Following in the footsteps of his ancestors was the only path Tyga thought of when he was given to the Jedi Order as a youngling many years ago to be trained in the ways of the Force. Every time he was engaged in battles with the enemies’ of Clan Arcona, the energy of his ancestors swirled around him and protected him, with the bloodlines going right back to the beginning of recorded history.
But he was taking a short break from clan activities, so he’d returned home to the Core Worlds and was spending a day at the family mansion. Wandering through the mansion, he found himself at the entrance to the library. This was where Clan Nilim and Clan Acyk kept their family history - ancient tomes which spoke of ancestors long passed who followed both the Dark and Light and somewhere in-between to protect the galaxy from any and all threats, alongside many ancient family heirlooms.
Opening the heavy wooden door, Tyga entered and his eyes took in the endless shelves of tomes and family heirlooms. He wandered past the shelves and looked at the heirlooms, thinking of the stories they could tell. Tyga had heard endless stories about his Mandalorian and Twi’lek ancestors over the years and their brave deeds in protecting the galaxy from those who wanted to take it and control it.
His green eyes fell on an old, leather-wrapped lightsaber hilt sitting on a stand in a far corner of the library. Holding an outstretched hand towards it, the hilt gravitated towards him in acceptance and rested in his open palm. Wrapping his fingers around it, he inspected the hilt, looking at its detailing and and functioning Kyber crystal held inside of it. His thumb moved up to the ignition switch and hovered over it, before Tyga ignited it on an instinct and out of habit. It lit up a vibrant bright green, humming away in his grasp. Turning it over, and trying some of his Niman movements with it, the ancient lightsaber performed flawlessly and also without any major issue while in his skilfull hands.
Tyga then returned the lightsaber to its stand and his eyes moved towards an old, leatherbound tome that had faded Aurebesh inscribed upon the cracked cover. Taking a seat at the prominent oak table, he opened it and began to read its contents. The tome described these events of the Infinite Empire’s violent subjugation and enslavement of every part of the galaxy. His finger stopped tracing words as his eyes fell upon the surname “Nilim” and he felt they were related through an ancient ancestor.
During the Infinite Empire’s reign, they captured a Twi’lek Force user amongst others during a raid on Tython and they tried to break him and turn him into one of their Force Hounds. He rebelled and freed ellow prisoners, overtook the prison and thus he escaped from the planet. Reading through the family tome more, Tyga discovered this ancestor’s name was also Tyga, the first recorded use of the name in history. From the holocrons contained in the tome, the pair looked identical, right down to the body tattoos, so he was glad to be carrying on Tyga’s bloodline and devotion to protecting those who were defenseless. Other holocrons in the tome described life in the Je’daii Order and his rise to Master rank, along with countless battles against the forces of the Dark Je’daii and later on the Sith.
“To those who have come before me in my family, thank you for your lives and your sacrifices…”
After coming to the end of the story, Tyga closed the tome and he sat in silence, praying for those of his family who had come before him, giving him the opportunities that he had in the Brotherhood.