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Tahlrada

2013-08-15T17:30:03Z

Coop Ter-An: /* Exodus */

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{{Character
|type=Obelisk
|image=[[File:Tahlrada.jpg]]
|firstname=Tahlrada
|homeworld=[[starwars:Iridonia|Iridonia]]
|birth=[[10 ABY to 19 ABY|18 ABY]]
|death= Not available
|species=Zabrak
|gender=Male
|hair=Whiteish Bone spurs
|eyes=Neon green
|skin=Tan
|height=6ft 1in
|weight=185lbs
|masters=
|enemies=
|form=*Banlanth
|saber= one green, armory saber,
|fightingstyle= * [[Kartranin]]
* [[Tu’rek]]
|position=none held
|era= [[Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era]]
|affiliation= *House [[Odan Urr]]
|dossier=[[dossier:11209|11209]]
}}

{{Quote|I listen very well, that’s why I am smarter than you, and why I will beat you|Tahlrada}}

'''Tahlrada''' is a tan skinned Zabrak from Iridonia. He was born into a family of very proud Zabrak. Many of the family were well known sith or highly ranked imperial officers. Tahl is a tall and muscled Zabrak with some very unusual physical characteristics. Tahlrada has vibrant green eyes that were very uncommon among his family. On top of his eyes Tahlrada is one of very few Zabrak that have facial hair and eyebrows. He prefers to wear a goatee and never messes with his eyebrows even after his parents pride urged him to keep both shaved off and unnoticeable. Tahlrada couldn’t have cared what the other kids said about him. He had a full beard before he turned 16 and started to groom it to look decent at around his current age. He was the only student to graduate from his academy wearing facial hair in more than six hundred years. His blood was as pure as everyone in his family but he was just an anomaly. Tahlrada’s tattoos were subtle and eloquent and stretched the length of his entire body. His eyes were the most heavily tattooed spot on his body. Even his father was proud of how intense Tahl’s green eyes glared out from the black backdrops of his face and furrowed eyebrows. His glare sent most people running when they approached him to make jests at his facial hair so Tahlrada never saw much physical confrontation throughout his academy years. Tahlrada is also ambidextrous which is rare for a pureblood Zabrak. His facial tattoos were a thick black and mostly comprised of thin vibrant lines that ran the course of his entire body only to avoid the armpits and groin area.

=== Character History ===
== Exodus ==

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Tahlrada woke to the tell-tale reveille that his father always played to wake them for school. Tahlrada rolled out of his bunk and landed on his feet. He sat down on the lower bunk and slipped on his boots. He turned around and slapped the sleeping figure on the bottom bunk before tying his boots. The younger Zabrak sat up with a start.

“Whatwhatimup,” Tahlrano looked around, “I’m up.”

“Let’s go,” Tahlrada sighed, “its breakfast time.”

The two brothers shambled their way down the hall to the kitchen. Tahlrada took his seat opposite his older brother who seemed to frequent this house more often after he graduated then while he attended the academy.

Tahlrada’s family servant entered the room carrying food. The young woman was a human that his father had bought at auction a year or so ago. She had vibrant green eyes and jet black hair and her very presence made Tahlrada feel better. Tahlrada would never admit it but he was madly in love with the human and had been cultivating a relationship with her for a few months now that had culminated a week or so before that day in a secret kiss between the two.

“So,” Tahlrava looked at Tahlrada, “what courses do you have today?” Tahlrada’s father wasn’t stupid. He knew Tahl’s classes almost better than Tahl did. He also knew today was the end of the semester and because Tahlrada had slaved away at his courses he could graduate a semester early so he wouldn’t have to put up with his father for much longer.

“You know the usual,” Tahlrada played it cool under the gaze of his father who was a trained interrogator and avid supporter of the Galactic Empire. Tahlrada had looked at some recruiting pamphlets but was unimpressed at what the waning empire offered. He met a curious nautolan a few years back who came in search of knowledge of Tahlrada’s grandfather Tahlranis who was a known sith traitor who defected to the light side and formed his own Jedi circle. Tahlrada could still remember a few of his grandfather’s lessons before the man fell to the light side. Tahlrada wasn’t even sure if his grandfather was still alive at that point.

