Kreskor Hara
Nov 3rd, 2001, 01:38:33 PM
Kreskor Hara was not the type of being to neglect his own potential. Barabels were equipped with natural body armor, sharp claws and even sharper teeth. Sometimes in the heat of a battle, Kreskor had used his body to his full advantage. Barabels were reptilian creatures from Barab I, born to live under the harsh conditions they faced. Barabels were infamous for picking fights in bars and other places all over the Galaxy, usually they emerged the victors. On Barab I, many of the natural born hunters traveled through the caves hunting prey for both food and sport.
At a young age, Kreskor was unfortunately forced to leave the planet of his birth. With his hatchmate Jesk, and his parent Sheva, Kreskor had found his way to Nar Shaddaa. The smugglers moon was an ideal place to make both friends and enemies. Kreskor had quickly made many friends and little enemies. After one caught a glimpse of the huge gaping hole surrounded by sharp pincers that he called a mouth, they were rather eager to befriend him. Kreskor and his family even had the pleasure of meeting other Barabels that were enjoying life on the smuggler's moon.
A year later, Barab I was liberated by it's glorious people and the Imperials were driven away. Kreskor's mother Sheva had stated that it was the will of the "life force" that Barabel should thrive again. Although the Barabels did not return to Barab I. Instead they stayed with their new friends. Kreskor and Jesk were taught how to use a variety of weapons including blasters and vibro daggers. Both had become mercenaries to support their mother who could not be a ship mechanic for ever.
One mission offered twenty three thousand credits for the body of Hekler Skea, a slaver. Kreskor's hatchmate Jesk had been caught off guard by the crazed man and suffered the loss of an arm that had been shot right off, at the elbow. Kreskor had spun around and planted three stun bolts in the slaver's stomach. Soon after, Jesk had quit the life of the mercenary and returned to Barab I. Kreskor stayed with his parent, and took a break from the jobs. At night he ventured to the bars and spent time with friends. They always had a story to tell, and so did he.
Kreskor always knew he had an added talent. When he approached his parent figure about it and told her, she stated he was blessed by the "life-force". When around others, Kreskor could hear their thoughts and experience their feelings if he focused on them. Sheva reminded him of all the stories she had told him of the Jedi Knights when he was but a hatchling. She told him, how they used the life force to help those in need. Kreskor believed everything he parent said, but it was not his job to help others. He had no desire to ease the pain of the Galaxy, only the pain of his family...
...Nearly two months after Jesk's return to Barab I, he had been shot down by an Imperial diplomat. The news had reached Nar Shaddaa when an old family friend, Tesor Shresk came to visit. It was then that Kreskor quit the mercenary business. His parent begged him to join the Jedi and quench the evil of the Galaxy. Kreskor didn't have much of a choice. Tesor allowed Kreskor Hara the use of his light corvette, Shenbit and promised to take care of his parent.
"Trust your instinctz." His mother had told him.
***
Arcan IV seemed interesting enough from above, and Kreskor felt almost excited after he learned it was home to "Master Yoghurt's Bar and Grill." Kreskor resolved he would visit the bar and grill after he visited the Jedi recruitment center. Along with the feelings of excitement, Kreskor also felt slightly nervous and anxious. If these Jedi turned him away, he would have no where else to go. From what his parent had told him, they were very gregarious beings.
It hadn't taken him long to perform a rickety landing in Docking Bay 67, at Arcan IV's spaceport. Kreskor was still rather new at flying ships and the Light Corvette wasn't exactly a tiny starfighter. With him, he brought his trusty blaster, which had saved his life many times. He wore a brown garb that most wore on Barab I. The top of his shirt also had a cloak, that Kreskor quickly draped over his head. It was raining, and he never did like water of any kind.
The recruitment center was a rather large building, and already Kreskor could feel something inside. It emanated off the building like heat did from artificial light, and it also drew Kreskor forward. He took a deep breath, nodded to himself and opened the front doors. Soaking wet, the Barabel stepped inside the building and closed the door behind him. He sniffed the air, holding his nose up high. There were no life forms nearby, but some were approaching rather quickly.
His boots made a tip tap sound across the marble floor as he traveled further into the building. He admired the decoration that this building had been blessed with. He had never seen such a clean building on Nar Shaddaa or Barab I. A droid, perhaps a helper one entered the room from the far left. In basic, it spoke, "Might I be of service to you sir?"
The Barabel stared at it with his large bulbous black eyes. It was most definately a C-9P0 droid. He had seen quite a few on Nar Shaddaa.
"This one is looking for the Jedi Knightz." Kreskor spoke in good basic. A hiss escaped his nostrils as the droid tipped it's head to the side.
"Most certainly, sir. I will summon one for you." The droid responded.
