Bacilla Kane

[Garuga]

Bacilla Kane

Name: Bacilla Kane
Species: Human
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Height: 5ft 8
Weight: 125 pounds
Hair colour: Black
Skin colour: Pale white
Eye colour: Hazel
Force Sensitive: Yes
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Master

Personality​

Unless my assignment involves doing so, don’t expect to receive many flattering remarks from me. The same with gifts, unless you know, you pay me. But that’d ruin the entire concept of gifts wouldn’t it? Not to say that I’m a heartless bitch, but people who cannot make their minds up irritate me to no end. Sure, being patient and careful is one thing, but there is a point where that too turns into indecisiveness of moronic scale. Yeah, I’ll most likely dislike you for making bad decisions too, so you better not be the type to crumble under pressure.

If you have all four limbs and healthy, you can work, don’t beg for sympathies or favours. Likewise, if you have been hurt on the inside, then that too has to be allowed to pass. After all, you can only have fun after you stand up, otherwise what else, are you going to lie there in the gutter for the rest of your life? Fun, yes, I have plenty of fun. Fun which doesn’t consist of gambling or staring at myself in the mirror. Don’t get me wrong, but there’s only so many times one can look at themselves before becoming bored, no matter how nice the returning smile is.

If I don’t need help, I don’t ask for it. But I do admit that at times even when I do require it, opening my mouth isn’t exactly the easiest of tasks.

History​

Others might have had some harsh childhood lives, well I certainly wasn’t one of them. If there ever was a family you’d call elite, my one would have been dead accurate with that label. My parents weren’t corporate people, though they certainly did play into that at times. They weren’t officials of the Alliance either, possibly as far away from that as possible in fact. Proud members of the Empire, and they were certainly more capable than any Alliance official I would give half a damn for. Does this make me a traitor? Hardly. Parents are God in their children’s’ eyes, and to this day I will continue to say that I was as proud of them as anyone ever will be. I was an only child, as two would simply have been too much of a burden for my parent’s busy lives. Not that I am complaining, it gave me their undisturbed attention.

Remember when I said Elite? Does that word bring a sense of disgust within you? Does it make you mutter a few scrambled words of dissidence at the concept of a cadre who have more, will achieve more, and will govern your own petty lives? As easy as it would be to adopt a stance of ‘equality’ towards everyone, Elites are very much the real backbone of a community. Yes, that means that it’s not your nice and clueless middleclass families, and certainly not your lumbering bottom class either. Numbers mean nothing, and those that truly think that the will of the people can overcome any Government… naïve. Power is held in the hands of the Elite, and those that don’t know how to utilise it properly do not deserve to hold onto it. In that regard, the Empire is much better at removing incompetence from it’s ranks. Repeatedly fail, and you’ll quite simply be removed.

Born into a privileged family, we had privileged rights. Unlike many however, we deserved it. My parents did their jobs well, whether the Alliance approves of it is out of the point. And me, even as a child I had never failed their expectations, certainly meeting what their idea of a child graced in such a household would be like. I did not cry and throw tantrums incessantly, but still had enough of the natural unexpected tendencies of children to be entertaining and pose a challenge for my parents. A little older, I was what adults would call cute, but intelligent and focused, as opposed to being a droopy-eyed blob of flesh that would still complain if a lolly escaped their grasp. And after that, the Academy. Oh ho ho, at risk of dropping your already possibly negative views about me to new lows, I’ll tell you my experiences at the Academy indeed.

My class was capable, I’ll give you that, given the Academy’s tight selection processes. My peers more often that not shared similar backgrounds with me, all treasured children of Elite Imperials. But none of them were like me, and that was something I established as soon as I could. Oh, in terms of academic prowess or physical capabilities we were all fairly equal. Our class as a cohort generally scored much higher than any other establishment in Imperial space, so tests could hardly truly measure our differences. No, what set us apart were our ambitions and independent drives. We all had demanding parents certainly, that comes with being a part of this most worthy club. But while my peers worked to achieve to their parent’s goals or for their personal hopes, what I looked to achieve was that none of them would become more successful than me. It wasn’t an easy chore, achieving dominance above all others. When working on a task, I made sure to complete those parts that would garner me the most attention or recognition. When asking a question, I sure as hell made sure to ask one that would challenge the tutors directly, instead of something that I could work out after pursuing databases.
Not to say that I put less of an emphasis on my own abilities, and sure enough, my results were still in the upper echelon of my class. However, the point with competing against such a capable group is not to achieve above them in direct comparisons, as what sets us apart in that aspect is far too small. It’s what others perceive about you, and what you do in your interactions with others that will take you over the edge.

