Owen

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You want some background, you wish to know a little about me. You’re one funny person. Oh your full real… Well then, should I tell you the story in the historical records at the library… Or should I tell you what really happened?

It was four and a half years ago. At the height of the Fulminar War… The Fulminar had just conquered Spar the sixth outpost just outside the rims. With that the Fulminar had the republic fleet and there outpost out flanked. Thousands were killed, so many the republic had to leave 56% of the bodies because there was simple not enough room in the cargo bay… With the fear of another “Spar” the republic fleet wanted to try a new strategy, so they decided to fall back… Reestablish the line you could say… (Ha…) Well they decided to refortify the fleet at Hatra, and let the moon Tiba be the hiding point for the main bulk of the fleet. It was pathetic… The Fulminar tore the republic fleet apart, it was as if they were unstoppable… It was a last piss poor effort to try to hold the already undermanned, over worked, and the destroyed lines…

Well the Republic decided that a full draft be in affect, three days after the republic got there. On Hatra 70% of the population was put into active duty on the planet. The other 30% were to young and put onto recruitment cruisers. I was placed on a Cruiser named XT 343 nicknamed “The New Hope” because of the number of new recruits there. What a peace of crap… New hope more like false hope… All we were told were lies… from the senate, and from the Jedi. “Reinforcements are on the way, The Jedi are watching over you.” For the duration of my time on XT 343, I only saw one Jedi… And he looked like he saw way to many winters. Some job at watching over us, they weren’t even there. But things got worse…

The Fulminar attacked with faster anticipation then was thought. We were unprepared. We out numbered the Fulminar three to one… But in the surprise attack 62 % of all troops were killed… Before we even opened fire, half of my friends, family, countrymen were dead. We didn’t stand a chance for what came next.

XT 343 was located just north of the Northern Ice cap. While this made it a great sight for “Inspiration and courage, and the strength and might of the republic.” All it really was a big fat target for the Fulminar. Using the fighters they swarmed on the cruiser… It was only a matter of minutes before The New Hope was saying it’s last good byes. With the cruiser gone, all hell broke out. After the ship crashed we managed to regroup at the city Stereb. Thank gosh the worst was over we thought…. But we weren’t the only ones with new ideas. The Fulminar went on a full Nuke raid, code Black. The nuked everything, towns, cites, crops, even the ice caps…. The once amazing world of Hatra was turned into a trash planet. The Pearl of the Rims turned into the trash pile of the Galaxy…

Thinking the Fulminar would not dare attack a city, we let our guarded down… There the Fulminar went to clean up duty, they lunched a full on invasion. “They enjoyed the hunt…” 98% of the population on the planet and stationed on the moon died that day. 9 Billion people were killed… And what did the Jedi do? Not a damn thing… They watched from the planets close to the center. They hunted down everyone, I never saw a Jedi… Not once…

Seems so long ago… When there was still hope it would seem… We grew to hate the Jedi and the Fulminar… After the Fulminar left, the survivors where gathered up by the by the Empire, were we were given food and shelter. From that moment I knew the Empire was good, I knew that we were final in good hands. (Ha… Hands…) well I decided to dedicate my life to saving people, to prevent what happened on Hatra… I became a medic then a doctor, a really good one… I got so good they moved me to a ship on active duty called The Totalus, finally I thought a chance to get back at the Fulminar… Well after the first week and watching hundreds die, I grew sick of the countless bodies, the blood, and the endless cries of pain… I watched, as grown men would come in… Crying screaming for help… “Help! Help Me… Does anybody hear me…” I grew numb to it… Blood and pain no longer effected me in anyway…

I was stuck in living hell hole… People dying, people crying out for help… As long as I concentrated on the dying men I didn’t have to remember my family… I didn’t have to remember they were gone… Then one day, something amazing happened… And end to the long life ending cycle of the blood… I watched as the crew brought in a Sith Lord… To my surprise he was the worst I ever saw at that point… Lets say this, he looked worse then Ithorian did… I hardly even knew he was human at the time…The Fulminar destroyed him… It seemed the Sith were to weak to stop the Fulminar… After days of work I was able to save the Sith’s life, and in return became his apprentice…

