Post by me on Jan 8, 2008 15:17:28 GMT 10
OOC: OK, This is more of an autobiography/fanfic, so whoever actually reads this, may god bless your soul... after I steal it of course...
The problem with any idea is the fact that the more it gets bandied about, the more feasible it seems to become. Something that can start off as idle chatter can lead to becoming an obligation if enough people draw attention to it. My name is Slayn Schneider and this apparently is my Auto Biography, it wasn't my idea to write down my life story, but my traveling companions insisted I write it down. Why can't people just understand that just because I'm willing to talk about my life, doesn't mean I'm ready to start writing about it. As a case in point, this all started when we hijacked a space cruiser to escape from the planet Onderon, the ships engine blew out, and now we're stuck in the middle of no where. The thought of my appending death made me want to tell my diverse party members my tale. If you thought you were going to die, wouldn't you want to tell at least somebody the story of your life? Well anyway, as I was in the middle of spilling my guts out they decide that they would much rather read about my adventures than listen to it. Can you believe that? What's wrong with the youth today? To make matters worse they brought Adara into this mess.
I'll admit right here that it was my own fault, I don't have the heart to say no to her after what I did to her sister. I've kept that guilt buried in my heart for five years. Well I'm getting way ahead of myself and I'm starting to ramble, you'll notice I tend to do that from time to time. Let me begin this story where all stories are begun, at the beginning.
I was born on the largest moon that orbits Nal Hutta, the moon called Nar Shadaa, If you never been there (which I doubt) picture how coruscant would look if it was run by a Hutt. The place is just as corrupt as a Rodian Smuggler, just as ugly too. Probably my least favorite place in the outer rim, and sadly, probably my most visited place.
My family was far from rich, my father died before I was born so that left my Mom all alone, with me. The lack of occupation options for a single woman with a child forced my Mom to become a Harlot. Of course, at the time I didn't understand what was going on, but looking back I'm fairly sure that's what she was.
Her line of work would eventually lead to her death, I was about five or six. I remember that I cried about it for a long time, though I have to admit that I can no longer remember her face. I remember the gentleness of her hands and the fresh cuts and bruises she used to come home with, but I can't remember her face. Isn't that odd?
Evidently, my Mother was murdered by one of her customers, I know this for a fact because he kept reminding me of it everyday. The man's name was Demetri, after he killed my Mother I guess he decided to keep me as a trophy or something. The funny thing about that is, he was Married with kids. He fabricated this elaborate story to his wife of how he selflessly defended me from these Gamorrean thugs who for no apparent reason wanted me dead. That is how I ended having to live and serve a man who I hated. His Wife was nice to me, and I was rather fond of her. She let me call her Auntie. I always wondered how such a sweet woman can end up with a man like Demetri. Not only was she sweet, but good looking too. I remember as I got older hiding out in her room to watch her dress on occasion. I can't remember if it was out of lust or if it was just innocent curiosity. Whatever it was, it didn't matter when Demetri caught me sneaking in the room this one time. If I remember anything of my youth, it would definitely be the beating he gave me. Auntie tried to reason with him but that just shifted his anger toward her, maybe that was her plan all along...
They had two kids, a boy and a girl. The boy I used to call Dee, because I thought his real name was far too long and ostentatious to say on a regular basis. Dee and I got along fairly well, he sometimes would try to take advantage of me because their family 'Owned' me, but other than that, he was cool. Dee was two years my senior and because of that he believed he knew all there was to know about life, I would often laugh at his attempts to lecture me on subjects he didn't fully understand himself.
His sister's name was Dedara, and she liked me quite a bit, maybe a little too much for my own good. Her Father threatened to cut my hand of if I ever touched her. This got increasingly more difficult as we got older. Can you imagine having to suppress those feelings when you're just starting puberty? It's like putting a Rancor monster in the same room with a herd of Bantha and expecting them not to get eaten.
