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Hector Von Ricmore
Nal Hutta
The encounter with the Coruscant broker had been bizarre, ending a conversation with a Mando’a phrase was unusual. The Clawdite had no idea what the man had said as he did not speak the language.
Truth be told, the longer he spent among Mandalorians the more he foun...
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Hector Von Ricmore
Nal Hutta
The encounter with the Coruscant broker had been bizarre, ending a conversation with a Mando’a phrase was unusual. The Clawdite had no idea what the man had said as he did not speak the language.
Truth be told, the longer he spent among Mandalorians the more he found them grating. Many, but not all, of the Mandalorians he encountered had been arrogant in their skill and pretentious in their attitude. The galaxy required a more flexible demeanor in Hector’s opinion, if one was to truly thrive out here in the unknown regions.
The trip to Hutta had been uneventful. The mere sight of his heavily armed Gozanti deterred most pirates. Those with the firepower to potentially take his vessel had difficulty keeping up with the speed of the C-ROC retrofitted ship. This was meant to be a relatively simple bounty; the Force user was content to avoid excess troubles.
It cost an exorbitant fee to access the primary landing platform at Nal Hutta, the slimy creatures who ran the world always eager to make a quick credit. The bounty would pay off such a fee, but it still left Hector grumbling as he boarded his landspeeder and left the platform.
Nal Hutta was a filthy cesspit of the galaxy. But the Hutts were no fools. Crime was allowed, even encouraged, some might say. Yet the overlords kept tabs on everyone. Information was rife for the taking if one knew where to look, and had the credits to spare.
Hector traveled about an hour away from the platform in his landspeeder. His destination? An old Hutt safe house run by a self styled gangster named Thorn. The Weequay was one of many who kept tabs on the visitors of Hutta. And he was a being that could be bought.
The bribe was a half ton container of spice, produced at the spice refinery owned by Juda Graves prior to his disappearance. The Clawdite reminded himself to check on the building in the future. After the Clan Vizsla leadership change many of their records had been deleted with little explanation, he could find no mention of the old production building, or even his shop for that matter.
But now was not the time to dwell on such matters. He had a target to secure.
Thorn had accepted the spice eagerly. And he was willing to share what he knew.
”Porgaan Ranguad eh? Twitchy little thing. The rodian landed two rotations ago. Took a bit to get ‘is bearings with ‘im jumping at shadows. Last I heard the coward was in town for black market blaster modifications. You know how they are Hector. They feel like a big man when they carry a big gun.”
He did know indeed. In unfamiliar territory and surrounded by enemies the Rodian wanted a safety line. A better blaster wasn’t a bad way to do it.
Thanking Thorn for his help, Hector returned to his landspeeder and began the trip to the nearby town. Radian’s packed one hell of a stench; Porgaan would not be difficult to find.
The waiting was the hardest part.
Hector found himself in a local establishment, The Drunken Dactyl. The owner, a Kaminoan named Naila Ke, would serve anyone provided they had the credits to spare.
With his coin purse a little lighter; Hector had a small table to himself. He waited patiently for his target and took the time to enjoy a meal. Today he had chosen to indulge in landshrimp and kaadu skewers with extra butter.
While he waited he pondered how he would deal with his target. Guile and lies were certainly an option but he felt the need to test himself. To make sure he hadn’t yet gone soft.
Before long he caught the stench of something truly vile. And then the visual of his target, accompanied by the beeping of the tracking fob. He could have used the device to locate the Rodian earlier. But it was good to avoid relying on such technology all the time. He had to keep his skills sharp.
Rising from his seat, Hector tossed a few credit chits on the counter. Naila’s culinary ability was impeccable as always.
Stepping out of the establishment he called over to the Rodian.
”Oi Porgaan, over here!”
The twitchy Rodian turned with a jolt and fumbled with a large blaster pistol.
Hector drew his DT-12 at the same time, firing a blue stun blast into the chest of his foe.
Porgaan’s blaster fired harmlessly into the nearby wall, scorching the structure with a massive blaster burn.
Hector gazed at the impression left by the weapon. That would have been dangerous; likely debilitating even with his armor.
The Clawdite tossed a few more credits on the counter to pay for the damages. This outing had set him back more than he liked, but it was worth the cost to stay in the good graces of Naila Ke and Thorn.
Picking up the Rodian, he slung the being over his shoulder. He had a bounty to deliver. Maybe next time he’d pick something that didn’t reek quite so much.
The trees stretched for as far as the sentient eye could see as Tyga made his way through the forest to a particular spot, branches and bracken crunching underfoot. It still had to be here, it just had to - it could not have simply just vanished overnight after years and years of being here, coul...
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The trees stretched for as far as the sentient eye could see as Tyga made his way through the forest to a particular spot, branches and bracken crunching underfoot. It still had to be here, it just had to - it could not have simply just vanished overnight after years and years of being here, could it? If so, obviously the person who had been hired to cut it down was cold inside and they had no conscience.
“Come on now, where are you?” he said to himself as he paid close attention to each and every tree within view, trying to discern the minute differences between each one within this particular stand.
Running his hands over each trunk, he tried to see if the old symbols had been carved into them, no such luck. He pushed deeper into the forest now, the sun still protuding from above the canopy. His hands ran over a nondescript trunk and his fingers came across a particular symbol carved deep into the bark - he was getting warmer, so Tya picked up his pace and kept an eye out for other symbols.
One by one, they appeared and he finally was on the right track. The final symbol he remembered appeared up ahead on an old, towering oak tree and Tyga knew that this was the spot. He began his search of the nearby trees and finally came upon what he had been searching for - a large hollowed out oak tree near a small pile of rocks, big enough to fit several people inside its cavernous hollow - and it had remained untouched and just as he had left it before he was taken in by the Jedi Order.
As soon as Tyga saw this particular oak tree, the memories came flooding back of his childhood, as he played in and around this oak while a child, camping out here and creating a base to use against the Sith on imaginary attacks against their patrols who were on the lookout for him. A smile came across his lips as he remembered the happy times, but then those much darker memories appeared at the forefront of his mind and flashes of that night they came looking, just after he had been taken in by the Jedi. The pirates ransacked the estates, and spent hours combing the forest trying to find the Twi’lek youngling for whomever paid for their services. They were all defeated by his relations, but the happiness of those carefree days as a child had all been tainted by the violent actions of others.
Crawling inside the cavernous opening, Tyga sat with his back up against the trunk and looked out at the forest, remembering all of the times he had spent here as a youngling. He hoped that the tree would stay here for one thousand more years, so his future nieces, nephews and cousins could play under its strong branches and explore its cavern, camp out underneath the stars and also use it for whatever their imaginations could conjure. Resting his head up against the trunk, Tyga picked up a branch that had fallen in the last storm and he moved it around like a lightsaber, evening making the humming. Outside, the sun shone down and birds sang high up above, the forest teeming with life.
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...
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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.