Post by Juzt on Dec 20, 2011 6:41:37 GMT -5
Name: Kalan D'ravk
Race: Miraluka
Age: 13
Height: 5ft
Weight: 105lbs
Appearance:
Like all Miraluka, Kalan, is blind to visible light and lacks eyes. He realises that sometimes other species find his lack of eyes disconcerting, and he quite likes that people can't guess what he is thinking or what his feelings are by looking at his eyes, as he has none. To cover his vestigial eye sockets, like many Miraluka he wears a covering, a piece of tough cloth from his old mining uniform, tied round his head.
He is quite disinterested in his personal appearance, what clothes look like mean very little to him. His short blond hair, is often messy and unkempt despite his Masters attempts to smarten him up he remains resolutely untidy. Beyond wearing the traditional robes of a youngling, he can often be seen wondering about the Temple in a black or grey shirt with black trousers. Quite often he also walks about bare foot, like he had done in the mines where he developed tough feet. On other occasions he will reluctantly wear black or brown soft boots
Personality: At first sight, he is a cheerful boy faultlessly polite and with a lively sense of humor. However, if any of his former clan were asked to be more descriptive than the first sentence, they would find it hard. He carefully shields his feelings from his fellow younglings, and when away from the sight of his Masters is quite distant from them. Bellow his sunny exterior is a lot of anger, though it all seems to be directed inwards. Despite not being the most talented, he throws himself whole heartedly into Jedi learning, being one of the more eager and hard working students.
Like many of his race, he is generally cautious especially around Knights and Masters. Generally he is quite uneasy in thier presence often concerned that they can see through him and read his thoughts like a book. When he is amongst younglings he is oftne happy as he really enjoys being around those younger than himself, and is often very happy to play with them. He also is quite protective of them. As a youngling his masters were often annoyed, as he is incredibly disorganised never quite knowing where he was meant to be at any given time. He used to often rely purely on following other members of his clan, who knew where they were meant to be. His memory for the mundane parts of life, time tables and alike was terrible.
Birth place: Alpheridies
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan.
Lightsaber:A large bulky hilted lightsaber that belonged to his master's former apprentice somthing he is unaware of.
randomsabers.com/saber.php?name=Magnus
Color: Orange
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 2
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 1
Telepathic: 2
Body: 1
Sense: 3
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: Force Sight
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 3
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: 1
Bio: Age: 0-4
He was born in a remote hillside area of the Miraluka's adopted home world to Cassad D'ravk a Jedi Knight, who had broken the code and fallen in love with another Miraluka called Rellia who lived within the vicinity of the Jedi academy on Alperidies (The Culu Memorial Centre). Soon Rellia fell pregnant, and the Cassad had to work hard to keep his family a secret from other Jedi.
Cassad was sent on a mission, to uncover a potential plot that the Jedi had become aware of, to assassinate the Senate of the Republic. Unfortunately during this mission Cassad was killed, but not before unveiling the terrorists responsible for the plot. Also in his final moments, he confessed his relationship to the Jedi, in the hopes that his widow would be notified of his death.
A Jedi, Ferros Baor informed Rellia of his death. She was completely devastated, and flew into a rage blaming the Jedi Order for her Husband's death. She declared loudly to the Ferros that were her child to be force-sensitive enough to become a Jedi, she would resist any effort to admit the child into the Order. This she promised in deadly earnest. Shortly after a son was born, whom she named Kalan.
Upon his birth, he was tested and was unsurprisingly found to be force-sensitive enough to train as a Jedi. His mother was furious, and was determined more than ever that her son should not become a Jedi. The Jedi watchman was disappointed but accepted Rellia's wishes. However, one of Cassad's closest friends in the Order Ferros Baor, was sure that Cassad would have wanted his son to become a Jedi. Ferros felt he owed Cassad, who had once save his life. So he attempted to pressurise and cajole Rellia into giving the child up to the Jedi. He even resorted to threatening to kill her or kidnap the boy, if she would not agree. His grief and anger over Cassad's death warping him.
Rellia stalled the Jedi as much as possible. However, once her son reached 4 years old, she secured passage on a freighter, to escape Ferros, hoping her money would reach far enough to take herself and her son from the Republic. Ironically they would end up not leaving the Republic. The freighter Captain, in fact worked for gangster on Ryloth, the Twi'lek home world. The Captain, went visiting star systems offering safe travel elsewhere and once he had such desperate people aboard his ship, he would take them to Ryloth to be sold as slaves into the illegal spice mining operations on the planet. Once she realised this was happening she attempted to escape, and was killed for her troubles, leaving her son on his own.