It was around my Fourteenth birthday when I first met the Bounty Hunter Serith Maxis. Demetri and Auntie had a falling out over the years and Demetri wanted her dead. Of course Demetri never really met Serith in person, he didn't want to be seen with his kind so he sent me to do his dirty work. Looking back I should probably be grateful to him. If I didn't meet Serith that day I probably would've turned out to be a completely different person. I was supposed to meet up with him in the local Cantina in Nar Shadaa and brief him on what my 'Master' wanted him to do and pay him up front. However, the bouncer didn't even let me into the cantina, I bet that's something that ol' Demetri didn't bother to take into account. The bouncer was a Twilek male who fortunately for me spoke basic. "Where do you think you're going boy?"
"Um," I replied with a vague gesture toward the cantina, "In there.."
"Is that right? Well sorry to spoil your plans but there is no way I'm letting you in here, go back home."
"But I'm supposed to meet someone there!" I know what you're thinking, but keep in mind that this is before I ever learned how to lie, it didn't come as instinctively to me as it does with some other people.
"Who?" I could tell by the mans voice he was clearly getting irritated by me, after all I was keeping him from watching all the cantina dancer's. To be honest I never really understood all the fuss over the dancers in a cantina, if you've seen one, you've seen them all. Not only that, isn't it frighteningly similar to window shopping? I for one never found any particular enjoyment in watching something I can't afford. Sorry, I'm getting off topic again..
"Serith Maxis." I told him confidently, he seemed to have found that funny, because he laughed at that for quite sometime, even going as far as choking on his own saliva. I was surprised at how long it took him to realize that I wasn't joking.
"Wait are you trying to be serious?" I thought that was a rather stupid question to ask, and for some reason I was offended by it.
"No, I'm not 'trying' to be serious, I am serious. Though by looking at you, I can see how you can mistake that with the funniest joke ever." My last comment seem to offend him about as much as his question offended me.
"Well I'm going to tell you this once boy, Serith wouldn't want to meet with you, so go home unless you want a blaster bolt between your eyes." Needless to say I was frightened, of course we were insulting each other but that doesn't mean he had to go and threaten me, I was still a kid.
"No thanks, I think I'll just wait for him here." I was a stubborn little bastard wasn't I? Well when I said that the bouncer just about had enough of me, he reached for his blaster and was ready to shoot me. Can you believe how sensitive some people are?
"Hey.." A indifferent voice came from inside the cantina, I looked to find a tall man with medium length scarlet hair. I couldn't tell how old he was because he had a crimson cloak covering the lower half of his face. I'm sure by now you're able to hazard a guess as to who he was, I don't like explaining the obvious anyway. "Are you planning on killing my customer?"
"I-I was only going to scare him a little, to show him to respect his elders!"
Serith raised an eyebrow to that, a gesture I would soon adapt, "Really?" He said in one of the most bored tones you can imagine, "Does that face look scared to you?" Just so you know, I am very good at hiding how I feel, so at that moment I must've seemed fearless.
"N-No, I g-gue-"
"What happened to that magnificent confidence you so masterfully displayed a moment ago?" I just had to add insult to injury, I'm sort of a wise guy, you've might have noticed. He looked back at me with genuine hate, which I found to be sad, he was a grown Twilek and he seemed consider a Fourteen year old boy as an arch enemy.
"Boy," Serith called out to me, "We're leaving, follow me and say bye to your new friend."
"It's been so nice talking with you, we should do it again sometime." I said to the bouncer with a devilish grin, "Until next time."
Serith and I walked for quite sometime in complete silence, it made me feel uncomfortable, and I didn't want to bother him and start talking arbitrarily. I figured if he wanted me to say something he'd just ask. I glanced at Serith, his eyes seemed to be the definition of emotionless. If he has feelings he could even hide them better than I can.
