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Some children can say their daddy is a police officer
Or a soldier
Or a mechanic
And they can say their mum is a secretary
Or a mother
Or a waitress.
I can’t.
My mum and dad were better than that. They were warriors. But I could not brag, for they deserted their comrades for me. And though they loved me very much, enough to do such a horrible thing, I cannot truly forgive them. Even if it was for me, it was wrong.
Now I must return and face their people, of whom I have heard much yet know little, and hope they accept me and forgive them.
Even if I can’t.
I am Ekaterina Pavelina, or to most, simply Kat. Do not let my young appearance fool you. I am a twelve standard years old Human-Hapan hybrid. I may be merely five feet tall, and only 95 pounds, but I am fairly strong and very fast. Even so I am neither healthy nor Force Sensitive. I do not let that stop me though. My greatest strength is my mind. Even if I cannot be wise or charismatic, I can be intelligent. The myths that blonde-haired, blue-eyed girls are dumb are not true at all.
Skills
Beginner
Hand-to-Hand Combat
Speeder Bike Piloting
Guerilla Warfare Tactics
Intermediate
Knife Throwing
Blaster Pistols
Blaster Rifles
Parkour
Advanced
Research
Strengths and Weaknesses
+Strong willed
+Perseveres
+Athletic
+Quick Learner
-Bad Night Vision (Hapan roots)
-Weak Immune System
I am very quiet and serious. I’d prefer to read or practice than watch mindless drivel or play pointless mind-numbing games with others. I like to think I get more done working alone and prefer to be in the quiet. It helps me calm myself and focus on the task at hand. I take criticism with an open mind. I do not know everything and love to learn from those who do.
Or a soldier
Or a mechanic
And they can say their mum is a secretary
Or a mother
Or a waitress.
I can’t.
My mum and dad were better than that. They were warriors. But I could not brag, for they deserted their comrades for me. And though they loved me very much, enough to do such a horrible thing, I cannot truly forgive them. Even if it was for me, it was wrong.
Now I must return and face their people, of whom I have heard much yet know little, and hope they accept me and forgive them.
Even if I can’t.
I am Ekaterina Pavelina, or to most, simply Kat. Do not let my young appearance fool you. I am a twelve standard years old Human-Hapan hybrid. I may be merely five feet tall, and only 95 pounds, but I am fairly strong and very fast. Even so I am neither healthy nor Force Sensitive. I do not let that stop me though. My greatest strength is my mind. Even if I cannot be wise or charismatic, I can be intelligent. The myths that blonde-haired, blue-eyed girls are dumb are not true at all.
Skills
Beginner
Hand-to-Hand Combat
Speeder Bike Piloting
Guerilla Warfare Tactics
Intermediate
Knife Throwing
Blaster Pistols
Blaster Rifles
Parkour
Advanced
Research
Strengths and Weaknesses
+Strong willed
+Perseveres
+Athletic
+Quick Learner
-Bad Night Vision (Hapan roots)
-Weak Immune System
I am very quiet and serious. I’d prefer to read or practice than watch mindless drivel or play pointless mind-numbing games with others. I like to think I get more done working alone and prefer to be in the quiet. It helps me calm myself and focus on the task at hand. I take criticism with an open mind. I do not know everything and love to learn from those who do.
Ekaterina Pavelina’s parents were of Mandalorian origins. Both of them were raised to be warriors and became such in their separate clans. At some point they met. When Elena became pregnant, she and Pavel ran away to avoid their respective parents’ wrath. To my knowledge they never actually married. But they raised their daughter in peace, staying under the radar.
Katya was a sickly child, very small and frail. Bedridden a good portion of the time she fell in love with books. My best guess is this is where she developed her quiet, serious nature. To help strengthen her, Pavel started to train her in hand-to-hand combat and weapons usage. Katya fell in love with this also. Anything she did she did wholeheartedly.
Mandalorian warriors, yet, defeated by a boiling pot. Katya was at a sleepover when it happened. They were sleeping. Burnt to a crisp in their beds, Pavel and Elena left Ekaterina parentless. I worried for her. She became so…distant after that. She didn’t cry once. She was way to stoic to be healthily handling her emotions.
I knew her from infancy as I lived across the street from their house. Now I have to let a coworker handle her case. Her parents willed that she be taken back to the Mandalorians on the case of their deaths. The transport leaves tomorrow…
/end of notes/
Katya was a sickly child, very small and frail. Bedridden a good portion of the time she fell in love with books. My best guess is this is where she developed her quiet, serious nature. To help strengthen her, Pavel started to train her in hand-to-hand combat and weapons usage. Katya fell in love with this also. Anything she did she did wholeheartedly.