Age: 4-6
Initially, the small boy was considered useless to the Gangsters. He was really to young to perform any useful work, and on top of all that he had no eyes like all Miraluka. The Gangsters were unaware of his species capacity to see through the force. The boss decided to cruelly leave the young boy in the mines, and abandon him in the dark, hoping he would starve to death. They jokingly asked him to find a new vein of spice in the mine. Several hours later, the boy made his way back, to the astonishment of the gangster's. He also brought a sample of spice from a new vein he had found in the mines. Initially they did not believe he found a vein, and thought he had simply picked the spice from else where and had been lucky enough to find his way back. So They ordered him to show them where he had found the vein and he led them through the black maw of the mines right to the vein he had discovered. It was then they realised his value. A worker, who did not require lamps to see where he was going, who could work in complete darkness, protecting the light sensitive spice.
So Kalan over the next 2 years, was sent at the head of slave miners, leading them hand in hand into the depths of the mine. Mining was dangerous work, cave ins happened on a regular basis. The criminals did not maintain the safety equipment. Sometimes the boy could sense a cave in before it was due to happen, but naturally being untrained and very young, he could not always detect when a cave-in would occur. When he could not save some of the miners, he increasingly began to blame himself. The miners also blamed him, some came to believe that a good way to stop being forced into the mines would be to kill him. He survived death thanks only to guards on a couple of occasions. The miners involved were often killed in horrendous ways and despite his youth it served to only deepen his sense of guilt.
Age: 6-9
Luckily, in the years since Kalan was sold into to slavery, the Republic had been stepping up its operations to disrupt the illegal mining and smuggling of spice. Republic security raided the mine in which the boy was held, many of the gangsters were killed or taken into custody. When the surviving slaves were processed, they found Kalan, who was recorded as being of interest to the Jedi Order. He was handed over to the Jedi. There was much debate as to whether a child close to age at which the Jedi would have normally rejected an initiate, should be accepted into the order. However, many of the Masters who taught younglings felt that they could train him to overcome his sense guilt and fear.
His initial few years of training were quite difficult. Not least because of a degree of Agoraphobia having moved from the small enclosed space of the spice mines, to the vast broadness of the Jedi Temple on Courscant. It took some time for his teachers to get him to stop sleeping under his bed and start sleeping on it. In his part, the boy used the Jedi training as a way of distancing himself from his feelings of guilt. While not the most naturally gifted, he threw himself into his training and learning with ferocity stepping ahead of some of his more naturally talented fellows on the basis of pure effort instead of skill.
His relationship with the other younglings could be awkward at best. He was perfectly polite and friendly to them, but he kept an emotional distance from them. Never sharing his thoughts or feelings.
Age: 9-12
Gradually, Kalan increased in confidence in his own abilities. His master's skilful handling of his fragile personality, allowed him to an extent to progress beyond his guilt. He even began to develop a close circle of friends, with whom he was finally able to share many of his thoughts and feelings. He also began to help those of his clan when he saw they were struggling. Often patiently helping them with anything from physical training to the study of philosophy. He believed that by helping others, he was also helping himself.
However he struggled when masters were attempting to develop his leadership skills. Kalan admitted himself that he has no interest in being a leader, as after what had happened to him in his past, he did not want the responsibility for others, as he had in the mines and would far rather follow than lead. He was content to be part of a group, but never at the centre.
Kalan, in combat training and alike was very cautious taking his time and thinking before acting, sometimes to the point of vacillating. Perpetually fearful of making a serious error, he often over thought situations.
As Kalan's 12th Birthday came and went, he began to worry increasingly that he would not be selected as a Padawan by a master. While aware that the cut off was 13, he was still concerned. It was easy to hide his feelings from his fellow clan members, but the older members of the Order were not so easily deceived. He disliked that they could read him like an open book, it made him nervous, worried that because of his feelings of guilt that they would eventually judge him unfit to become a Jedi. While he still had a great deal of time to develop and mature, he persistently over thought his situation worrying himself.