Tahlrada would eventually encounter him if he joined any side of this galactic confrontation. Tahlrada had recently come into contact with a Nautolan force user who had come looking for him. The nautolan had a dark blue tint to his skin and a glint of rage and hatred in his eyes. The curious looking nautolan wore blue and black attire and introduced himself as an envoy of the Dark jedi brotherhood to his father. The meeting visibly took its toll on his father who Tahlrada remembered was furious at the curious looking alien. Tahlrada remembered speaking with the man later on in private about his organization and Tahlrada’s curiosity was peeked. The man explained that his organization was very open about partnerships and that they really didn’t mind the fact.

Tahlrada looked at his father who was staring intently at his son.
“I have been talking with the recruiters down at the station,” Tahlrada saw the joy come over his father’s face, “but.”

“But what?” Tahlraga pipped up from across the table as he came up from his plate for air. Tahlrada's brother was tearing into his breakfast like a wild animal that hadn't eaten in days. It reminded Tahlrada of his biology class where they put three predatorily carnivores in a cage for a week to show the students the application of survival of the fittest. After three days the trio began fighting and once the weakest was ascertained the other two killed and ate him for survival. After 6 days the remaining two battled it out where the seemingly weaker one won out and killed and ate the seemingly stronger of the three showing that not only those fit in body but in mind would be the ones to carry on past the brink.

“How about you shut up Tahlraga before me and Tahlrano beat you to death,” one of Tahlrada’s pet peeves was his older brother. Everything about him screamed their father and it infuriated Tahl. Neither of the younger brothers could stand being around their older brother. For all his bluster and bravado he had never left the planet. He had joined the planetary defense force in hopes to rise through the ranks on the curtails of their father's accomplishments.

“Like I was saying,” Tahlrada shot his older brother a glare that was returned with equal intensity, “I am going down there to look over the paper work for enlistment after school today.”

“Good,” the smile on Tahlrava’s face could have been seen from space. The rest of breakfast was filled with small talk on what jobs Tahlrada was looking at. Finally it had to be brought up.

“I am also thinking of taking the force sensitivity test today and see how I score,” you could have heard a pin drop in the room. Tahlrada’s father was a fickle man. He loved the empire but didn’t see the purpose in force users in the galactic empire. “I scored decently last year and you decided that I was too young for the Sith to come recruiting me for their training, I have decided that if the sith offer a better set of skills and pay that I will go that route but if the Galactic Empire puts up a better offer then I will go that route.”

“Son,” Tahlrava shot his son a glare, “if I didn’t send in false records of that test you would have been drug off by the Sith to some experimental facility to be used as a guinea pig in their personal wars between each other."

“Father,” Tahlrava went quiet, “this is my choice, like how Tahlraga would rather stay around home and be a vagabond fighting for your attention even after he graduated.” The insults were heard loud and clear by the entire family and multiple servants. Tahlrano had to actually work to stifle a giggle that drew a glare from Tahlraga. “Anyway father, Tahlrano and I have to head out. We can talk about it tonight when I get home ok.” Tahlrava conceded defeat and offered his son a smirk and a nod. Tahlrava was a fickle man. He loved power and the use of it in force but he also respected those who use restraint of their power to embarrass and out wit their opponents. To him it showed the wisdom to know when to use it to the persons advantage.

Tahlrada left the table and made his way to his room where his bag was. His little brother ran past him with Tahlraga fast in pursuit with a blob of breakfast splattered across the side of his face. Tahlrada couldn’t help but laugh at his brothers as they ended up in the atrium wrestling over the dispute. Tahlrada was not looking forward to tonight when he had planned to flee his home with the Human servant. Tahlrada entered his room where Keera was waiting for him. She approached him with bag in hand and planted a kiss on his lips that centered Tahlrada’s troubled mind.

“I needed that,” Tahlrada offered her a smile before planting another on her lips in return, “make sure you pack all the stuff I told you to.”

“Yes Roddy,” Keera’s nickname for Tahlrada always put a smirk on his face, “I have it all packed and hidden away, ready to go.”

“See you when I get back tonight.” Tahlrada stole one more kiss from the beautiful woman.

“Lets go bantha poodoo!” Tahlrano bellowed up the stairs, “you’re going to make us late...again!”

“I’m coming,” Tahlrada slid down the banister to the atrium landing before he broke into a sprint out the door to his speeder waiting outside. After the two brothers shot of down the street and up into the speeder lanes Tahlrano turned off the music before looking at Tahlrada. Their was a pause as the brothers looked at each other and then watched as their brother and his
psychotic girlfriend pulled alongside.

