Jodaus
Mar 2nd, 2009, 03:54:42 AM
A natural son of Iridonia, Jodaus was was a mere toddler when the first salvos of the Clone Wars ripped the galaxy in half. His father, a noble and respected leader of their tribe (the Fel'noli, meaning "true sovereignty" in Zabrak) spoke out against the irresponsible use of cloned Republic troops and openly protested against their presence on Iridonia. When a battalion of Republic ground forces began setting up a nearby mining camp to harvest natural volcanic sodium for the use of "medicinal research," Jodauz's father sat himself in front of an oncoming supply convoy and was crushed to death. The Fel'noli declared open war against the Republic and razed the mining colony to the ground, sparking a short but brutal retaliation by Palpatine that ultimately annihilated their people.
Most of their people, that is.
Sensing a faint but persistent wrinkle in the Force, Chancellor Palpatine (soon to be Emperor) dispatched a warning to the Zabraki population: anyone found harboring any member of the Fel'noli was to be executed and their children tossed beneath the treads of Imperial supply convoys (an act, Palpatine surmised, which would invoke the memory of Jodaus' father; a reminder of the unflinching resolve of the Galactic Empire). The slight disturbance in the Force subsided and Palpatine focused his tyrannical obsessions elsewhere.
As it turned out, the "disturbance" was the confused and emotionally embittered psyche of young Jodaus Baas, not yet into his fourth cycle but old enough to remember his father falling before Imperial oppression. Once the exile of his tribe was written into Imperial law, a few of his father's friends managed to smuggle Jodaus off-world. It was the last time Jodaus would meet another member of his tribal brethren, for his saviors were caught and Palpatine made good on his word.
Eighteen years passed.
Jodaus spent his adolesence and most of his young adulthood on Corellia, a mechanic by trade and alcoholic by neccessity. The war between the Rebels and the Empire had begun in earnest, but Jodaus was not interested in their struggle; in fact he was interested in very little but his budding business and the bottle. Having grown up an orphan, Jodaus developed into a quiet sort, speaking mostly to himself (if at all) and never allowed friendships to develop into more than passing aquaintences. Still, a feeling in his gut always kept him on edge, always pressed him, gnawed at him. He knew nothing of the Force or the Jedi; nothing more than myths, and half-baked fairy tales at that. No, Jodaus Baas did not believe in destiny or the Force, but both happened to believe in him.
This is his story.
Most of their people, that is.
Sensing a faint but persistent wrinkle in the Force, Chancellor Palpatine (soon to be Emperor) dispatched a warning to the Zabraki population: anyone found harboring any member of the Fel'noli was to be executed and their children tossed beneath the treads of Imperial supply convoys (an act, Palpatine surmised, which would invoke the memory of Jodaus' father; a reminder of the unflinching resolve of the Galactic Empire). The slight disturbance in the Force subsided and Palpatine focused his tyrannical obsessions elsewhere.
As it turned out, the "disturbance" was the confused and emotionally embittered psyche of young Jodaus Baas, not yet into his fourth cycle but old enough to remember his father falling before Imperial oppression. Once the exile of his tribe was written into Imperial law, a few of his father's friends managed to smuggle Jodaus off-world. It was the last time Jodaus would meet another member of his tribal brethren, for his saviors were caught and Palpatine made good on his word.
Eighteen years passed.
Jodaus spent his adolesence and most of his young adulthood on Corellia, a mechanic by trade and alcoholic by neccessity. The war between the Rebels and the Empire had begun in earnest, but Jodaus was not interested in their struggle; in fact he was interested in very little but his budding business and the bottle. Having grown up an orphan, Jodaus developed into a quiet sort, speaking mostly to himself (if at all) and never allowed friendships to develop into more than passing aquaintences. Still, a feeling in his gut always kept him on edge, always pressed him, gnawed at him. He knew nothing of the Force or the Jedi; nothing more than myths, and half-baked fairy tales at that. No, Jodaus Baas did not believe in destiny or the Force, but both happened to believe in him.
This is his story.