Padawan:
After a series of strange meetings and coincidences with Jedi Master Rune Oki, Oki became interested in the boy and took him under his wing, augmenting his basic lightsaber training. Oki saw potential in the boy if his guilt could be overcome and having been pressured to take a new apprentice, decided to take on Kalan. He presented Kalan with his former apprentice Iago’s lightsaber. Iago had turned to the dark side, but Kalan unaware of its former history gladly took it and became Rune’s Padawan.
RP Sample: Kalan was more than a little intimidated by Jedi Masters, they seemed to know everything. They had all the answers and worst of all they seemed to know all about him. Like he was a holobook laid open for their examination. Hiding his feelings and thoughts from other younglings and even some Padawans was not hard, but Knights and Masters were a different story. He knew they could see his guilt squirming in his body, a poisonous snake twisted in maddening loops around his heart. The Masters felt very different to him, remote cool swirls rippling in the force. Many of his clan had no idea what he meant when he told them, but then they had eyes. It limited them, to only what they saw. Being a Miraluka, Kalan could not “see”, but he a basic sense of silhouettes and shapes, and presences in the Force. Initially many of the other younglings treated him as if he was disabled or damaged in some way, they soon learned that he did “see”, just not how they did. It was early morning, far too early for any lessons, so Kalan's bare feet padded over the cold marble of the Temple's corridors, which were usually full today.
It seemed as if every Jedi in the Galaxy was at the Temple today. He felt them brushing past him. Proud confident Jedi Knights trailed by nervous Padawans always eager to prove their worth. He passed a group of younglings all around 4 or 5, travelling in a serpentine line. Excitable bouncy and locked in a world of certainty. As always the young ones were shepherded round like sheep, on this occasion by a Twi'lek Jedi Master. He heard her speak in gentle soothing tones trying to calm to little ones who seemed to be filled with boundless energy and hyperactivity. He had often overheard Padawan's discussing the natural beauty of Twi'lek females. Obviously Kalan knew little and cared less of that, women were generally uninteresting to him at this point in his life, he did not understand why Padwans especially the older ones were so obsessed with them, talking about them, when they thought their masters were not listening.
One thing Kalan could not deny is the beautiful voices female Twi'leks had. Sing song voices, and this Master certainly had a nice voice. He voice was calming, like the sound of rain hitting a stone. Of cource the small younglings were doing their best to drown out her voice with their excitable voices, she however remained calm. “Ralen stop running. Bassano, leave A'len alone.” The Twi'lek skilfully handled the boisterous children.
This part of the temple was too loud and, too.....big. He shivered as his perceptions surveyed the size of the building. A small twinge of Agoraphobia effecting him for a moment. He felt the need to be alone and in a smaller space.
Walking uncertainly, Kalan found himself in an empty teaching room. Smooth hard mats lined the floor, and he flexed his toes on the warm materiel before taking a seat with his back to a darkened corner of the room. This room was smaller he felt he could breath again. This was the ideal place to think. He carefully removed the cloth from in front of his eye sockets untying it at the back. It was a symbol. Yes he wore it because of the uneasiness he felt in others looking at an eyeless face but it was more than that. It was a symbol of stability,certainty. Whatever the spice mines had been, they had been unchanging, he knew his place in the world, to lead others to their doom in its miserable lonely depths. Humans, Twi'leks, Zabraks, Wookiees, men women and children. He was GUILTY., he did not deserve to be a Jedi. Why did the Masters smile and pretend everything was ok?
He counted quietly on his fingers, only a couple of more months till he was 13. Then he would be shuffled off to do some other job, another failure, another youngling without a Master. Kalan was sad but he understood, how could any Knight or Master want a Padawan who had calmly led others into almost certain death in the spice mines. The terms of his slavery to the Gangsters had been simple, to help those species limited by their sense of sight through the pitch blackness, Kalan did not need light, so the light sensitive spice was safe from intrusive lamps that the other slaves needed to find their way with. The blind leading the seeing. He had helped the Gangsters put those innocent people to work in some of the most awful conditions in the Galaxy, was he not as guilty as the gangsters themselves?
For all his belief that he did not deserve to be a Jedi, it was what he wanted most of all. To be a Padawan, to have stability and certainty. “Maybe then, I can make up for my crimes” He muttered quietly into the room. He often hoped a Master would come who could help him, to be a force for good and right, to ensure he never led people into darkness, but into the blinding light.