"So Tahlrada," the attractive woman piped up, "What are you going to do after the academy?" Tahlrada recognized the girl from the popular click. It was made up of the most powerful Zabrak families. Her father was a sith lord and she didn't keep any of her plans to herself. She was planning on joining her father and the galactic empire and begin her training. Tahlrada mused to himself how his brother was playing the stupid girl into thinking he loved her so he could gain stature among his peers. Tahlrada created a short fantasy where the girls father killed his worthless brother and his over controlling father for incompetence at their dreary wedding. It brought a noticeable smile across his face as he came back to reality.

"Hey what's that stare for loser!" Tahlraga had noticed the smile and was not pleased, "why are you looking at my girlfriend that way?"

"Oh no reason," Tahlrada returned to his speeder controls as he heard his brother begin to rile up and yell at him for something or another. Tahlrada pulled his attention from the console just as the speeder lane lights turned green and he sped off weaving in and out of small shuttles and speeders on his way to the academy.

As the duo landed at the academy the whole school seemed a buzz with people running to and fro whispering excitingly. From what Tahlrada could make of it his brother was backed against his speeder by an unknown man with a lightsaber. Tahlrada looked at Tahlrano who nodded as the two Zabrak bounded out of their speeder and headed towards the drop-off pad. The arrived just in time to watch the last half of the drama unfold.

A tall man in a robe and clad in armor was standing in Tahlraga's face and neither was budging. The hooded man had Tahlraga at attention and was giving him an earful. Tahlraga saw his two brothers from over the tall mans shoulder and in his eyes was a pleading stare for them to help him out. Tahlrano placed a hand on Tahlrada's shoulder to restrain his brother. For everything his brother was he still did not deserve this siths verbal assault.

"Hey ugly!" The mans head seemed to perk up at the insult, "Why don't you pick on someone more your intelligence range!" The hooded figure turned to find who it was who was shooting insults at him. Tahlrada had already cleared half the distance from the crowd and was standing alone across from the sith whose red saber hummed menacingly.

"And who would you be," The sith's voice was strong and malevolent and it seemed to carry a threatening tone.

"Who?" Tahlrada pointed at himself and looked around which drew some chuckles from the on looking crowd, "Why I am that fine sack of bantha poodoo's younger brother."

"So," the sith turned back around to look at Tahlraga, "this is your savior, your baby brother?"

"Actually," Tahlrada pipped in to irritate the sith, "I am his younger brother, that," Tahlrada pointed to Tahlrano, "is his baby brother and I am not as nice nor as civil as either of them, nor do I care about your worthless title or that fancy toy you wield." More laughter escaped the onlookers which seemed to just anger the sith even more as the hooded figure glared at the crowd in front of him.

"You will care when I plant it in your chest," the Sith began stomping towards Tahlrada who stood his ground with a smile across his face. The sith pulled the lightsaber back to slash across his body and decapitate Tahlrada.

"Stop!" a voice erupted from the crowd and to Tahlrada's surprise the sith stopped inches from his goal. Both of them turned and looked over to where the voice had come from. Standing before Tahlrada was a man who stood no more than chest high to him and looked old and sickly but stood proudly with his chest out which added to the fact that he was short. Tahlrada didn't let that fact fool him though, this man was the real brains of the operation and the wielder of the greater power between the two. He waved the other sith off and made his way to the center of the circle where Tahlrada was currently standing. He paced around Tahlrada who just stared off into space, irritated with the whole situation.

"Who are you?" the old sith finally asked after he had made a few laps around Tahlrada.

"I am Tahlrada Sven," Tahlrada paused before continuing, "Son of Tahlrava Sven, one of your press gang leaders your highness."

"And I assume you know who I am?" Tahlrada replied with a curt nod, "Then why do you not look at me when you speak to me?"

"I don't know," Tahlrada paused, "because you are ugly." Tahlrada offered with a shrug. The comment brought a smile to the sith lords face.

"Fearless in the face of certain death and fearless in the face of a man who could end your worthless existence with a flick of the wrist," The sith lord's voice got really serious as he finished, "That is a trait of a true leader," The sith began to pace around Tahlrada again, "I have heard your name before Tahlrada, I believe it has something to do with your early graduation with the highest marks in a millennium if you pass your classes today."

