druchi
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Above is for use IC by Jedi Order Members.
I think I was around thirteen or fourteen in this?
I was born on an insignificant planet in the Sith sphere of Influence deep inside Sith space, it was a world that was a technological and cultural backwater under the Iron Fist of Pavlo Skoropadskyi our “Great Dictator” sometimes I still can't quite figure out if I hate the bastard or love him, amazing the job the Imperial Information Center did a job on me eh? Oh and he was the Empires puppet. My mothers force sensitivity was discovered many many years before I was born by a visiting Sith delegation who took her to train in the academies. She was a member of one of the Upper Classes and quickly adapted to the regime and displays of power and cruelty, before I left I found her diary you see. Unfortunately for her though perhaps lucky for the rest of the Galaxy. Her first missions she was crippled by a Jedi her body almost totally ruined due to spinal damage. She had slain a Jedi Master and his apprentice flew into a rage and broke her spine in several places. Her Sith Master at the time had little reason to save her, but he did so to teach his newly converted apprentice a lesson and she was sent back home in disgrace. She had neglected to tell anyone the reason she had left with the delegation a number of years ago and cut contact with my family, the reason was our world was “Forcephobic” they were both terrified and in awe of the Sith and Jedi in equal measures. As the years went on she managed to use her social position to marry a man of equal worth to that of herself inspite of her disability. A few years later she became pregnant with me Tarkov. I traced my family line a year or two back, my mother can trace her lineage all the way to a guy called Terik who was a “Reborn” and some sort of cult member. I wasn’t able to find out much more about that but it seems they were force sensitive cult of some sort.
Make no mistake my mother was cruel and manipulative always, although I managed to have a few close relations with the maids that really brought me up. Darling mother was a cold and distant women who would get father to beat me when she could not, I could not smoke, I could not befriend those of “lesser classes” or with “improper names” gradually all the creativity and spirit of my childhood was beat or drilled out of me over the years by my “adoring” family. I could not do anything without my mother needing to display her power over me as a young boy and I sure as hell resented it. I guess it worked though for years I questioned nothing about our world or the Empire or the war with the Alliance, didn’t even think about it we were the forces of order and enlightenment and they were a dying corrupt system that let the lower classes squabble for power. You have no idea how often that drivel was force fed to us at school and we barely if ever questioned or thought about it, it was just fact.
Passing out of the Officer Corp.
But anyway since the rule of the Imperium had been established, the planetary Elite were loyal to the Empire which provided them with many luxuries for their continued support in return for a steady stream of conscripts for Imperial Military. This continued for many years until a separatist movement began, an alliance of rebel groups struck against the Ruling Class of the planet, originally they had been large worker movements and Student bodies or those who did not wish to be conscripted by the Empire. The local planetary Government convinced the Empire that it was an internal affair and so the Empire agreed to supply arms and weapons to the Fasci Government to crush the local Makhnovshchina movement. Mandal Motor and Mandal Arms supplied the Fasci whilst the Makhnovshchina had only to rely on the criminal underworld for help, as the conflict escalated the rebel groups won more and more ground in the opening stages by operating a guerrilla war against our better funded and supplied forces, eventually the local Government gave up it’s military tithe to conscript large swathes of the population against the Rebels, I had just turned fifteen at the time but my mother and her social connections kept me away from the frontlines of the conflict for two years before the situation became more desperate.
As the Makhnovshchina movement continued to grow they encircled the capital city and spaceports to gain larger access to outside supplies. The cities were besieged for a time before the Imperial Loyalist forces retreated from the Capital and outlying space ports which would have been difficult to defend and instead waited to launch a devastating counter attack behind the Rebel supply lines and liquidating many of their key commanders. A large group of the Makhnovshchina Rebels holding the Capital port city were then cut off and surrounded from the rest of their forces. In all the chaos I was made a battlefield lieutenant to lead a platoon of soldiers to take back the few spaceports that had not been demolished and wrecked in the retreat and to sabotage artillery positions the night before the attack. We succeeded, just. In our objectives and after this the vast majority of the 170,000 Separatists Army had been either killed or captured. I became celebrated as a local hero among the Loyalist Army, I had never expected to see real combat and being celebrated for murdering people afterwords? It felt wrong. Now I know I was fighting the wrong people but back then I just didn't... I just didn't question anything I really wish I had, after the battle our soldiers rounded people up and executed them. Many of the Rebel prisoners were raped I tried to stop it when I could but that particular horror lasted three days and it was three days of hell as the army looted what they had been defending just months before. At the end of the conflict almost eight million had died. Either because of direct action in the war, food and medical shortages, bombings of civilian centers - this was around 31% of the total planetary population. I won’t even get into how many women had to seek medical treatment after "Our Boys” took over Rebel areas. I was disgusted, especially the way the other Officers would attempt to justify the barbarity of it all. Most of the soldiers I commanded were good men and kept the line. I got on well with them many hated the draft just as much as I had. Within another year the war was largely over and “order” restored and the conscription rate to the Empire doubled straight away. Many of the captured Rebels were given as slaves to the Empire for its tolerance and understanding in the internal conflict. I had long been discontent in the Infantry and transferred back to the Navy; I got some piloting and navigation training.
