Micheal Rashanagok
Mar 22nd, 2002, 06:48:11 PM
(Ord Trasai.)
(4000 years ago, Ord Trasai has been a happy world. But a mere thirty years later, it was in desperate despair, the population warring, dying, rioting, and slaughtered by the powerful army of a dictator.)
(Or so he had been told.)
(He didn't know much about history... all he knew he had learned from her mother. What he had been told was that a man... a brutal, evil man devoid of any compassion, had taken the planet through the legal rights of assention. But his greed and lust had been underestimated... the world was united, but fell, against his hell born armies. The mortals became a stricken poor in conquest, until a Jedi seeking to find him and turn him back to the good, failed, and killed him. His army vanished into the dirt it was born from, and the world was free. It never recovered, despite a Jedi's age... and civilization was lost. Only recently had it recovered.)
(Word has spread to the world of Ahnk II.)
(Micheal despised the word Ahnk. Ahnk Shivra Dotarri were the double-hook blades on the lightsaber his mother had given him... Ahnk had named himself after his weapon, fitting, considering he had killed an entire planet. Micheal was named after... who knew? But he was abhorred to speak the name... Rashanagok. It was his fathers name... Ahnk's name. He had been cloned by his mother, out of compassion, a gift for the Fallen Jedi who circumstance made a Sith... and for her troubles, she was rapoed, ravaged, and brutallized by the torturous monster. He fled Ord Trasai before the citizens found out, but he left something behind... a child.)
"I hate long shuttle rides."
(The trip to Coruscant was certainly taking it's time. His transport had docked in orbit and unloaded civilan traffic (to cut their weight and pay a lower fare on the tarriffs on import) and this shuttle seemed to be taking hours. His mother had said to see the Diktat... he did not know who the DIktat was, so he had asked teh transport. They had laughed at him, as had the shuttle crew.)
(Apparently ahead was some kind of large customs gate. He would ask there and hopefully find the way to go.)
(4000 years ago, Ord Trasai has been a happy world. But a mere thirty years later, it was in desperate despair, the population warring, dying, rioting, and slaughtered by the powerful army of a dictator.)
(Or so he had been told.)
(He didn't know much about history... all he knew he had learned from her mother. What he had been told was that a man... a brutal, evil man devoid of any compassion, had taken the planet through the legal rights of assention. But his greed and lust had been underestimated... the world was united, but fell, against his hell born armies. The mortals became a stricken poor in conquest, until a Jedi seeking to find him and turn him back to the good, failed, and killed him. His army vanished into the dirt it was born from, and the world was free. It never recovered, despite a Jedi's age... and civilization was lost. Only recently had it recovered.)
(Word has spread to the world of Ahnk II.)
(Micheal despised the word Ahnk. Ahnk Shivra Dotarri were the double-hook blades on the lightsaber his mother had given him... Ahnk had named himself after his weapon, fitting, considering he had killed an entire planet. Micheal was named after... who knew? But he was abhorred to speak the name... Rashanagok. It was his fathers name... Ahnk's name. He had been cloned by his mother, out of compassion, a gift for the Fallen Jedi who circumstance made a Sith... and for her troubles, she was rapoed, ravaged, and brutallized by the torturous monster. He fled Ord Trasai before the citizens found out, but he left something behind... a child.)
"I hate long shuttle rides."
(The trip to Coruscant was certainly taking it's time. His transport had docked in orbit and unloaded civilan traffic (to cut their weight and pay a lower fare on the tarriffs on import) and this shuttle seemed to be taking hours. His mother had said to see the Diktat... he did not know who the DIktat was, so he had asked teh transport. They had laughed at him, as had the shuttle crew.)
(Apparently ahead was some kind of large customs gate. He would ask there and hopefully find the way to go.)