For some reason I looked up to him for that. Does that mean I think Apathy is a admirable trait? Maybe. I mean, if you feel horrible, what good is it to share that with someone else and make them feel bad too? I think the emotional people are just selfish, all they want is to steal attention, it's sad really.
Sometimes I think Serith and I are the only people who understand each other. After a while Serith finally broke the silence, "Boy, What should I call you?"
"Slayn, call me Slayn." I had a ton of smart remarks that popped up in my head at that moment but I thought that I should refrain from saying them.
To him at least.
"Slayn? So Slayn, what does Demetri Ferverweather want me to do?" I couldn't believe it, Demetri told me that the guy didn't know his name, but he not only knew his name, but his last name too. I didn't even know his last name, though I could understand why he wouldn't want to mention it, Ferverweather is a pretty stupid last name. It sounds like a name an amateur writer would come up with when he has writer's block.
"How did you know his name?" Naturally I had to ask him that, it was an impressive feat after all.
"I make a conscious effort to know who my employers are, even if they don't want me to..." He said to me in a icy voice, he was a rather intimating fellow, "What's the job?"
"Demetri wants you to kill his wife, he says he doesn't care how you do it, just make it happen. He is willing to pay 7,000 credits up front and more when the job is done. Though he didn't really specify how much."
"I already don't like this guy..."
"Well it looks like we have something in common." I hoped that Serith wouldn't accept the job, like I said earlier I was rather fond of Auntie. But as it turned out Serith Maxis didn't have as big a conscious as I did back then. I really don't want to get into how the job was done, because it's one of the memories I spent years trying to repress, lets just say I was present when she died. After it was all done with Serith did something I didn't expect, I must've left some kind of impression on him because instead of the credits, he asked for me instead. Of course, Demetri was hesitant at first but Serith insisted, and I think Demetri was intimated by him so he relented.
I couldn't believe it, it was like I was tipping reality in my favor, because I had a dream about this exact same event a week before. You don't have to believe me if you don't want to, but it's the truth. Dedara came up to me and at that moment, she too apparently was listening to the conversation.
"You're not leaving me, are you Slayn?" I looked at her for what felt like hours, a girl can be very delicate at that age, and you have to be considerate to her feelings. I knew that so my response was only natural.
"Don't worry Dedara, I'll come back for you, I promise." Of course I in no way planned to ever fulfill that promise, but it was the nice thing to say, wasn't it? Now that I think about it, that is probably the first time I ever lied, you have to start somewhere. I guess a more valiant person would actually come back for her, but I definitely didn't consider her the Heroine in my story, does that make me a bad person?
So everything was settled I was to be leaving with Serith and a new chapter of my life would start soon, I was excited. I couldn't believe that I would finally leave
the vile man who killed my Mother in cold blood. As Serith and I were walking out, I stopped I nearly forgot to tell Demetri something important, and I knew if I didn't tell him then I'll regret it for a long time.
"Oh Demetri," I said half turned away, "Incidentally, I'd recommend you move from Nar Shadaa, because one day I'm going to kill you.." I said offhandedly, I'm very good at that and I'm sure my last statement set Demetri's teeth on edge for a long time. I was rather proud of myself then.
I spent the next six years of my life with Serith, together we traveled to all sorts of planets, it was an amazing experience really, going to a real planet, especially if you lived on a moon your whole life. I learned a great number of things from Serith, different languages (Which proved to be useful in my later years) Twi'lek, Huttese, Shyriiwook. Shyriiwook is by far my least favorite language, I can't stand it, I know the Wookies are incapable of speaking Basic but that doesn't mean I have to like the way they speak. All those grunts and shreiks and roars is enough to make me want to shoot myself with my own blaster. Why can't they just make a language using their hands or something, I'm even willing to make it and teach it to them. Well enough of my rambling let me get back to the topic at hand.