The Barabel nodded and drew it's hood back revealing a mouth full of dangerous pincers. At the same time the droid left the room to find a Jedi Knight for Kreskor. The Barabel shuffled off to a chair and allowed himself to sit down. His scaly tail raised over the top and slumped over the tip of the chair. He waited in silence, focusing on the environment around him, and staring at some of the paintings on the wall opposite of him.
At a young age, Kreskor was unfortunately forced to leave the planet of his birth. With his hatchmate Jesk, and his parent Sheva, Kreskor had found his way to Nar Shaddaa. The smugglers moon was an ideal place to make both friends and enemies. Kreskor had quickly made many friends and little enemies. After one caught a glimpse of the huge gaping hole surrounded by sharp pincers that he called a mouth, they were rather eager to befriend him. Kreskor and his family even had the pleasure of meeting other Barabels that were enjoying life on the smuggler's moon.
A year later, Barab I was liberated by it's glorious people and the Imperials were driven away. Kreskor's mother Sheva had stated that it was the will of the "life force" that Barabel should thrive again. Although the Barabels did not return to Barab I. Instead they stayed with their new friends. Kreskor and Jesk were taught how to use a variety of weapons including blasters and vibro daggers. Both had become mercenaries to support their mother who could not be a ship mechanic for ever.
One mission offered twenty three thousand credits for the body of Hekler Skea, a slaver. Kreskor's hatchmate Jesk had been caught off guard by the crazed man and suffered the loss of an arm that had been shot right off, at the elbow. Kreskor had spun around and planted three stun bolts in the slaver's stomach. Soon after, Jesk had quit the life of the mercenary and returned to Barab I. Kreskor stayed with his parent, and took a break from the jobs. At night he ventured to the bars and spent time with friends. They always had a story to tell, and so did he.
Kreskor always knew he had an added talent. When he approached his parent figure about it and told her, she stated he was blessed by the "life-force". When around others, Kreskor could hear their thoughts and experience their feelings if he focused on them. Sheva reminded him of all the stories she had told him of the Jedi Knights when he was but a hatchling. She told him, how they used the life force to help those in need. Kreskor believed everything he parent said, but it was not his job to help others. He had no desire to ease the pain of the Galaxy, only the pain of his family...
...Nearly two months after Jesk's return to Barab I, he had been shot down by an Imperial diplomat. The news had reached Nar Shaddaa when an old family friend, Tesor Shresk came to visit. It was then that Kreskor quit the mercenary business. His parent begged him to join the Jedi and quench the evil of the Galaxy. Kreskor didn't have much of a choice. Tesor allowed Kreskor Hara the use of his light corvette, Shenbit and promised to take care of his parent.
"Trust your instinctz." His mother had told him.
***
Arcan IV seemed interesting enough from above, and Kreskor felt almost excited after he learned it was home to "Master Yoghurt's Bar and Grill." Kreskor resolved he would visit the bar and grill after he visited the Jedi recruitment center. Along with the feelings of excitement, Kreskor also felt slightly nervous and anxious. If these Jedi turned him away, he would have no where else to go. From what his parent had told him, they were very gregarious beings.
It hadn't taken him long to perform a rickety landing in Docking Bay 67, at Arcan IV's spaceport. Kreskor was still rather new at flying ships and the Light Corvette wasn't exactly a tiny starfighter. With him, he brought his trusty blaster, which had saved his life many times. He wore a brown garb that most wore on Barab I. The top of his shirt also had a cloak, that Kreskor quickly draped over his head. It was raining, and he never did like water of any kind.
The recruitment center was a rather large building, and already Kreskor could feel something inside. It emanated off the building like heat did from artificial light, and it also drew Kreskor forward. He took a deep breath, nodded to himself and opened the front doors. Soaking wet, the Barabel stepped inside the building and closed the door behind him. He sniffed the air, holding his nose up high. There were no life forms nearby, but some were approaching rather quickly.
His boots made a tip tap sound across the marble floor as he traveled further into the building. He admired the decoration that this building had been blessed with. He had never seen such a clean building on Nar Shaddaa or Barab I. A droid, perhaps a helper one entered the room from the far left. In basic, it spoke, "Might I be of service to you sir?"
The Barabel stared at it with his large bulbous black eyes. It was most definately a C-9P0 droid. He had seen quite a few on Nar Shaddaa.
"This one is looking for the Jedi Knightz." Kreskor spoke in good basic. A hiss escaped his nostrils as the droid tipped it's head to the side.
"Most certainly, sir. I will summon one for you." The droid responded.
The Barabel nodded and drew it's hood back revealing a mouth full of dangerous pincers. At the same time the droid left the room to find a Jedi Knight for Kreskor. The Barabel shuffled off to a chair and allowed himself to sit down. His scaly tail raised over the top and slumped over the tip of the chair. He waited in silence, focusing on the environment around him, and staring at some of the paintings on the wall opposite of him.