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"My life has been a journey, one that will not end. Not yet."
Always know where you are, and where they are, but most importantly, understand who you are. Once you comprehend yourself you can manipulate the state of being that encompasses all beings. That way, you can always be in control of the situation. Whether it is the whole galaxy or yourself. Knowing the location of people, their physical and mental locations, brings great power over those involved.
I was raised on Coruscant, however I was born roughly ten years before the Alsaken Crisis. My 'parents' were avid lovers of underground trends, and along with many of Coruscants' upper crust, would bet on fights that were quite brutal. Despite this, they seemed loving enough of me. I was taught art and philosophy, and went through great physical training. I could read twenty different languages by the age of ten, and could speak 12 fluently by then as well. During the Alsaken Crisis, my parents were both involved with less than legal shipments between the warring states. This brought me into contact with more of the galaxy and it's inhabitants.
As soon as it began, the Alsaken Crisis ended. My parents brought me back from the great travels to a Coruscant which had just begun to rebuild. Our previous home had been devastated by robbers and vandals, and to this assault my father took insult. He hired people to find those who vandalized our home, and within a matter of weeks he had them. Those bounty hunters brought them to our old home, and at the appointed time my father met them with me in tow. I, at the age of eleven, was shown the brutality of life. It shocked my senses. I always felt that the world would bring justice in it's own ways, without the help of inhabitants. But my father taught me otherwise.
That lesson shook my foundations. I drove myself to my physical limitations in my exercises, scared to death I would be killed by someone wanting revenge. My fear drove me to become a great fighter, and despite hating such brutality, I was involved with those organizations that my parents helped ran. Again and again, I fought and I won. From age eleven to seventeen, my body was owned and ran by my parents. They even tried to 'breed' women with me, in a attempt to have greater fighters be born unto this world of violence and death.
There I caught myself. In the aftermath of one particular fight, I met a man who held me and my world in contempt. Master Maurilo Qo. He taught a form of self defense, one that ended only when one was left standing, but both people still lived in the end. It wasn't to be used for attack, like my previous studies were. He offered to free me of my shackles, and teach me life unadulterated. I took him up on it. I asked leave from my life as a fighter, and my parents loving the amount of money I made them agreed to let me off for awhile.
My training began, and I failed utterly. He consistently beat me, and while he did, he taught me things. Things my parents no doubt would fear if they knew. After several weeks I went back to my family, my parents that had no soul. I tried to participate in fights again, but after those lessons Master Qo taught me, I couldn't. I wouldn't be able to finish my opponents. My father began to grow upset, sparking a rift between myself and him. It grew and grew till finally, I left. I disappeared into the world of Coruscant. Or so I thought.
I had forgotten how much my father had put into finding people, and how easy it was for him. After a month, he had me. I was taken to a place where my mindset had shifted so suddenly, those many years ago. My old home. As I entered I had flashbacks, and stumbled here and there. The bounty hunters had enough and eventually I was dragged to the top of our old home. My father waited, a old fashion slug thrower in his hands.
Once I was brought next to him and on my knees, he began a speech. In it he insulted me, told me how foolish I was to turn my back on him and the millions of credits I could have. All the credits he could have had. Then he pointed the gun at my head.....
Master Qo had me get on my knees, and he brought out a fake blaster. He held it in his hands and yelled "BANG". "You are dead," he said. "BANG." "BANG." "BANG." My hands pulled themselves up, grabbing his hands and pulling him off balance. My legs came out from underneath me and flew into the air, wrapping themselves around his arm. The blaster came out of his hand, and I felt him tap on my foot. I released the hold.....
I awoke from this flashback, my father's arm snapped in half and him crying in pain. The bounty hunters had ran. He screamed. Loud and painful. I left, never wanting to return. I deduced he would find me again, and maybe even track down Master Qo. So I disappeared farther than before. I left to a recently discovered Kashyyk. There I would live, hiding from those searching for what they shouldn't.
I stilled needed supplies then and there, so I made a contact once there. I became good friends with him, and even entrusted him with several names that I wanted information on. He got me the information. It wasn't what I had expected. I had lived on Kashyyk for nearly seven years. In those seven years, my father had searched for someone to blame for my disappearance. He had finally found it. Master Qo.
Coruscant had changed little. It was still a giant city planet, and I still knew my way around it. As I arrived, I focused on what I needed to do. Find Master Qo. Leave this place with Master Qo safely. I delved into the planet, and found my way to his old school. It had not fallen into disrepair, but was empty and felt hollow. But I could still sense one person there. His persona invaded my senses, and Master Qo approached.
"I have to tell you, I am going to die." I heard that leave his mouth, and my brain raced to find a solution that let him live. The only thing I could think would be to leave as quickly as I came, but it couldn't happen. My father's men had already come. There were three of them, and none looked like your normal petty thieves. They were muscles-bound fellows, each with the looks of killers.
Master Qo did something I never expected from him, he gave me his Master's belt. A ancient belt of red fibers, I had seen it be shot with a blaster and not have a mark. As we embraced, I felt the first of the blasts go into his body. He had simultaneously seen me as his heir and protected me from harm. I was sad and looked at the killers with eyes of glass. Not literally, but my mind did something strange and I could see all of the men and who they were connected to and how they were, I saw them as they truly were. I could see where to jump then strike to remove them from this life.
In no time, the three bodies were on the floor. My mind was reeling from this huge attack on my world. I went down to my knees and held Master Qo's lifeless body in my arms. After several moments, my resolve returned to me. I stood and left that place forever. Walking outside in the cool night cleared my mind. But before when it had raced to find a solution, it instead seemed to 'walk' with a purpose. It found everything connected to whatever thought I had in my mind. It felt so strange, but so very natural. Each action seemed like a 'crack' in the view of my mind. It seemed that each crack would go to a single person, my father.
He had grow larger and more arrogant. His arm had healed but his pride never did. As I entered his club, armed guards rushed me. My mind showed me where I could punch and tap, and destroy each opponent so easily. In moments I was in front of him, with fear in his eyes. I came in closer and closer. Sweat beaded his brow and his lips. I came within four feet. His eyes seemed disjointed and his mind floated away. I reached out with my hand and he fell forward. But not under his own spirit. I had seen the crack in him, and it was me. I saw that if I reached for him, his fear would kill him. His body now almost kneeling to me, I didn't know what to do. Master Qo's teachings were at my heart though, and I decided to follow that.
This path led me to start a school of my own. However, few people were interested in such teachings, and through my strange mind view I saw it would be better to leave than stay. Good that I did, because a week later the Jedi Temple was ransacked. After this confusion had somewhat settled, I was in a starport on Corellia. There I met a simple Jedi. He had come looking for, recruits? Children? People willing to take up arms with the Jedi. I can't remember his name, however he did tell me one thing. That strange way my mind could see things, that it was a Force Power. I was told I was Force Sensitive. With that in mind, I searched on everything I could for such a power, trying to make sure it was impossible. But, against my own will, the truth was there. It was a ability called Shatterpoint. I could now be put on a bounty, thanks to the Hutts' want of Force Sensitives.
Now I live from place to place, always watching my back. This ability helps so much, I wish it would work in my sleep.
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