Serith is the one who taught me how to handle a blaster, not to brag or anything but I was a young prodigy when it came to combat. Vibroblades, Blaster Rifles, Pistols you name it and I probably can handle it effectively. Other than Physical and mental conditioning Serith also imparted to me a lot of his ideals. He taught me that there was no good or bad way to earn credits. Also, never make exceptions for anybody, if your unwilling to kill one person what gives you the right to kill another. Justice and Evil is all a matter of perspective, all this is only a part of the code of Serith. He also taught me about the Jedi, I always was a little skeptical about all that crap about 'The force', I personally think the Jedi are just a group of people who think they're better than everyone else because they can do a bunch of cheap tricks. Yeah I learned all about their ridiculous rules and about all that metachlorian mumbo-jumbo but I still wasn't impressed. Dark Jedi on the other hand creep me out, first they all look like they've been dead for a week, I've seriously have seen dead people who looked less cadaverous than a Dark Jedi. Not only are each of them annoying, they have this whole bickering thing going on and they think it's a cool idea to drag everyone else into it. The only Dark Jedi that I can say sounded like a interesting person would be Darth Revan,
his story is fascinating, if I were a Jedi, I can see myself going the same route.
Anyway, I loved the time I spent with Serith, he was the closest thing to a father I ever had. It was exhilarating taking those jobs facing danger and such.
I thought I could live like that forever, sadly I would find out many times in the next few years that nothing lasts forever..
I was about Twenty when Serith decided we should go to Tatooine, I thought that maybe we had something to do there, but as it turned out, I was terribly mistaken. I felt a peculiar wrench and a kind of sense of profound loss when we arrived at Tatooine he said, "This is as far as we go together boy, take care..." Maybe it was the abruptness that upset me most, or maybe it was his indifference. I spent years with this man, he practically raised me and now he wants us to go our separate ways with even giving me an explanation?
"Where are you going?" I asked him.
"What difference does it make? Where ever it is, we're not heading there together. You're an adult now, take care of yourself." I couldn't believe my ears, did he just dismiss me? Needless to say I wasn't gracious as I gathered my belongings off of his ship and got off. When I looked back he actually took off, and left me there in Tatooine of all places! For the first time in my life, I was completely alone.
The problem with any idea is the fact that the more it gets bandied about, the more feasible it seems to become. Something that can start off as idle chatter can lead to becoming an obligation if enough people draw attention to it. My name is Slayn Schneider and this apparently is my Auto Biography, it wasn't my idea to write down my life story, but my traveling companions insisted I write it down. Why can't people just understand that just because I'm willing to talk about my life, doesn't mean I'm ready to start writing about it. As a case in point, this all started when we hijacked a space cruiser to escape from the planet Onderon, the ships engine blew out, and now we're stuck in the middle of no where. The thought of my appending death made me want to tell my diverse party members my tale. If you thought you were going to die, wouldn't you want to tell at least somebody the story of your life? Well anyway, as I was in the middle of spilling my guts out they decide that they would much rather read about my adventures than listen to it. Can you believe that? What's wrong with the youth today? To make matters worse they brought Adara into this mess.
I'll admit right here that it was my own fault, I don't have the heart to say no to her after what I did to her sister. I've kept that guilt buried in my heart for five years. Well I'm getting way ahead of myself and I'm starting to ramble, you'll notice I tend to do that from time to time. Let me begin this story where all stories are begun, at the beginning.
I was born on the largest moon that orbits Nal Hutta, the moon called Nar Shadaa, If you never been there (which I doubt) picture how coruscant would look if it was run by a Hutt. The place is just as corrupt as a Rodian Smuggler, just as ugly too. Probably my least favorite place in the outer rim, and sadly, probably my most visited place.
My family was far from rich, my father died before I was born so that left my Mom all alone, with me. The lack of occupation options for a single woman with a child forced my Mom to become a Harlot. Of course, at the time I didn't understand what was going on, but looking back I'm fairly sure that's what she was.
