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| Daniel | Jul 15 2008, 12:07 PM Post #1 |
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The shuttle began it’s descent into the atmosphere of the planet Kashyyyk, home of the Wookiees, and soon to be home of the passenger the clones were escorting. The five clones that were sent, knew little of the beast’s past, or the full-extent of the reason he was to be abandoned on Kashyyyk. In truth, they did not care. Their loyalty lay with the Jedi, they would execute their orders faithfully and without question. They didn’t care what he did, if it was right nor wrong. The Jedi wished him gone, and they would happily make it so. What they did know was that the man had attacked the Grand Master, Torus Aagare. And being the merciful leader that he was, Torus struck him, rendering him unconscious. After which, he wiped his mind, and here he was. On his way to start a new life, one that hopefully would do little damage to the Jedi. They would pick a remote location. From the looks of the beast, they assumed his race was comfortable in the wild. They believed his instincts would kick in; he would be fine in the wild. They would leave him a few provisions, spare change of clothes, a virbosword, and some food. Then they would leave him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The shuttle jerked as it landed in a clearing. The jerk awoke Trak from his sleep, apparently the clones had had little encounters with Barabels, and hadn’t upped the dosage of drugs. As his eyes raised up, Trak felt a swarm of confusion wash over him. Who am I? Where am I? What is this place? The mind-wipe had been effective. Trak knew not of his life, his name, or his whereabouts. Though some things remained, such as his instincts. He knew for a fact, they would come into play in a matter of minutes. He could hear boots slamming down on the floor, approaching him. The source of the sound came from a man, about six feet even, decked out in full white amour, with a blaster-rifle hugged by his hands. The man was given a blue tint, due to the force cage, but he still looked imposing. The man stopped outside of the cell and gave a shallow chuckle. ”Well, well, look has woken up. You weren’t supposed to awaken till we were in hyperspace. Will make things difficult, but hell, I was growing bored.” The man said as he began to deactivate the cell. The man was full of himself, arrogance streamed off of the man. He believed the beast to be defeated, incapable of fighting back when the cell came down. He was right. The Barabel formerly known as Trak was defeated. Knowledge he once held dear, gone. Memories he once used to play over and over in his mind, hoping to relive them, gone. His previous life was gone, and he did not even know it. The cell deactivated and the men stepped inside. He ushered the Barabel out with his blaster rifle, and the Barabel obliged. He could not be bothered with fighting, he was too confused. For all he knew, these men could be friends, though the blaster did not strengthen that idea. They made their way outside, and the Barabel's eyes widened. He had never seen a forest of this size, trees everywhere, surrounding them. It was amazing. Stray lights managed to get through the trees. Trak had stopped on the landing ramp to take in the beauty. The clone behind him pushed him, obviously an impatient character. Bad mistake. Trak's instincts took a hold of him, the man wished to challenge him, Trak would not back down. He spun around to face the man, gripped the barrel and pushed it down. It fired in the struggle, burning a bolt in the ramp, just beside the Barabel's foot. The Clone obviously did not expect such an attack, and had no words to say, nor did he know what to do. The Barabel finished him off, biting into his shoulder, making his body limp. Boots sounded from inside the shuttle, he could hear their remarks. "What the hell was that?" "Set your blasters to stun." Then they emerged at the entrance to the shuttle. They began firing at the Barabel, blue rings cascading towards him. But they did not do what they expected, they merely tickled the Barabel. The Barabel made note of how they used the weapon, and copied them. He sent his own blue rings at them, and when they hit them, it brought a smile to the Barabel's lips. The men fell to the floor, twitching and shaking. They would trouble him no longer. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Months, maybe even years passed had passed. After the encounter, the Clones learned to respect the Barabel. He was not just a beast. They swore they would stay with him, for they knew he was not an ordinary sentient. He was once a Jedi Master, the force flowed through his body. The force usually performed amazing things, they did not doubt if they left, he would be back, and he would not spare their lives. They brought him to the Jedi Temple on Kashyyyk, long abandoned. It's archives were pillaged, but a few holocrons remained. The Barabel, who found out his name was Trak Sevril, wasted no time in combing these holocrons for any information on his past. For the clones had told him of his encounter with the Grand Master, and Trak wished to know why he attacked so. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- With the Jedi Temple at his fingers, he was able to harness the force once more. Once he learned how to utilize it, he felt distant memories come back to him. His past with the Jedi came back, his knowledge of the force, returned, but he was still not whole. But he was near. The clones had stuck with him, after all this time. After a few mind-rubs with the force, Trak was able to alter the Clone's mind-set. Instead of following the Jedi, they now believed they followed him, they would do anything he wished, like they once did with the Jedi. His first order for them, was to bring back his effects. For he knew of the Criada De Justicia, and never before had he believed more in their cause. The Clones naturally obliged. The Jedi still thinking they were with them, had no problem with giving them entrance to his weaponry. They brought it back like the faithful servants they were. Once Trak took hold of his Justice Staff, he felt all the memories lost to him return. For the Staff was only usable by him, and thus, it remembered him. To do so, it must have made a copy of his aura, as well as his memories. Trak was easily able to access these, and bring them back. Trak Sevril, was back. (( Since there are no set time periods in this role play, years have passed since Saturday, at least for Trak. In which time, he was able to recover his memories, and is now back to normal. Didn't like not knowing who I was. )) |
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