Fasci “Great” Dictator Pavlo Skoropadskyi ruled with an absolute ruthlessness after the conflict and anyone who was deemed to be “abnormal” could be reported to the military and “investigated” it was a time of fear all over the planet. I considered volunteering for the Stormtrooper Corp or the Imperial Navy just to get away but decided against it, it would just be more of the same as I was seeing here but on a larger scale. I wrangled a safer position and transferred to the space bound local Navy, I was considered lucky and I was. I got appointed as junior flight Lieutenant to a gunship wing for freighter escort duty, easy as the Trade Routes were never attacked. On my few rare and brief visits to home mother would fawn over me trying to arrange marriages and manipulate me. Eventually however... I met a young man in the Navy a petty officer Henry Mackay. We started a relationship and I managed to get us a year and three months of paid leave using my mothers social connections and we traveled together - saw a few new worlds, visited places where we would not be disturbed or preying eyes looked. I fell in love with him and I had a year of healing with Henry, when we returned however we could not just end what we had and as with all secrets it eventually came out. I was tortured for a period that felt like I could feel the turn of the galaxy but I got through it - I had a year of happiness to hold on to.
You have to understand my homeworld is not as tolerant of difference as other places in the galaxy especially not this place, on my homeworld Aliens are regulated to slums and ghettos if they are allowed on world at all. And for my crimes I had everything taken from me. My mother instantly disowned me and would refuse to let my brothers or sisters see me again. Henry was executed and in the media my name became the word for social “evils” they did not execute me however, I was lucky I guess being a member of the Ruling Class where as Henry was someone who worked his way up from the Working Class was made an example of. Even now it still hurts ot think of so many years later.
Eventually managed to sneak into my home, mother was waiting for me however and she ranted and raved at me for the shame and dishonour I had brought on house name. Then I was lifted into the air and my neck felt as if it was about to collapse in on itself, her eyes flared and I knew that she would kill me. I reached out in protest with my arm and her grip disappeared, I tried to gain back the air in my lungs and I noticed she had been thrown across the room. I couldn't believe it. Some part of me must have still loved her back then even after everything she had put me through and I rushed to check on her: she was alive but unconscious and was babbling about a room in the house - one which as children my brothers and sisters and I would have received very severe beatings if we had entered.
So I went to it of course, and inside was her diary, a series of manuals and books of philosophy on the nature of The Force and... a lightsaber. I think it would be difficult to convey shock to someone who might not understand how prejudiced against Force users our world was. Partly out of fear and partly out of awe I stuffed some of them and the saber into my bag as I turned to leave my mother was at the door but she was ... calm and controlled. She just told me that I should pick up some more books and take enough credits to get off world and everything else I would need to know was in those books. She told me she never wanted to hear from me again and she had always known and resented me because she had felt the touch of the Force in me since before I was born. Honestly I didn't know what to say and I just ran past her and did not look back.
I managed to get a Naval Captain drunk with the money I had taken and nicked one of the ships in the reserve bay with the access codes I found on him. I got lucky again, later of course as I read those books on many a lonely voyage the more I would come to learn it was The Force guiding my actions and everything that had happened. It was not easy by any means to believe in destiny after all that had happened. As my credits began to run out I started to take on supply jobs wherever I could and I ran a small crew of guys to help me pilot the gunship we did odd jobs attacked conveys and freighter lines as part of bandit groups wherever the money was. I... know this is stuff I've gone over before in these holo-journals but it isn't stuff I’m particularly proud of so I’ll leave it there. Eventually however I found my way to Tatooine where I was recruited by a rather vague old geezer to do supply runs to a to drop off points and be picked up by other ships. It was all very clandestine however, I knew after years of searching I had found the Jedi. I didn't want to join the Sith. I could have in fact I know I could have, but the chance of ending up like my mother... wasn't worth it. I made a few of the supply runs before they began to trust me more and on one of the runs that got more than a little hot I had to ditch cargo and land to try and hide from them - it didn't work and they found me, I knew how to use my lightsaber. Must have killed eight of them it was a bit of a blur but one of the supply ships came to rescue me once I had escaped their trap. Lucky me. After that I presented myself as a force sensitive to the Jedi and although there were plenty of questions about where I had got the lightsaber... told them I found it in a junk pile on Tatooine. I think they knew I was lying but they let it pass for now. Every time I touch the force though it feels... artificial, weird like I’m not able to dive under a pool of water. But I think I have done enough biographying for tonight. Vid off.
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RP:
Training a Social Scene - Meeting other Jedi Padawan and relaxing.
More than a Padawan - Meeting his new Jedi Master Jaina Brangwing
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