Mandalorian warriors, yet, defeated by a boiling pot. Katya was at a sleepover when it happened. They were sleeping. Burnt to a crisp in their beds, Pavel and Elena left Ekaterina parentless. I worried for her. She became so…distant after that. She didn’t cry once. She was way to stoic to be healthily handling her emotions.
I knew her from infancy as I lived across the street from their house. Now I have to let a coworker handle her case. Her parents willed that she be taken back to the Mandalorians on the case of their deaths. The transport leaves tomorrow…
/end of notes/
Our dearest Katya, if you are reading us we obviously aren’t there to explain this is person. For that we are sorry. We raised you to be proud of your heritage. We explained to you the history of our people and taught you to defend yourself, but we knew you could never understand why we left the people we spoke so highly of. You knew that it was for your sake that we left. However there is much more to the story than that.
We were both in an elite program in our early teens; we were roughly thirteen or fourteen. We were complete strangers when we were paired up as training partners in the program. Because of that fact we were practically attached at the hip from then on out. We trained together, ate together, and went on missions together. Of course, we were focused on our training and not on making any friends so we actually talked very little to each other. That was our first meeting and when we finished the program we didn’t see each other for many years.
The next time we saw each other we didn’t even recognize each other. It had been about six or seven years after all. We were sent on a mission together due to our certain qualifications. We crash-landed in a forest, much to our embarrassment. We sent out a distress signal, but then it was just a waiting game. For ten days we had no company but each other. To keep from going mad we talked about anything from the weather to guns to other meaningless drivel. And we found ourselves eventually getting into more personal questions. We came out of the forest as friends.
Elena: Your father says after we returned he found himself missing my company. I would never tell him this but I did too.
After that we started seeing more of each other. We took lunch together and spent practically every weekend together. When we returned to our respective clans all we could talk about was each other. Neither of us realized what we were doing but our friends and families did. Our parents especially became suspicious and they began listening to us closely and tapping our calls. When we arranged to meet one day they followed us. As soon as we greeted and embraced each other they emerged, angry and yelling. Mixing languages and laced with colorful phrases they berated each of us in turn then both of us together. Then they dragged us away. We were no longer allowed to see each other.
Up until then we were just friends in our eyes, but when we couldn’t sleep that night and our hearts were heavy the next day we finally had to admit it was more.
Our parents obviously pulled some high up strings, as when we returned to get our next missions we were no longer partners. We were bunked far apart, again our parents doing. But with help from friend, some brush passes, and invisible ink, we met up behind a bunker before daybreak. With fervent whispers and admissions everything came into focus. In our minds the world turned back to its axis and was no longer upside down.
But the utopic view everything took on with our late night meetings shattered a few short months later. When we found out we became paranoid. Anyone could tell our parents and we’d be ripped apart again. We’d likely be disowned and thrown out if they discovered our little secret. We had discovered that our parents were old enemies. Their parents had also been enemies and so on and so forth. We didn’t even believe they knew why they were enemies anymore.
We did the only logical thing. We took all we owned and stowed away to get off planet. We settled here and seven months later you were born.
We can just hope you understand now, why we did what we did.
/end of letter/
We were both in an elite program in our early teens; we were roughly thirteen or fourteen. We were complete strangers when we were paired up as training partners in the program. Because of that fact we were practically attached at the hip from then on out. We trained together, ate together, and went on missions together. Of course, we were focused on our training and not on making any friends so we actually talked very little to each other. That was our first meeting and when we finished the program we didn’t see each other for many years.
The next time we saw each other we didn’t even recognize each other. It had been about six or seven years after all. We were sent on a mission together due to our certain qualifications. We crash-landed in a forest, much to our embarrassment. We sent out a distress signal, but then it was just a waiting game. For ten days we had no company but each other. To keep from going mad we talked about anything from the weather to guns to other meaningless drivel. And we found ourselves eventually getting into more personal questions. We came out of the forest as friends.
Elena: Your father says after we returned he found himself missing my company. I would never tell him this but I did too.
After that we started seeing more of each other. We took lunch together and spent practically every weekend together. When we returned to our respective clans all we could talk about was each other. Neither of us realized what we were doing but our friends and families did. Our parents especially became suspicious and they began listening to us closely and tapping our calls. When we arranged to meet one day they followed us. As soon as we greeted and embraced each other they emerged, angry and yelling. Mixing languages and laced with colorful phrases they berated each of us in turn then both of us together. Then they dragged us away. We were no longer allowed to see each other.