Her line of work would eventually lead to her death, I was about five or six. I remember that I cried about it for a long time, though I have to admit that I can no longer remember her face. I remember the gentleness of her hands and the fresh cuts and bruises she used to come home with, but I can't remember her face. Isn't that odd?
Evidently, my Mother was murdered by one of her customers, I know this for a fact because he kept reminding me of it everyday. The man's name was Demetri, after he killed my Mother I guess he decided to keep me as a trophy or something. The funny thing about that is, he was Married with kids. He fabricated this elaborate story to his wife of how he selflessly defended me from these Gamorrean thugs who for no apparent reason wanted me dead. That is how I ended having to live and serve a man who I hated. His Wife was nice to me, and I was rather fond of her. She let me call her Auntie. I always wondered how such a sweet woman can end up with a man like Demetri. Not only was she sweet, but good looking too. I remember as I got older hiding out in her room to watch her dress on occasion. I can't remember if it was out of lust or if it was just innocent curiosity. Whatever it was, it didn't matter when Demetri caught me sneaking in the room this one time. If I remember anything of my youth, it would definitely be the beating he gave me. Auntie tried to reason with him but that just shifted his anger toward her, maybe that was her plan all along...
They had two kids, a boy and a girl. The boy I used to call Dee, because I thought his real name was far too long and ostentatious to say on a regular basis. Dee and I got along fairly well, he sometimes would try to take advantage of me because their family 'Owned' me, but other than that, he was cool. Dee was two years my senior and because of that he believed he knew all there was to know about life, I would often laugh at his attempts to lecture me on subjects he didn't fully understand himself.
His sister's name was Dedara, and she liked me quite a bit, maybe a little too much for my own good. Her Father threatened to cut my hand of if I ever touched her. This got increasingly more difficult as we got older. Can you imagine having to suppress those feelings when you're just starting puberty? It's like putting a Rancor monster in the same room with a herd of Bantha and expecting them not to get eaten.
It was around my Fourteenth birthday when I first met the Bounty Hunter Serith Maxis. Demetri and Auntie had a falling out over the years and Demetri wanted her dead. Of course Demetri never really met Serith in person, he didn't want to be seen with his kind so he sent me to do his dirty work. Looking back I should probably be grateful to him. If I didn't meet Serith that day I probably would've turned out to be a completely different person. I was supposed to meet up with him in the local Cantina in Nar Shadaa and brief him on what my 'Master' wanted him to do and pay him up front. However, the bouncer didn't even let me into the cantina, I bet that's something that ol' Demetri didn't bother to take into account. The bouncer was a Twilek male who fortunately for me spoke basic. "Where do you think you're going boy?"
"Um," I replied with a vague gesture toward the cantina, "In there.."
"Is that right? Well sorry to spoil your plans but there is no way I'm letting you in here, go back home."
"But I'm supposed to meet someone there!" I know what you're thinking, but keep in mind that this is before I ever learned how to lie, it didn't come as instinctively to me as it does with some other people.
"Who?" I could tell by the mans voice he was clearly getting irritated by me, after all I was keeping him from watching all the cantina dancer's. To be honest I never really understood all the fuss over the dancers in a cantina, if you've seen one, you've seen them all. Not only that, isn't it frighteningly similar to window shopping? I for one never found any particular enjoyment in watching something I can't afford. Sorry, I'm getting off topic again..
"Serith Maxis." I told him confidently, he seemed to have found that funny, because he laughed at that for quite sometime, even going as far as choking on his own saliva. I was surprised at how long it took him to realize that I wasn't joking.
"Wait are you trying to be serious?" I thought that was a rather stupid question to ask, and for some reason I was offended by it.
"No, I'm not 'trying' to be serious, I am serious. Though by looking at you, I can see how you can mistake that with the funniest joke ever." My last comment seem to offend him about as much as his question offended me.
"Well I'm going to tell you this once boy, Serith wouldn't want to meet with you, so go home unless you want a blaster bolt between your eyes." Needless to say I was frightened, of course we were insulting each other but that doesn't mean he had to go and threaten me, I was still a kid.