"Yes my lord," Tahlrada refused to look down at this man. Even through all the bravery Tahlrada could feel fear creeping into his mind and taunting him.

"Yet you come to the aid of family in a crisis whether you know the circumstances or not," Tahlrada's nerves were on edge, "and what would you do if my apprentice removes your brothers head at the shoulders?"

"Oh I don't know my lord, throw a party." A curious look came across the Sith lords face as he pondered the statement.

"Throw one in honor of his life before he was killed?" Tahlrada shook his head in disagreement which drew an even more puzzled stare from the Sith lord, "then why?"

"More like a party to rejoice him not existing to harass us," another smile crept across the sith lords face as he turned to face Tahlrada's brother. His hand began to raise when Tahlrada spoke again, "But."

"But what?" the sith lord turned to look at Tahlrada.

"I would be honor bound to destroy the killer and cut him into little pieces and feed him to a bantha." The sith lords smile was no longer there and a glare of seriousness came across Tahlrada's face as he glared down at the Sith Lord in turn. The air seemed to thicken as the two glared into each others eyes in what seemed to be a match between their souls.

"Well," The Sith lord kept his gaze with Tahlrada who was still glaring intently at the older human, "Then we best not cause trouble then, Darissi!" The girl from before slinked over to the sith lord with her head bowed in homage to the sith lord, "Your father wants you protected and it seems that if your current boyfriend cannot protect you from even my apprentice then you should be with a boy who has no fear of a fight."

"Before you go any farther my lord, I already have a girlfriend and am quite content with not being anywhere near this woman."

"Oh really?" the Sith lords eyes perked up, "you do know who her father is right?"

"Some high and mighty sith lord," Tahlrada paused.

"He is a Grand Moff and Sith Lord and would do any career you choose very well to be in his good graces."

"Sorry my lord," Tahlrada stopped him with an upraised hand, "but I don't like playing at politician, that's what your type are good at, personally I like to just stay out of everyone's way and let them kill each other over nothing."

"You call coming to the aid of family staying out of the way?" The sith lord gave Tahlrada a queer look before continuing, "I will let you get to class but I will have my eye on you." The sith lord turned and waved to his apprentice and as he turned to leave he shot Tahlrada one more glance. It seemed Tahlrada had intrigued the one group of people he didn't want to intrigue.

As Tahlrada went to rejoin Tahlrano someone grabbed his shoulder and stopped him. Tahlrada turned just intime to see his older brothers fist and then a flash of light as the sudden strike stunned him.

"What gave you the right to step in?!?" Tahlraga's face was covered in a veil of rage. Tahlrada knew his brother would never take him in a one on one fight and win so the sucker punch didn't surprise Tahlrada in the least bit.

"Well you were standing there about to get hewn in two over some girl and you were just going to take it so I stepped in to avoid the inconvenience of our fathers wrath after your brutal murder." Tahlrada got up brushed himself off, smiled and rejoined Tahlrano.

“So are we really going through with it?” Tahlrano whispered in his ear. Tahlrada could see the concern on his younger brothers face.

“Yes,” Tahlrada said with a smile, “don’t worry it’s all set up and ready, this time tomorrow all three of us will be well out of this galaxy before our father can even raise his voice in dismay.”

School that day went as well as it could have after the morning altercation with the two sith. Tahlrada ran into the two dark figures a couple of times between classes as the roamed the halls. Tahlrada spent most of his day finishing up final exams and getting them scored. He saw his brother a few times in front of the dean’s office standing next to some poor sap who Tahlrano had a problem with. He seemed to be making the most of his last day in this slave driving academy.

“Here you go sir,” Tahlrada handed the finals proctor his final exam on Iridonian history and waited for him to score it.

“Highest marks again Tahlrada your father should be really proud. Your brother will be angered at the thought that you outdid
every one of his records set at this academy in one less year than he did.”

“Thank you Proctor Tennel, it has been fun but I am glad I wont ever have to see this place again.”

“Really, big plans after the academy?”

“Yes sir, probably the Empire but I am taking the force sensitivity test at the recruiting station after I leave here.” The old proctor offered a smirk and a nod before he spoke.

"Oh really," A familiar voice piped up from the back of the room. Tahlrada turned to see the two sith at the back of the room. The big one was standing with a saberstaff laying across his forearm while the old sith lord was sitting on a desk with his lightsaber dangling from his belt, "That must be a coincidence because I was asked to be an assistant proctor for the exam today." An evil smile crept across the mans face as he stared at Tahlrada, "This is going to be fun after all."

