Lamar Starworth
Sep 14th, 2008, 12:15:23 PM
Black Knight on White Square
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Some stories start off good, and end back. Other stories start off in that great direction, and end up on the same path. This story is a bit different, because it's bad and just stays bad. The story starts a long way back, way before Jedi were taking their baby steps back into the public and the Empire didn’t have their big bad wolf to play hermit in a throne chair. It was a day long ago, on a pretty jewel of a planet called Smarteel. A small family, with a big name, had a little boy. He was the last of three, and the second from his father. A lot of fear stepped around the boy as he grew. The little boy was special, unique, and different, and nobody liked different.
Nobody picked on him, though. He wasn’t that type of different. He was the type of different that only…different people notice. It was this special thing called the Force that he was blessed with. It made his childhood real awkward. He never was called by his birth name, and never given his last name. Actually, he was never even raised by his real parents. See, he never knew that, and very few else did too. All the way up to this very day, there are only two people that know this boy’s real story, and he aint one of them.
But who is he anyways? It’s best to start with who he thinks he is. Born, supposedly, on Coruscant and raised like any other boy in the city by an engineer father and house mother he discovered his traits some time in his teenage years. Now, that created a few too many problems and he had to hit the dusty road and leave home. It was an expected by his…uh…parents.
They knew enough about him and his real story to have a fake one prepped for such a day. So, he came to know that he had the Force, and was the nephew of some old Jedi that had died in the purge years back. Certainly all the loose ends were cut there, right?
Well, they ended up giving him a few more things, just to wet his appetite and keep him satisfied. No more questions asked he was off to space. Eventually he came up with the bright idea that hiding behind enemies lines was the smartest way of going about things. Stupid as it sounded, he did it and ended up in the Imperial Academy. Lucky for him all the documents that would undo his little scheme had been blasted away in a Rebel attack after his promotion, so all was well…for a while.
In the front-lines as a Stormtrooper, he made a name for himself. Going up the ranks faster than a womp rat to a hole, he ended up on the great Miranda Tarkin’s battlefield. It was there that he dropped his guard, finding himself in a heap of trouble. The stupid boy got mangled up in some Inquistior business. Instead of kill him; he was let free with a lot of eyes on his back. However, he did get a little more freedom. Sort of becoming like an agent of sorts for the Empire, he was kept close to higher-ups so to act as a tool to the Empire to assassinate, destroy, spy, and eliminate a plethora of enemies. The boy did a pretty good job with that. Got his hands dirty…and bloody, leaving him with more nightmares than any kid should have. Not exactly the best trade-off, but it was what he bargained for when he sold his soul to stay undercover.
So, that basically brings us to now.
See, over there – over there on the timeline – right there next to that spot of red that stands for bloodshed on the key map. He’s the one with the lightsaber, and small group of troopers infiltrating that little base. Cool, right? Well, it aint going to stay cool for long…lets see how this one pans out, shall we?
Oh yeah, by the way - this idiot doesn't even know his name. He still thinks it's Lamar Starworth Winfield when it's really --- OOOH SHOOT!!
Look at that head come off!!
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Some stories start off good, and end back. Other stories start off in that great direction, and end up on the same path. This story is a bit different, because it's bad and just stays bad. The story starts a long way back, way before Jedi were taking their baby steps back into the public and the Empire didn’t have their big bad wolf to play hermit in a throne chair. It was a day long ago, on a pretty jewel of a planet called Smarteel. A small family, with a big name, had a little boy. He was the last of three, and the second from his father. A lot of fear stepped around the boy as he grew. The little boy was special, unique, and different, and nobody liked different.
Nobody picked on him, though. He wasn’t that type of different. He was the type of different that only…different people notice. It was this special thing called the Force that he was blessed with. It made his childhood real awkward. He never was called by his birth name, and never given his last name. Actually, he was never even raised by his real parents. See, he never knew that, and very few else did too. All the way up to this very day, there are only two people that know this boy’s real story, and he aint one of them.
But who is he anyways? It’s best to start with who he thinks he is. Born, supposedly, on Coruscant and raised like any other boy in the city by an engineer father and house mother he discovered his traits some time in his teenage years. Now, that created a few too many problems and he had to hit the dusty road and leave home. It was an expected by his…uh…parents.
They knew enough about him and his real story to have a fake one prepped for such a day. So, he came to know that he had the Force, and was the nephew of some old Jedi that had died in the purge years back. Certainly all the loose ends were cut there, right?
Well, they ended up giving him a few more things, just to wet his appetite and keep him satisfied. No more questions asked he was off to space. Eventually he came up with the bright idea that hiding behind enemies lines was the smartest way of going about things. Stupid as it sounded, he did it and ended up in the Imperial Academy. Lucky for him all the documents that would undo his little scheme had been blasted away in a Rebel attack after his promotion, so all was well…for a while.
In the front-lines as a Stormtrooper, he made a name for himself. Going up the ranks faster than a womp rat to a hole, he ended up on the great Miranda Tarkin’s battlefield. It was there that he dropped his guard, finding himself in a heap of trouble. The stupid boy got mangled up in some Inquistior business. Instead of kill him; he was let free with a lot of eyes on his back. However, he did get a little more freedom. Sort of becoming like an agent of sorts for the Empire, he was kept close to higher-ups so to act as a tool to the Empire to assassinate, destroy, spy, and eliminate a plethora of enemies. The boy did a pretty good job with that. Got his hands dirty…and bloody, leaving him with more nightmares than any kid should have. Not exactly the best trade-off, but it was what he bargained for when he sold his soul to stay undercover.
So, that basically brings us to now.
See, over there – over there on the timeline – right there next to that spot of red that stands for bloodshed on the key map. He’s the one with the lightsaber, and small group of troopers infiltrating that little base. Cool, right? Well, it aint going to stay cool for long…lets see how this one pans out, shall we?
Oh yeah, by the way - this idiot doesn't even know his name. He still thinks it's Lamar Starworth Winfield when it's really --- OOOH SHOOT!!
Look at that head come off!!