Race: Miraluka
Age: 13
Height: 5ft
Weight: 105lbs
Appearance:
Like all Miraluka, Kalan, is blind to visible light and lacks eyes. He realises that sometimes other species find his lack of eyes disconcerting, and he quite likes that people can't guess what he is thinking or what his feelings are by looking at his eyes, as he has none. To cover his vestigial eye sockets, like many Miraluka he wears a covering, a piece of tough cloth from his old mining uniform, tied round his head.
He is quite disinterested in his personal appearance, what clothes look like mean very little to him. His short blond hair, is often messy and unkempt despite his Masters attempts to smarten him up he remains resolutely untidy. Beyond wearing the traditional robes of a youngling, he can often be seen wondering about the Temple in a black or grey shirt with black trousers. Quite often he also walks about bare foot, like he had done in the mines where he developed tough feet. On other occasions he will reluctantly wear black or brown soft boots
Personality: At first sight, he is a cheerful boy faultlessly polite and with a lively sense of humor. However, if any of his former clan were asked to be more descriptive than the first sentence, they would find it hard. He carefully shields his feelings from his fellow younglings, and when away from the sight of his Masters is quite distant from them. Bellow his sunny exterior is a lot of anger, though it all seems to be directed inwards. Despite not being the most talented, he throws himself whole heartedly into Jedi learning, being one of the more eager and hard working students.
Like many of his race, he is generally cautious especially around Knights and Masters. Generally he is quite uneasy in thier presence often concerned that they can see through him and read his thoughts like a book. When he is amongst younglings he is oftne happy as he really enjoys being around those younger than himself, and is often very happy to play with them. He also is quite protective of them. As a youngling his masters were often annoyed, as he is incredibly disorganised never quite knowing where he was meant to be at any given time. He used to often rely purely on following other members of his clan, who knew where they were meant to be. His memory for the mundane parts of life, time tables and alike was terrible.
Birth place: Alpheridies
Faction: Jedi
Rank: Padawan.
Lightsaber:A large bulky hilted lightsaber that belonged to his master's former apprentice somthing he is unaware of.
randomsabers.com/saber.php?name=Magnus
Color: Orange
Practiced Lightsaber forms:
Shii-Cho 2
Makashi
Soresu
Ataru
Shien / Djem So
>>Sub-form Backhanded
Niman
>>Sub-form Jar-kai, or Dual Wield
Juyo
Double Bladed Combat
Force-Sensitive Abilities or practices:
Telekinetic: 1
Telepathic: 2
Body: 1
Sense: 3
Protection: 1
Healing: 1
Destruction: 0
Specialized Skills: Force Sight
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 3
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 3
Leadership: 1
Unarmed: 1
Melee Weapons: 1
Ranged Weapons: 1
Force Attunement: 1
Bio: Age: 0-4
He was born in a remote hillside area of the Miraluka's adopted home world to Cassad D'ravk a Jedi Knight, who had broken the code and fallen in love with another Miraluka called Rellia who lived within the vicinity of the Jedi academy on Alperidies (The Culu Memorial Centre). Soon Rellia fell pregnant, and the Cassad had to work hard to keep his family a secret from other Jedi.
Cassad was sent on a mission, to uncover a potential plot that the Jedi had become aware of, to assassinate the Senate of the Republic. Unfortunately during this mission Cassad was killed, but not before unveiling the terrorists responsible for the plot. Also in his final moments, he confessed his relationship to the Jedi, in the hopes that his widow would be notified of his death.
A Jedi, Ferros Baor informed Rellia of his death. She was completely devastated, and flew into a rage blaming the Jedi Order for her Husband's death. She declared loudly to the Ferros that were her child to be force-sensitive enough to become a Jedi, she would resist any effort to admit the child into the Order. This she promised in deadly earnest. Shortly after a son was born, whom she named Kalan.
Upon his birth, he was tested and was unsurprisingly found to be force-sensitive enough to train as a Jedi. His mother was furious, and was determined more than ever that her son should not become a Jedi. The Jedi watchman was disappointed but accepted Rellia's wishes. However, one of Cassad's closest friends in the Order Ferros Baor, was sure that Cassad would have wanted his son to become a Jedi. Ferros felt he owed Cassad, who had once save his life. So he attempted to pressurise and cajole Rellia into giving the child up to the Jedi. He even resorted to threatening to kill her or kidnap the boy, if she would not agree. His grief and anger over Cassad's death warping him.
