I. Aurek
VictortheMonarch
Victor the Crusader
I scarcely remember much of my life before serving my master, but much of it was quite fond. My mother was kind, and my father was harsh, but not to the extremes. I played with toys and loved life, until it all came to a crashing halt in a car crash. It was a shame really, I had gotten into a decent college. But never in my wildest dreams did I believe that I would find myself in a fictional universe.
Star Wars was a passion of mine, something I held dearly to my heart. I learned it's lore and everything about it. It turns out, I saved myself a lot of pain. I found myself in the body of a human slave named Kaenen Orvem on Nal Hutta. Apparently from what I could gleam from the bodies memories, he was born the second son of a Corellian nobleman who's eldest was the tiniest bit jealous of the love his father gave his second son. Believing his father was going to pass him in succession of the family ship building company, which was, as to be expected, named after the family, he sold his brother into slavery. Poor kid was worked to the bone, and after two years of harsh labor, he died in a mud hole, which granted me a new life.
I honestly didn't care for the brat. He was snotty, and believed himself above physical labor. Hell, he got himself into trouble with his slave master enough by lashing out, and with the attempts to escape, he earned enough lashings in the first year alone to put even the strongest of men into submission. I mean, you do have to give it to him, to not give up after being beaten down again and again. but it was quite pitiful in many remarks.
I worked hard for a month under my slaver, and my reward? I was sold, sold to my master... she is a beautiful Chiss woman named Cammu'imale'rusird. Harsh, yet kind, she treated me far better than anyone else had in the universe. Of course not without reason. I, apparently, was descent of Tulak Hord, a Sith lord that I knew from my obsession with Star Wars. She herself was Sith, Darth Khaldo, to be precise.
She raised me like a mother, with a strict kindness I knew to be fake, but I cared not. I am devoted to this woman, and why wouldn't I? She has taught me everything I know. I hadn't known how to read before meeting her, or to even understand anything but basic. Now? I can read in thirteen languages and speak nine.
I can fight in all six lightsaber forms and am efficient in my use of the Force. I however, am not ready to claim apprenticeship to my master, I am in her words, nothing but a passion project. I am nothing to her, as she has her own apprentice, Darth Gravid. Well, He wasn't a Darth yet, as he had yet to kill Khaldo, but I would not let him harm her. I would defend her to my dying breath if I have to!
But of course, when I tried to get my master to allow me to kill Gravid, to take my rightful place, she laughed. I was too weak she said, a rat to a Ranchor. She told me to never approach Gravid, or that I would taste death itself. Oh could she not see that all I wanted to do was to save her from him? That I wanted to take my place as her apprentice, so that she could live the rest of her life safely? So that the threat of death could not touch her?
But no, she refuses me still. I had enough when the last time I discussed it with her, she choked me to near death, Bacta being all that saved me. I knew that speaking of it would not be what changes things, doing them would solve this dilemma, not arguing. As I slipped on the recreation of my ancestors helmet, all that I could wonder is, how will she react when his guts are split across the floor...?
Star Wars was a passion of mine, something I held dearly to my heart. I learned it's lore and everything about it. It turns out, I saved myself a lot of pain. I found myself in the body of a human slave named Kaenen Orvem on Nal Hutta. Apparently from what I could gleam from the bodies memories, he was born the second son of a Corellian nobleman who's eldest was the tiniest bit jealous of the love his father gave his second son. Believing his father was going to pass him in succession of the family ship building company, which was, as to be expected, named after the family, he sold his brother into slavery. Poor kid was worked to the bone, and after two years of harsh labor, he died in a mud hole, which granted me a new life.
I honestly didn't care for the brat. He was snotty, and believed himself above physical labor. Hell, he got himself into trouble with his slave master enough by lashing out, and with the attempts to escape, he earned enough lashings in the first year alone to put even the strongest of men into submission. I mean, you do have to give it to him, to not give up after being beaten down again and again. but it was quite pitiful in many remarks.
I worked hard for a month under my slaver, and my reward? I was sold, sold to my master... she is a beautiful Chiss woman named Cammu'imale'rusird. Harsh, yet kind, she treated me far better than anyone else had in the universe. Of course not without reason. I, apparently, was descent of Tulak Hord, a Sith lord that I knew from my obsession with Star Wars. She herself was Sith, Darth Khaldo, to be precise.
She raised me like a mother, with a strict kindness I knew to be fake, but I cared not. I am devoted to this woman, and why wouldn't I? She has taught me everything I know. I hadn't known how to read before meeting her, or to even understand anything but basic. Now? I can read in thirteen languages and speak nine.
I can fight in all six lightsaber forms and am efficient in my use of the Force. I however, am not ready to claim apprenticeship to my master, I am in her words, nothing but a passion project. I am nothing to her, as she has her own apprentice, Darth Gravid. Well, He wasn't a Darth yet, as he had yet to kill Khaldo, but I would not let him harm her. I would defend her to my dying breath if I have to!
But of course, when I tried to get my master to allow me to kill Gravid, to take my rightful place, she laughed. I was too weak she said, a rat to a Ranchor. She told me to never approach Gravid, or that I would taste death itself. Oh could she not see that all I wanted to do was to save her from him? That I wanted to take my place as her apprentice, so that she could live the rest of her life safely? So that the threat of death could not touch her?
But no, she refuses me still. I had enough when the last time I discussed it with her, she choked me to near death, Bacta being all that saved me. I knew that speaking of it would not be what changes things, doing them would solve this dilemma, not arguing. As I slipped on the recreation of my ancestors helmet, all that I could wonder is, how will she react when his guts are split across the floor...?