Tahlrada made his way down to the gymnasium where they were to administrate the test. He could hear the ominous foot steps of the two sith just feet behind him. He knew this was not going to be fun but he had to get it over with. Tahlrada entered the gymnasium where one candidate was just then being put on a stretcher and carried out of the building.

"The exam seems to have gotten easier," The sith lord said from behind Tahlrada, "In my day if you failed, you died."

The coldness in the man's voice drove the point home and it was only then that Tahlrada realized that he was going to be slated against one of the two accomplished sith behind him. Tahlrada went over to the head proctor who had him sign some things on a holopad and then escorted him over to get the force sensing gear on. It took readings on how much of the force you were exerting.

Tahlrada dawned the gear and chose two lightsabers from the weapons table. One was a dual-phase lightsaber with two preset lengths that he could change during the fight. He clicked it over to the longer length which was a standard length lightsaber. He deposited the other hilt on his belt. It was a Shoto lightsaber for when he would need to dual wield. The other preset length on the lightsaber was a length between that of a standard lightsaber and a Shoto giving it more speed and maneuverability during a fight and easier to wield one handed than the standard length lightsaber.

Tahlrada entered the arena where all of the proctors were already awaiting him. Tahlrada knew it would be a random attack that he would have to sense from someone among the group. All of the proctors carried the same simple hilts of training sabers but each proctor had a different hilt. The head proctor carried with him a curved hilt lightsaber on his belt which made fighting him even more of a challenge if he was his opponent. The variable angles that the hilt allowed him always seemed to confuse Tahlrada and it was definitely one of his week point. The Assistant proctor to the Head Proctors right was carrying guard shoto lightsabers or as they were commonly referred to as lightsaber tonfa. They were a primarily defensive lightsaber but was highly maneuverable which made it a hassle to fight. The proctor to the left of the Head Proctor was the Sith lord from before. He was carrying a very rare lightsaber hilt. In his hand was a cross guard lightsaber. It had the standard emitter but also one that pointed at an angle right next to it but facing the opposite way. Its secondary blade was used to protect the hand but also was used to make the hilt a deadly weapon if used in a jab. Tahlrada's nerves were on edge as he looked at the other Proctors who all seemed to have standard hilts or Saberstaffs. One in particular was the Apprentice from before. He could see it in the mans eyes that he was the one Tahlrada was fighting and laying across his arms was a saberstaff.

Tahlrada gathered his nerves as best he could given the current situation. Tahlrada adjusted his gear and stretched a little for the coming fight. The Head Proctor seemed to be looking over something on his holopad so Tahlrada had a little time to prepare. He gave a quick bow to all the proctors in the room and then locked stares with the Sith lord from earlier who offered a quick wink and a grin. Tahlrada's nerves shot through the roof and he could tell from the wry smirks emerging from the assembled that they could sense his feelings at that moment.

Almost on cue the Head Proctor looked up from his holopad and gave a quick return bow to Tahlrada.
"In accordance with the Galactic empires regulations you, Tahlrada Sven have willingly agreed to partake in this test?"

"Yes Head Proctor," Tahlrada's attention was now focused on the Head Proctor and for some reason it calmed him.

"You have completed this exam before?" the Head Proctor looked up from his holopad again at Tahlrada for confirmation.

"Yes Head Proctor."

"Then we shall begin with your force application test," The Head Proctor pointed to the objects in front of Tahlrada, "Move those from the floor to the table please."

This part of the exam was easy for Tahlrada as he reached out with the force and grabbed on to a couple of the items. His grandfather had taught him how to lift small objects with the force when he was a child and he had used it a couple times to hide his older brothers toys when they were children. Tahlrada made quick work of the task and waited for the Head Proctor to continue.

"Well done," The Head Proctor said in his usual robotic like voice, "Now comes your combat test to see if you have any ability with a lightsaber."

Tahlrada had been part of his schools saber team since his first years at the academy. Just a few months before he had won the Iridonian Academy Sabering World Championship in the same arena they were standing in.