Rellia stalled the Jedi as much as possible. However, once her son reached 4 years old, she secured passage on a freighter, to escape Ferros, hoping her money would reach far enough to take herself and her son from the Republic. Ironically they would end up not leaving the Republic. The freighter Captain, in fact worked for gangster on Ryloth, the Twi'lek home world. The Captain, went visiting star systems offering safe travel elsewhere and once he had such desperate people aboard his ship, he would take them to Ryloth to be sold as slaves into the illegal spice mining operations on the planet. Once she realised this was happening she attempted to escape, and was killed for her troubles, leaving her son on his own.
Age: 4-6
Initially, the small boy was considered useless to the Gangsters. He was really to young to perform any useful work, and on top of all that he had no eyes like all Miraluka. The Gangsters were unaware of his species capacity to see through the force. The boss decided to cruelly leave the young boy in the mines, and abandon him in the dark, hoping he would starve to death. They jokingly asked him to find a new vein of spice in the mine. Several hours later, the boy made his way back, to the astonishment of the gangster's. He also brought a sample of spice from a new vein he had found in the mines. Initially they did not believe he found a vein, and thought he had simply picked the spice from else where and had been lucky enough to find his way back. So They ordered him to show them where he had found the vein and he led them through the black maw of the mines right to the vein he had discovered. It was then they realised his value. A worker, who did not require lamps to see where he was going, who could work in complete darkness, protecting the light sensitive spice.
So Kalan over the next 2 years, was sent at the head of slave miners, leading them hand in hand into the depths of the mine. Mining was dangerous work, cave ins happened on a regular basis. The criminals did not maintain the safety equipment. Sometimes the boy could sense a cave in before it was due to happen, but naturally being untrained and very young, he could not always detect when a cave-in would occur. When he could not save some of the miners, he increasingly began to blame himself. The miners also blamed him, some came to believe that a good way to stop being forced into the mines would be to kill him. He survived death thanks only to guards on a couple of occasions. The miners involved were often killed in horrendous ways and despite his youth it served to only deepen his sense of guilt.
Age: 6-9
Luckily, in the years since Kalan was sold into to slavery, the Republic had been stepping up its operations to disrupt the illegal mining and smuggling of spice. Republic security raided the mine in which the boy was held, many of the gangsters were killed or taken into custody. When the surviving slaves were processed, they found Kalan, who was recorded as being of interest to the Jedi Order. He was handed over to the Jedi. There was much debate as to whether a child close to age at which the Jedi would have normally rejected an initiate, should be accepted into the order. However, many of the Masters who taught younglings felt that they could train him to overcome his sense guilt and fear.
His initial few years of training were quite difficult. Not least because of a degree of Agoraphobia having moved from the small enclosed space of the spice mines, to the vast broadness of the Jedi Temple on Courscant. It took some time for his teachers to get him to stop sleeping under his bed and start sleeping on it. In his part, the boy used the Jedi training as a way of distancing himself from his feelings of guilt. While not the most naturally gifted, he threw himself into his training and learning with ferocity stepping ahead of some of his more naturally talented fellows on the basis of pure effort instead of skill.
His relationship with the other younglings could be awkward at best. He was perfectly polite and friendly to them, but he kept an emotional distance from them. Never sharing his thoughts or feelings.
Age: 9-12
Gradually, Kalan increased in confidence in his own abilities. His master's skilful handling of his fragile personality, allowed him to an extent to progress beyond his guilt. He even began to develop a close circle of friends, with whom he was finally able to share many of his thoughts and feelings. He also began to help those of his clan when he saw they were struggling. Often patiently helping them with anything from physical training to the study of philosophy. He believed that by helping others, he was also helping himself.
However he struggled when masters were attempting to develop his leadership skills. Kalan admitted himself that he has no interest in being a leader, as after what had happened to him in his past, he did not want the responsibility for others, as he had in the mines and would far rather follow than lead. He was content to be part of a group, but never at the centre.
Kalan, in combat training and alike was very cautious taking his time and thinking before acting, sometimes to the point of vacillating. Perpetually fearful of making a serious error, he often over thought situations.
As Kalan's 12th Birthday came and went, he began to worry increasingly that he would not be selected as a Padawan by a master. While aware that the cut off was 13, he was still concerned. It was easy to hide his feelings from his fellow clan members, but the older members of the Order were not so easily deceived. He disliked that they could read him like an open book, it made him nervous, worried that because of his feelings of guilt that they would eventually judge him unfit to become a Jedi. While he still had a great deal of time to develop and mature, he persistently over thought his situation worrying himself.
