It was a cold winter’s night. A tent stood on the plains of Toola, the wind howling around in a mournful choir to what was to come.
A Whiphid mother was giving birth.
As the tiny, infantile life that was T’Truht was forced into the world around, the wind seemed almost to drop in contemplation of this new creature to be born to the icy plains of Toola. Having examine this squalling new infant, it picked up again, as T’Truht’s father consoled his exhausted mother. Both parents were exhausted; the labour had taken three days. And yet both still found the time to croon over their infant child, smiling up at them through bleary, baby eyes. The fur was matted and damp, but that could be addressed. For now, the couple was going to love and cuddle their child as was befitting of what should happen to a Whiphid baby on its first night. T’Truht had entered the world, and he was to have an effect on the galaxy that would spread further from Toola than either parent would ever know.
It was quite surprising, really.
T’Truht’s family were poor nomads, travelling from settlement to settlement on the icy wastelands of Toola. It had served them well before, and they had eked a living out of the ice and snow of the Toolan tundra. After T’Truht’s fifth summer he was beginning to be able to take a more active role in the survival of the family, yet it wasn’t to be. For a Whiphid, five years of age was still infantile, and he could do very little. As the family camped beneath the steppes of an icy mountain, there camp was attacked by a pack of Snow demons. T’Truht’s parents were slaughtered, their camp desecrated. T’Truht was cast aside in the ensuing fight, as T’Truht’s parents fought against their violent assailants. In the ensuing furore, T’Truht was concussed. When he awoke, the corpses of his parents lay around him, amongst the remains of their camp. The snow demons had gone.
T’Truht was alone.
The icy cold plains could kill at the best of times, and the young Whiphid stumbled his way across the tundra in the hope of finding a settlement. With hours of little results he began hallucinating, sobbing for the parents he’d lost, before collapsing. By chance, or by the Force, he was discovered by a hunting party, who “resurrected” the close to death Whiphid. He was taken to the Toola spaceport and, from there, to the Ithaqua Station. Jedi Knights, seeking refuge on the planet from one of their various battles, encountered the young T’Truht, and marvelled upon his Force sensitivity. Here, on Toola, they’d found a Force sensitive child of years younger than they had expected to see. Without family, the choice was put to T’Truht as to whether he wished to become a Jedi and leave for Ossus or not. Overwhelmed by recent events, and no longer caring as to the future, T’Truht agreed to travel to Ossus and be trained in the ways of the Force.
It would be one of the greatest decisions he had ever made.
T’Truht was listless, caring little for what happened in his life when Ossus drew him. It was his Master, a Wookiee named Rawcca, who brought him out of it. Rawcca had spent his time dealing with grief on his homeworld, Kashyyyk. Rawcca nurtured the young Whiphid, training him in techniques to deal with his pain, as he flourished under his tutelage. T’Truht channelled his time and energy into learning the ways of the Jedi and the Force, giving himself over to his training. Gradually he found a way to come to terms with his grief, in the way that the Jedi Order allowed him to. His training progressed, and T’Truht became a fully fledged Jedi. At an age that was the equivalent of twenty years of age to a human, T’Truht was accepted into the Jedi Order, ten years before the outbreak of the Alsakan Crisis. With Sarus Kappa as Grandmaster, T’Truht travelled across the galaxy, attempting to heal those as he himself had been healed, and attempting to defeat those who would cause strife and crisis across the galaxy.
T’Truht had found his calling.
After a number of missions in between, the Alsakan Crisis came upon the galaxy in a blur. The Jedi, initially neutral towards both the warring factions, was thrown into a crisis of its own; Banik Kelrada’s madness. T’Truht was distressed by the schism, and instead applied his wisdom to the situation. A natural Whiphid trait, T’Truht disagreed with what Kelrada had done, however his loyalty was to the Order. Despite Sarina Lightell’s calls for him, amongst the others, to leave the Order, he remained true. After Kelrada fled and Dewbecca took up the position of Grandmaster, T’Truht was happier than he had been before. The Jedi Order was his home, and he wasn’t going to abandon it. He had remained true, despite the madness. In the wake of his stoic loyalty, T’Truht was made a Jedi Master, shortly before the end of the Alsakan Crisis. With the end of the Alsakan Crisis came changes to the Jedi Order, and more stability than there had been before. There was a time of peace across the galaxy, a time of peace that wasn’t to last.
It would take twenty years to break.
The Jedi searched across the galaxy for quite some time for their erstwhile enemies, the Ospion Guardians. Despite finding the odd rogue Dark Jedi, or one who had separated from the Ospion, they never found trace of the Ospion. On a world past the Mid Rim, T’Truht found a primitive tribe who worshipped beings like the Ospion, and babbled of beings like them, yet it appeared they had left; neither T’Truht nor any other Jedi could find where. Despite their hopes that the Republic, whilst spreading their influence across the galaxy, would discover the Ospion once again, these hopes had no ground. T’Truht and other Jedi spent their time administrating over small time problems, or defeating rogue Dark Jedi of a much smaller scale. This, for the galaxy, was peace. The galaxy was a calm pond, with only the ripples of the Jedi Order spreading to cover any sort of issue. The Jedi Order were becoming more allied to the Republic than ever, and T’Truht’s increasing age meant he was more wise than he had been in his youth. For a spell of twenty years, the galaxy was peaceful.
And then that peace shattered.
First came the rumours of slaughtered settlements in the newly discovered Outer Rim. Then came reports of beings who commanded the Force with a terrible strength, striking Republic bases, never for long, breaking the small ones and then vanishing like wraiths. Jedi were sent to investigate, yet they either did not return or they returned with nothing. Shortly afterwards came the beginnings of a break down in relations between the Republic and the Hutt Empire; the Jedi were fast losing their grip on a galaxy that was spiralling towards war and madness. They would have to reassert their grip. Yet, despite their attempts, the relations between the Republic and the Hutt Empire had fallen too far. War. An ugly, vile word, war was upon the galaxy on a scale greater than that of the Alsakan Crisis. This time, the enemy was evenly matched. This time, there was a serious chance that the Republic might lose. It was their relations with the Jedi that were to be their saving grace, for the Jedi had been right.
Their enemies had returned.
T’Truht bore no evil will to either faction, yet he recognised that they must be stopped. Older, wiser and stronger than he had been in his youth, more so than in the Alsakan Crisis of twenty years previous, he was ready. The leadership changes to the Jedi Order caused a reshuffle of the ranks and the likes, and T’Truht did not know in what capacity he would serve. Yet neither did he care; a position was a name, and it didn’t do much in the ways of allowing him to better do his job against the Hutt Empire or their allies. The real enemy in this war was the Dark Jedi of the Bogan, what the Ospion now called themselves; the Republic would deal with the Hutts. The Jedi had a different aim. T’Truht was ready, more ready than he had been for the Alsakan Crisis or any previous conflict. The galaxy was divided, and the Jedi were struggling to reassert their grip over it.
T’Truht would assist with that goal.
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