"No thanks, I think I'll just wait for him here." I was a stubborn little bastard wasn't I? Well when I said that the bouncer just about had enough of me, he reached for his blaster and was ready to shoot me. Can you believe how sensitive some people are?
"Hey.." A indifferent voice came from inside the cantina, I looked to find a tall man with medium length scarlet hair. I couldn't tell how old he was because he had a crimson cloak covering the lower half of his face. I'm sure by now you're able to hazard a guess as to who he was, I don't like explaining the obvious anyway. "Are you planning on killing my customer?"
"I-I was only going to scare him a little, to show him to respect his elders!"
Serith raised an eyebrow to that, a gesture I would soon adapt, "Really?" He said in one of the most bored tones you can imagine, "Does that face look scared to you?" Just so you know, I am very good at hiding how I feel, so at that moment I must've seemed fearless.
"N-No, I g-gue-"
"What happened to that magnificent confidence you so masterfully displayed a moment ago?" I just had to add insult to injury, I'm sort of a wise guy, you've might have noticed. He looked back at me with genuine hate, which I found to be sad, he was a grown Twilek and he seemed consider a Fourteen year old boy as an arch enemy.
"Boy," Serith called out to me, "We're leaving, follow me and say bye to your new friend."
"It's been so nice talking with you, we should do it again sometime." I said to the bouncer with a devilish grin, "Until next time."
Serith and I walked for quite sometime in complete silence, it made me feel uncomfortable, and I didn't want to bother him and start talking arbitrarily. I figured if he wanted me to say something he'd just ask. I glanced at Serith, his eyes seemed to be the definition of emotionless. If he has feelings he could even hide them better than I can.
For some reason I looked up to him for that. Does that mean I think Apathy is a admirable trait? Maybe. I mean, if you feel horrible, what good is it to share that with someone else and make them feel bad too? I think the emotional people are just selfish, all they want is to steal attention, it's sad really.
Sometimes I think Serith and I are the only people who understand each other. After a while Serith finally broke the silence, "Boy, What should I call you?"
"Slayn, call me Slayn." I had a ton of smart remarks that popped up in my head at that moment but I thought that I should refrain from saying them.
To him at least.
"Slayn? So Slayn, what does Demetri Ferverweather want me to do?" I couldn't believe it, Demetri told me that the guy didn't know his name, but he not only knew his name, but his last name too. I didn't even know his last name, though I could understand why he wouldn't want to mention it, Ferverweather is a pretty stupid last name. It sounds like a name an amateur writer would come up with when he has writer's block.
"How did you know his name?" Naturally I had to ask him that, it was an impressive feat after all.
"I make a conscious effort to know who my employers are, even if they don't want me to..." He said to me in a icy voice, he was a rather intimating fellow, "What's the job?"
"Demetri wants you to kill his wife, he says he doesn't care how you do it, just make it happen. He is willing to pay 7,000 credits up front and more when the job is done. Though he didn't really specify how much."
"I already don't like this guy..."
"Well it looks like we have something in common." I hoped that Serith wouldn't accept the job, like I said earlier I was rather fond of Auntie. But as it turned out Serith Maxis didn't have as big a conscious as I did back then. I really don't want to get into how the job was done, because it's one of the memories I spent years trying to repress, lets just say I was present when she died. After it was all done with Serith did something I didn't expect, I must've left some kind of impression on him because instead of the credits, he asked for me instead. Of course, Demetri was hesitant at first but Serith insisted, and I think Demetri was intimated by him so he relented.
I couldn't believe it, it was like I was tipping reality in my favor, because I had a dream about this exact same event a week before. You don't have to believe me if you don't want to, but it's the truth. Dedara came up to me and at that moment, she too apparently was listening to the conversation.
"You're not leaving me, are you Slayn?" I looked at her for what felt like hours, a girl can be very delicate at that age, and you have to be considerate to her feelings. I knew that so my response was only natural.