"Your opponent was predetermined before you entered and he will attack when ready you have ten minutes to score a hit." All of the Proctors stepped back to include the Sith Lords apprentice. Tahlrada began to doubt he was even facing the large armored man until he heard a tell tale ignition of a saberstaff coming to life. Tahlrada drew out his hilt and ignited it with a flick of his wrist. Tahlrada faced off with the man who didn't seem very knowledgeable with the saberstaff. In fact to Tahlrada he looked kind of awkward with the weapon like this was one of the few times he had wielded it against an opponent. Tahlrada presented his lightsaber before him held in both hands in a defensive stance.

The Apprentice was the first to make his move. He made a short hop forward and slapped at Tahlrada's blade before bouncing back to a distance. They began circling each other like two predators circling a kill. The Apprentice hopped in again and this time attacked with both blade from either directions. Tahlrada could tell the man was smarter than he looked and was testing Tahlrada's simple but effective defense. Tahlrada began to get impatient with the mans slow progression of the fight so Tahlrada switched tactics and stepped forward and attacked the man with a stab that the apprentice easily knocked aside. His second blade came careening in at Tahlrada's face but hit nothing but air. Tahlrada had ducked the predictable attack and dodged back out of the mans striking range. Finally the man waded in to begin the fight.

He lead with a stab that Tahlrada easily deflected the attack downward and adjusted his grip to change his primary hand as he spun his blade and knocked aside the mans downward follow up attack. The man didn't seem phased at the well timed defense of the Zabrak in front of him but instead continued his attack by bringing the primary blade around in a waist high spin as Tahlrada reversed his spin and brought his blade in an arc in front of him. The two lightsabers collided in a blinding flash as the two men exchanged attacks and parries. Tahlrada began to shift to a more offensive stance and to attack the apprentice a more and more as the fight progressed. The Two men seemed evenly matched in the contest of speed and timing so Tahlrada changed his tactics up again and came in with another stab at the mans midsection. The apprentice brought his blade across to deflect the simple attack but hit nothing but air as Tahlrada twisted the bottom of his hilt and the blade shortened about a foot in length. The surprise change in tactics forced the man to turn his body and lean back as he brought the other blade across and slammed it into the shorter lightsaber. Tahlrada let go of the hilt with his left hand and retrieved the shoto lightsaber's hilt from across the back of his belt. As Tahlrada produced the shorter lightsaber he ignited the blade and smacked the two engaged blades to the side. The move surprised even the assistant proctors who were watching the duel. The tactic also forced the apprentice to take a short hurried retreat out of range and reassess his opponent. Tahlrada modified his stance a little and held the shoto saber up high in front of him in a horizontal position above his head with his primary saber at chest level and pointed up and to his left giving him a strong defensive stance that allowed for quick attacks and easy defense. The Apprentice seemed to be puzzled by the weird stance that the Zabrak was taken. After a few tense moments he waded in at the Zabrak with a stab that Tahlrada easily defended with the longer of the two sabers. Tahlrada saw his chance and took it. He took a strong step forward and dropped to both knees and slid under the mans follow up attack from his second blade. With his shoto out front for defense he trailed his right arm behind him and in close to the Apprentice and swiped at the mans leg. Tahlrada could feel the impact of the weapon on the mans thigh. Tahlrada had scored the hit solidly a few inches below the mans hip. As Tahlrada came to a sliding stop he bounded to his feet and spun around in a defensive stance with his shoto low and horizontal in front of him and his lightsaber leveled at the apprentice whose back was still turned to him. Tahlrada expected the fight to go on but the bell rang for the end of the fight. Tahlrada looked up at the timer. He had made the only Contact point in the fight with only seconds to spare. Tahlrada breathed a sigh of relief that the contest was over. He was dripping with sweat and more tired than he had ever been from any competition fight before.

"Good show!" The sith lord bellowed aloud as he clapped vigorously, "That was my favorite fight so far today."

"Tahlrada Sven," the Head Proctor interjected, "Well done from all the Proctors, we will deliberate and score the fight and you will be contacted with our decision."

Tahlrada bowed to the Proctors assembly and bowed to his opponent and left the arena. Tahlrada slowly removed all the sweat drenched gear and placed the two saber hilts back on the table where he had gotten them. There were a dozen or so other students waiting for their names to come up on the board but most were cheering and clapping at Tahlrada. The exams were broadcast all across Iridonia. The planet found it to be a great honor to participate in the exam and so they watched it to support the many young Zabrak that partook in the trials. Tahlrada was so far the only person to score a solid hit without being hit himself. The apprentice had already taken down five others that day in the first few minutes of their respective fights. Each time had been easy opponents who could barely wield a lightsaber against a training droid let alone an apprentice of a sith lord. One of Tahlrada's buddies ran up to him and delivered some news on his younger brother who had been on the opposite side of the gossip spectrum. Tahlrada quickly showered and left the gymnasium area and headed towards the academy's detention center.

