt to incapacitate the young Force prodigy. With the father dead, the remaining five Zabraki charged to not only end the fight, but also to end Sarok's young life with a quick death.

It was better to lose one young clanmember, than to invite the Sith back into their lives.

 

[Sarok Magnarus]

Sarok felt a sharp pain it was so intense. He glanced round frantically seeing all of the hunters circling him, the spear that had pierced his flesh had him paralysed let him Chanel all his anger for his village and how in an instance were ready to kill him in seconds. It made him powerful, it made him confident and it made him UNKILLABLE! He jumped, as if he the spear wasn't ever there he gracefully but powerfully chopped one of the hunters in half sending his lower body flying into a bloody mess. Sarok was ready to attack again.