Up until then we were just friends in our eyes, but when we couldn’t sleep that night and our hearts were heavy the next day we finally had to admit it was more.
Our parents obviously pulled some high up strings, as when we returned to get our next missions we were no longer partners. We were bunked far apart, again our parents doing. But with help from friend, some brush passes, and invisible ink, we met up behind a bunker before daybreak. With fervent whispers and admissions everything came into focus. In our minds the world turned back to its axis and was no longer upside down.
But the utopic view everything took on with our late night meetings shattered a few short months later. When we found out we became paranoid. Anyone could tell our parents and we’d be ripped apart again. We’d likely be disowned and thrown out if they discovered our little secret. We had discovered that our parents were old enemies. Their parents had also been enemies and so on and so forth. We didn’t even believe they knew why they were enemies anymore.
We did the only logical thing. We took all we owned and stowed away to get off planet. We settled here and seven months later you were born.
We can just hope you understand now, why we did what we did.
/end of letter/
(First Entry-Age 7) For my birthday I received this notebook. I was told it was for use as a diary or journal of sorts. Though I do not see the purpose of this I will humor them. If something happens that I feel compelled to write out I will do so.
(Fifteenth entry- Age 10) Today when I came home from school my mother asked me why I had bruises on my legs and arms. I told her a boy called me a little sissy and a brat. I argued with him and he told me to prove I was as tough as I claimed to be. He dared me to climb a tree as fast as I could; jump down, then army crawl across the top of the monkey bars. I did so and he left me alone. I proved I was tough and it only cost me a few bruises. Dad says he’s going to teach me how to speak Mando’a and throw knives now. He says I’ve learnt the basics of parkour, guerilla warfare, and guns so we may move on to other things. Even so I will continue to practice them.
(Twentieth Entry-Age 10) I was working in class today when the teacher was out of the room and a note landed on my desk. I quickly located the sender as he was grinning at me. I opened the note. I never blush but I’m sure I did when I finished reading it. It was a poem, about me. I ripped it up and stuffed the remnants in my pocket. He chased me at recess. I easily outran him and hid in a tree.
(Twenty-sixth Entry- Age 11) I am in the hospital with a broken leg and wrist. My dad was testing my parkour skills in the woods. He was chasing me and I was doing fairly well, only a few scratches and scrapes. I knew the path we were taking well, until he chased me down another route. I was startled and missed a fallen tree. I jumped too late and my foot caught the top of the tree. I tried to catch myself and my leg took the brunt of the fall, but my hand landed backwards so the top of my hand caught my weight, breaking my wrist. This will be a bit of a hindrance. Thankfully I’ll still be able to prove my rifle and pistol skills as I broke my right hand, not my left. I believe I can shoot from a wheelchair.
(Thirtieth Entry-Age 12) I’ve decided to discontinue these entries. I do not wish to record my feelings on recent events.
/end of entries/
(Fifteenth entry- Age 10) Today when I came home from school my mother asked me why I had bruises on my legs and arms. I told her a boy called me a little sissy and a brat. I argued with him and he told me to prove I was as tough as I claimed to be. He dared me to climb a tree as fast as I could; jump down, then army crawl across the top of the monkey bars. I did so and he left me alone. I proved I was tough and it only cost me a few bruises. Dad says he’s going to teach me how to speak Mando’a and throw knives now. He says I’ve learnt the basics of parkour, guerilla warfare, and guns so we may move on to other things. Even so I will continue to practice them.
(Twentieth Entry-Age 10) I was working in class today when the teacher was out of the room and a note landed on my desk. I quickly located the sender as he was grinning at me. I opened the note. I never blush but I’m sure I did when I finished reading it. It was a poem, about me. I ripped it up and stuffed the remnants in my pocket. He chased me at recess. I easily outran him and hid in a tree.
(Twenty-sixth Entry- Age 11) I am in the hospital with a broken leg and wrist. My dad was testing my parkour skills in the woods. He was chasing me and I was doing fairly well, only a few scratches and scrapes. I knew the path we were taking well, until he chased me down another route. I was startled and missed a fallen tree. I jumped too late and my foot caught the top of the tree. I tried to catch myself and my leg took the brunt of the fall, but my hand landed backwards so the top of my hand caught my weight, breaking my wrist. This will be a bit of a hindrance. Thankfully I’ll still be able to prove my rifle and pistol skills as I broke my right hand, not my left. I believe I can shoot from a wheelchair.
(Thirtieth Entry-Age 12) I’ve decided to discontinue these entries. I do not wish to record my feelings on recent events.
/end of entries/
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