Tahlrada waited for about an hour for his younger brother to be released from the Academy’s detaining cells for his blatant throttling of the dean of students.

“You couldn’t have kept it somewhat on the down low could you?” Tahlrano offered him a sarcastic glare before he jumped into the passenger seat of the speeder.

"I don't know why you care, your exam is world news. No one has bested a current apprentice in a fight before."
They sped off from the academy with laughter on their lips and joy in their hearts. If all went well they would never return to that school.

Tahlrada brought the speeder to a slow, descending stop on the speeder pad outside their home. Immediately something seemed off about their home. There were a lot of speeders parked outside and none of the servants were moving about doing their chores. Tahlrada entered the front doors and deposited his bag on a hook in the closet. Tahlrano slumped in behind him and followed suit knowing the earful he would catch for his shenanigans at school. Tahlrada stopped as he came into the main room where his father was sitting at the family table. Tahlrada looked around and saw a dozen men in different points in the room. Tahlrada knew all the men that were in the room thru his father as his fathers co-workers and subordinates. Tahlrada knew exactly what this was about and he had prepared to face this but only as a worst case scenario.

"So son," Tahlrada's Father said as he looked up from the datapad before him, "I may not pay that much attention to the everyday things around this home, but someone does."

"Well isn't that heartwarming," Tahlrada shot back sarcastically, Tahlrada could feel his anger boiling up. “I thought I told you I was going down and enlisting.”

"Do not take that tone of voice with me son," Tahlrada's father.

"Don't call me that like you actually acted like a father to either of us," Tahlrada shot back at the lean looking Zabrak, "You have never been a father to me, all you ever did was spoil that bitch of a brother of ours and ignore us." Tahlrada motioned to himself and Tahlrano who was standing a few paces behind him.

"Whatever you may think about me, you know where this family stands on graduates," Tahlrada's father said as he maintained his cold demeanor, "You will accompany me and my friends to the Imperial Recruitment station and enlist in the Imperial military I am not going to let your crush on a human slave jeopardize your future."

Tahlrada’s heart fell into his stomach as a large man stepped aside to show the badly beaten and shackled Keera. Tahlrada looked at the big man who was smiling menacingly.

“Was it you?” Tahlrada pointed at the big man who offered a tell tale grin, “Your life is now forfeit.” As soon as the big man stepped aside Tahlrano took off in a sprint down the hallway and into their fathers study. He easily cracked the safe combination and retrieved a green velvet bag from the depths of it. He came into the room a few seconds after Tahlrada’s threat and placed the cylinder in his hand from behind before he took off sprinting out the front door. Tahlrada looked down at his hand at the small green bag and untied the cord fastening it shut. he dumped the contents of the bag out into his hand, two small colored stones fell from it alone with parts, all cylindrical and in a jumble. Three of the men before Tahlrada ignited red light batons used in riot control and on unruly inmates by the authorities. The thing they didn’t realize was this was his grandfathers lightsaber that their father had dismantled. Tahlrada closed his eyes and the brought the image of the lightsaber to the forefront of his imagination. With a smile Tahlrada reached out with the living force and the parts lifted up before him. The entire room stopped and watched as Tahlrada's glare deepened and his neon emerald green eyes poked out from beneath his furrowed brow. The parts began to meticulously click together as Tahlrada began to smile. A few moments of silence and awe passed before the finished project floated before Tahlrada who reached out and grasped the smooth silver cylinder. Tahlrada smiled as he ignited the lightsaber and watched as a deep emerald blade erupted from the newly rebuilt lightsaber.

“How dare you!” the entire room froze as they looked back at Tahlrava. He hated his father and lightsabers, yet he could never dispose of his last memories of his father. Tahlrada gave the saber a few more quick spins before he charged the big man with lightsaber in hand. Two of the men tried to attack him head on and it ended with them cut down on the floor. The entire room went silent again as a crooked grin spread across Tahlrada’s face. The last man with the light baton came in hard at Tahlrada’s back. He came at the Zabrak from behind with a downward slash aimed at the back of his head but never Connected. The man came to a suddne halt as his face twisted into a grimace and he groaned in pain. He slowly slumped to the floor next to the other two assailants. Tahlrada was now squared up with the man that had laid his hands on Keera.