With the screaming gone… My thoughts began to return to me… “How could you of let this happen… Didn’t you care about your family… Why are you wasting time…” If I was only stronger, powerful, if only I could have stopped what happened back home… Well to say the least I got stronger, I got powerful, and I would stop what happen back home ever happening again… My master gave me a new life, a life of hope! The thought of getting stronger became an escape path… It made it easier to forget what had happened… If I had my mind on power I didn’t think about the pain of my family being killed… I became powerful in the force… But my thoughts returned to me… They haunted me… I began to work harder and harder, each and every day, I had to have power to stop the thoughts… This power lust consumed me…

My thoughts consumed me… It was my Master who saved me, yet again… My master was not the strongest… But had some very useful powers… He could make a man forget… Steal his life with his hands… suck the evil from out of some one… This was how my master saved me… He stole my memories… Sucked them dry… I was free! I was no longer fighting myself, I was no longer fighting my mind! I grow stronger and advanced in the ranks and even became a dark lord… First prime to my Master, Owen the mighty! The one who brought the dead back to life and brought death to the Fulminar… I thought! I was going to be a hero, The one who found a way to kill the Fulminar… Instead I became a villain…

It seemed the force power had a side effect… With no memories of whom I was… I forgot everything that happened… Everything… I began to slowly forget who I was… I would hang on to memories saying them over and over again… Only to have myself forget why I was saying them… I lost my evil thoughts… But I also lost my mind… My mind was going blank… All I could remember was my training… All I saw was my Master…I got consumed, My once life saving hands began to take life… I killed to get more powerful, and I was good at it… Really good at it… With no memories of what I did, I never was haunted, I never had a problem… The perfect Sith… The perfect slave…

I was trapped and I could not even remember it… My force power grew and I even developed my own moves… My hands (Ironically) became the source of my power, they were so important for me to save people with medicine that they also became important to use the force… I grew powerful… I lost all since of who I was… All since of what it meant to be human… The dark force grew in me… and i could not even tell you if it was good or bad…

Like all Sith, the time had come for the new apprentices to kill of there masters… To step up and remove the weak from the ranks… But I could not even tell you what a rank was… Days turned to months and months to years… Again trapped in an endless cycle of reality… As the years went on my master grew ill… he grew so weak that he could not defend himself… I became his personal bodyguard… But that was not the way of the Sith… If a Sith lord died of natural causes, so to did his power… And power being lost was nothing any Sith wanted… People started attacking, and I started killing… I fought for my master I fought because I had no idea why not to… But things could not last forever… One night a dark lord came… His power was far surpass my own… I fought with everything that I had… but it was only wasting time… he soon took care of me… thrown aside like a pile of garbage…

He slowly made his way to my master’s room… With one last attempt I brought all the force I could… the force consumed me and I began to spin around… flying through the air like a whirlwind… I flung my self on the dark lord… slashing and chopping at anything I could… But he was to strong… With one swift move I was lying on the flour with my hands sliced off… I was helpless…

It seemed that with no hands I had no power… I was helpless to protect my master… With my masters death… my memories returned to me… All of them… I was forced to confront them… the pain was worse then being cut from the force… I screamed in pain… I screamed for help… I became the thing I became so numb too… I was a Sith who could not grab his own blade. Any I could not control my mind…

I wish things had been different… I was Casted off from ship onto the planet Lepcis Macna, were I was able to get a ride from Shill Eon to a planet with technology named The Core were they were able to rebuild these hands of mine. I will never forgive that dark lord for this pain he has given me… He killed my family all over again… He is no better then the Fulminar… With my new hands, i had to relearn my force powers… I still new how to do them… But with my hands gone i no longer had the talent to do them… The hands were 50,000 credits… With dept on my side I joined this newly formed mercenary group to try to pay off these new hands…

Owen

Star Wars Episode XIV - Fulminar Mr_Owen