"Don't worry Dedara, I'll come back for you, I promise." Of course I in no way planned to ever fulfill that promise, but it was the nice thing to say, wasn't it? Now that I think about it, that is probably the first time I ever lied, you have to start somewhere. I guess a more valiant person would actually come back for her, but I definitely didn't consider her the Heroine in my story, does that make me a bad person?
So everything was settled I was to be leaving with Serith and a new chapter of my life would start soon, I was excited. I couldn't believe that I would finally leave
the vile man who killed my Mother in cold blood. As Serith and I were walking out, I stopped I nearly forgot to tell Demetri something important, and I knew if I didn't tell him then I'll regret it for a long time.
"Oh Demetri," I said half turned away, "Incidentally, I'd recommend you move from Nar Shadaa, because one day I'm going to kill you.." I said offhandedly, I'm very good at that and I'm sure my last statement set Demetri's teeth on edge for a long time. I was rather proud of myself then.
I spent the next six years of my life with Serith, together we traveled to all sorts of planets, it was an amazing experience really, going to a real planet, especially if you lived on a moon your whole life. I learned a great number of things from Serith, different languages (Which proved to be useful in my later years) Twi'lek, Huttese, Shyriiwook. Shyriiwook is by far my least favorite language, I can't stand it, I know the Wookies are incapable of speaking Basic but that doesn't mean I have to like the way they speak. All those grunts and shreiks and roars is enough to make me want to shoot myself with my own blaster. Why can't they just make a language using their hands or something, I'm even willing to make it and teach it to them. Well enough of my rambling let me get back to the topic at hand.
Serith is the one who taught me how to handle a blaster, not to brag or anything but I was a young prodigy when it came to combat. Vibroblades, Blaster Rifles, Pistols you name it and I probably can handle it effectively. Other than Physical and mental conditioning Serith also imparted to me a lot of his ideals. He taught me that there was no good or bad way to earn credits. Also, never make exceptions for anybody, if your unwilling to kill one person what gives you the right to kill another. Justice and Evil is all a matter of perspective, all this is only a part of the code of Serith. He also taught me about the Jedi, I always was a little skeptical about all that crap about 'The force', I personally think the Jedi are just a group of people who think they're better than everyone else because they can do a bunch of cheap tricks. Yeah I learned all about their ridiculous rules and about all that metachlorian mumbo-jumbo but I still wasn't impressed. Dark Jedi on the other hand creep me out, first they all look like they've been dead for a week, I've seriously have seen dead people who looked less cadaverous than a Dark Jedi. Not only are each of them annoying, they have this whole bickering thing going on and they think it's a cool idea to drag everyone else into it. The only Dark Jedi that I can say sounded like a interesting person would be Darth Revan,
his story is fascinating, if I were a Jedi, I can see myself going the same route.
Anyway, I loved the time I spent with Serith, he was the closest thing to a father I ever had. It was exhilarating taking those jobs facing danger and such.
I thought I could live like that forever, sadly I would find out many times in the next few years that nothing lasts forever..
I was about Twenty when Serith decided we should go to Tatooine, I thought that maybe we had something to do there, but as it turned out, I was terribly mistaken. I felt a peculiar wrench and a kind of sense of profound loss when we arrived at Tatooine he said, "This is as far as we go together boy, take care..." Maybe it was the abruptness that upset me most, or maybe it was his indifference. I spent years with this man, he practically raised me and now he wants us to go our separate ways with even giving me an explanation?
"Where are you going?" I asked him.
"What difference does it make? Where ever it is, we're not heading there together. You're an adult now, take care of yourself." I couldn't believe my ears, did he just dismiss me? Needless to say I wasn't gracious as I gathered my belongings off of his ship and got off. When I looked back he actually took off, and left me there in Tatooine of all places! For the first time in my life, I was completely alone.