Padawan:
After a series of strange meetings and coincidences with Jedi Master Rune Oki, Oki became interested in the boy and took him under his wing, augmenting his basic lightsaber training. Oki saw potential in the boy if his guilt could be overcome and having been pressured to take a new apprentice, decided to take on Kalan. He presented Kalan with his former apprentice Iago’s lightsaber. Iago had turned to the dark side, but Kalan unaware of its former history gladly took it and became Rune’s Padawan.
RP Sample: Kalan was more than a little intimidated by Jedi Masters, they seemed to know everything. They had all the answers and worst of all they seemed to know all about him. Like he was a holobook laid open for their examination. Hiding his feelings and thoughts from other younglings and even some Padawans was not hard, but Knights and Masters were a different story. He knew they could see his guilt squirming in his body, a poisonous snake twisted in maddening loops around his heart. The Masters felt very different to him, remote cool swirls rippling in the force. Many of his clan had no idea what he meant when he told them, but then they had eyes. It limited them, to only what they saw. Being a Miraluka, Kalan could not “see”, but he a basic sense of silhouettes and shapes, and presences in the Force. Initially many of the other younglings treated him as if he was disabled or damaged in some way, they soon learned that he did “see”, just not how they did. It was early morning, far too early for any lessons, so Kalan's bare feet padded over the cold marble of the Temple's corridors, which were usually full today.
It seemed as if every Jedi in the Galaxy was at the Temple today. He felt them brushing past him. Proud confident Jedi Knights trailed by nervous Padawans always eager to prove their worth. He passed a group of younglings all around 4 or 5, travelling in a serpentine line. Excitable bouncy and locked in a world of certainty. As always the young ones were shepherded round like sheep, on this occasion by a Twi'lek Jedi Master. He heard her speak in gentle soothing tones trying to calm to little ones who seemed to be filled with boundless energy and hyperactivity. He had often overheard Padawan's discussing the natural beauty of Twi'lek females. Obviously Kalan knew little and cared less of that, women were generally uninteresting to him at this point in his life, he did not understand why Padwans especially the older ones were so obsessed with them, talking about them, when they thought their masters were not listening.
One thing Kalan could not deny is the beautiful voices female Twi'leks had. Sing song voices, and this Master certainly had a nice voice. He voice was calming, like the sound of rain hitting a stone. Of cource the small younglings were doing their best to drown out her voice with their excitable voices, she however remained calm. “Ralen stop running. Bassano, leave A'len alone.” The Twi'lek skilfully handled the boisterous children.
This part of the temple was too loud and, too.....big. He shivered as his perceptions surveyed the size of the building. A small twinge of Agoraphobia effecting him for a moment. He felt the need to be alone and in a smaller space.
Walking uncertainly, Kalan found himself in an empty teaching room. Smooth hard mats lined the floor, and he flexed his toes on the warm materiel before taking a seat with his back to a darkened corner of the room. This room was smaller he felt he could breath again. This was the ideal place to think. He carefully removed the cloth from in front of his eye sockets untying it at the back. It was a symbol. Yes he wore it because of the uneasiness he felt in others looking at an eyeless face but it was more than that. It was a symbol of stability,certainty. Whatever the spice mines had been, they had been unchanging, he knew his place in the world, to lead others to their doom in its miserable lonely depths. Humans, Twi'leks, Zabraks, Wookiees, men women and children. He was GUILTY., he did not deserve to be a Jedi. Why did the Masters smile and pretend everything was ok?
He counted quietly on his fingers, only a couple of more months till he was 13. Then he would be shuffled off to do some other job, another failure, another youngling without a Master. Kalan was sad but he understood, how could any Knight or Master want a Padawan who had calmly led others into almost certain death in the spice mines. The terms of his slavery to the Gangsters had been simple, to help those species limited by their sense of sight through the pitch blackness, Kalan did not need light, so the light sensitive spice was safe from intrusive lamps that the other slaves needed to find their way with. The blind leading the seeing. He had helped the Gangsters put those innocent people to work in some of the most awful conditions in the Galaxy, was he not as guilty as the gangsters themselves?
For all his belief that he did not deserve to be a Jedi, it was what he wanted most of all. To be a Padawan, to have stability and certainty. “Maybe then, I can make up for my crimes” He muttered quietly into the room. He often hoped a Master would come who could help him, to be a force for good and right, to ensure he never led people into darkness, but into the blinding light.