It seemed like that would take me through life, competing with others around my level, advancing through the systems of the Empire. Until our graduation from the Academy that was, and ‘graduate’ I certainly did. Instead of the ceremony being performed at the Academy itself, it had been decided that it would take place aboard a battle-cruiser conducting a tour of the Eastern frontier. I recall it was done to further motivate us to work even harder once our lives as students were over, and to see the proud men and women working within the Imperial system in blood and flesh. And indeed, blood and flesh was what we would soon see. All our parents had been invited to this event of grandeur, all proud of what their children had accomplished thus far, and the ceremony was wreathed in optimism and bright futures ahead. It was when the final badges of honours were being presented, and the final special recognition rewards that were being given out that everything quite simply changed.

The principal had just read out my name, and off to the podium I went, the speech I had prepared in response to being named the most outstanding prospect of the sector is still ever fresh in my mind, and I honestly doubt it’ll ever fade. Unfortunately, I had not managed to say a single word before the first of the torpedoes struck. The golden fire ripped it’s way through the bridge of the ship with ease. A spectacular display, as assault ships of the Galactic Alliance manoeuvred their way through the cruiser’s defences, blasting away at the surprised barge with little regard. Having been the only person on stage, I immediately took shelter behind the podium, it’s frame and structure having been forged with such quality that it was the only thing that kept me from my initial death. I tried looking for parents’ faces amidst all those that I had defeated in class, and likewise my fellow graduates all did the same, searching for their own parents. But it was only me who saw them all die, all incinerated. Having decided that the first bombardment was not enough for a boarding party yet, more torpedoes were launched towards the main bridge where we formerly stood, now crawling.

A huge eruption once again, and I could see the golden energies of the discharges wreak havoc onto everything there. My parents, I had finally found them, and likewise so did they. Our eyes met, and what I could see was not their fear for themselves, but a certain sense of relief or joy in the discovery of the fact that their daughter was still alive. Their wonderful daughter indeed, who could only watch as her parent’s faces glowed an immense plasmatic gold before shattering into innumerable shards. The explosion sent me reeling backwards, but my distance away from them had been enough. I lost consciousness at the same time as the boarding pods were launched.

By the time I came to, I was lying in a hospital wing of a ship. Not the familiar structure and setting of an Imperial ship, but the rather less civilised and polished styled Alliance ship. What’s more, I was not alone. Trying to sit up urgently, I was ushered to lie down again, though I knew clearly that there was not much if any physical harm dealt to my own self. Complying with the ‘advice’, I took a better look at the other person in the room. A freaking Jedi.
This was too great, not only was I alive and ‘recovering’ on the ship that tore down all that I knew around me, I also get to lie down on the bed and watch and listen as one of those Zealots tried to explain everything. It was the typical sort of words they’d give to victims of tragedies. Oh yes, sure I believe the Alliance did not know of the ceremony taking place, despite the assault ships having being specially equipped to deal with the battle-cruiser which had conveniently only rescheduled it’s charter to match the graduation ceremony. Blah blah, the Jedi and the Galactic Alliance would never directly assault ‘children’ blah blah.

I wonder why he was bothering with any of this, or whether he truly thought that teenagers were not every bit the Imperials their parents were? I knew first hand that my peers and I would not only continue with the assault of an Alliance ship carrying academy graduates as well as their high ranking parents, we would more likely directly target such ships to eliminate. At this point, I was not in the best of moods, but with my predicament I knew to act diplomatically and to listen to the rest of the bullshit the Jedi was telling me. Something about captives and the laws related to that, and how my age prevents the common procedures from taking place. Just when I was cursing him in my mind for having taken my ID while I was out cold, I was told the first piece of information that made me genuinely interested. I was asked whether I knew what it was that allowed the Jedi to perform their stunning acts. At this point I was seriously wondering whether this guy was retarded or not, did he think that this was thousands of years back, when no one knew about the complexities of the force? Jeez, I scored one mark off perfect for that test.

Starting to roll my eyes, I was finally told something that I had indeed not learned before in my studies. I was a force sensitive. I was hardly overjoyed, but this piece of new information was indeed intriguing. Did this explain my abilities? Nope, it was hard work and natural talent. But the force… It could certainly bring me to new levels, achieving beyond what I thought was previously the limit of myself. Seeing as I was still a member of the Empire, there were regulations as to whether I would be allowed to simply stroll back to my home. Not that I would want it anyway, being the sole member of a battle-cruiser to return from a perfect Alliance ambush would hardly put me in a positive light. At this point, I knew what the Jedi was getting at, but having discovered my new goal I put aside all fatigue or concerns and distraught. And finally, the conversation moved to what it was all leading up to. Whether I’d be willing to go with him to join the Jedi, my unique background of having been an Imperial Academy graduate would certainly give the Order more information. And of course, they always needed more force sensitive recruits.

Putting on an act of indecisiveness, I ‘finally’ agreed with his suggestion. He certainly looked pleased, and promptly announced that we will be leaving the day after, once the convoy had finalised their reports. Oh whoopee, weeping me as a Jedi, my parents would be so proud of me.

Roleplays:

Recovering Lost History

Training threads
Shimmering and glistening

Other
Bacilla Kane vs Christian Noble