With a swift swip of the lightsaber the confrontation came to an end before the man could try to react to the attack. The stupid look of bravado and arrogance still on his face as his lifeless body fell to the floor and his head rolled to within inches of his father. Tahlrada shot the other men a look that caused them all to freeze where they stood. One of the men defecated himself in a vocal manor so that the whole room looked at him. Tahlrada smiled as he cut the shackles on Keera’s ankles and wrists before making his way to the doorway to the room where Tahlrano had just sprinted by with a bag in each hand and one strung over his shoulder.

"You brought this on yourselves father," Tahlrada said as he slowly backed out of the room. He was stopped by a voice behind his father.

"You will regret doing this little brother,” Tahlraga stepped from the darkness behind his father, “See father, I told you he would betray our family if we kept that dark haired bitch around."

Tahlrada went to charge his brother but Keera’s hands tightening on his arm stopped him dead in his tracks. He looked over his shoulder at Keera and she gave him a look before speaking, “We need to go Roddy, they have already called friends to help stop us, we need to go.” Tahlrada offered her a nod of agreement as they began slowly backing out towards the door. The group seemed to flow with them as they left they stayed just out of distance from an attack but enough for their overwhelming presence to be known. As Tahlrada got to the open door he offered a smile and exited slamming the door and barring it with a metal bar that his brother had set next to the door.

Tahlrada turned and began sprinting across the landing pad to his speeder. Tahlrano was already in the backseat awaiting the two. Tahlrada landed in the speeder as he deactivated his grandfather’s lightsaber. He looked back at the door to see his father looking out of the windows
“Hey we need to get moving bro,” The young Zabrak piped up.
“I know Tahlrano,” Tahlrada looked back over his shoulder where he saw his older brother come bursting out of a window onto the landing, “let’s get out of here Tahlrano.” The speeder lurched into motion as his brother came up sprinting up to the speeders bumper. The speeder roared to life and jolted as they accelerated off of the landing pad and into traffic. Tahlrada knew his father’s men would be out in force to try and stop him but it wouldn’t work.

“Go!” Tahlrada’s father yelled at his men “scrapes and bruises only!” The men jumped on speeder bikes and speeders that they had parked out front.

“Tahlrava where do you think your son is going?” One man asked Tahlrada’s father.

“He is trying to escape the city and get off planet,” Tahlrava replied, “Get a hold of everyone and lock down the city. No one leaves.”

"Well this is a mighty interesting turn of events." A voice spoke up from behind Tahlrava. Tahlrava spun about to see who the newcomer was and found himself face to face with four sith.

"What," Tahlrava stuttered, "What are you doing at my home sith?"

"Oh we came to collect your son," the Sith lord offered a smile, "You see your boy would make a fine addition to our ranks seeing as he has already beaten an accomplish sith apprentice in a duel."

"What?" Tahlrava was confused at what had transpired, "What are you talking about my son has never fought a sith apprentice."

"Oh quite the contrary," The Sith Lord smiled evily, "He did today during his force sensitivity exam and he blew the rest of the students out of the water." Tahlrava looked at the sith in horror.
"This is a personal matter my Lord," Tahlrava managed to force out.

"I have a question are there anymore in your family that are force sensitive?" The sith lord shot Tahlraga a look who returned it with a glare, "Well that glare is familiar, and I bet if I brought up his test he would have done as poorly as your other son did last year, just under not trainable right?" Tahlrava could feel the heat in his face as embarrassment flooded his nerves.

"Oh," The Sith lord jested, "So it is true all of your children are force sensitive."

"No my Lord," Tahlrava lied thru his teeth to protect his sons from their grandfathers curse.

"You are lying," The sith lord motioned for the three sith with him to take Tahlraga, "I expect you to cooperate and if you find your other son before we do, bring him to the academy where our ship is or we will come and take the other two as well, the crew will contact us if you bring him." Tahlrava could hear the threat loud and clear as the sith boarded a shuttle with Tahlraga.

As the trio rounded a corner Tahlrada brought the speeder to a stop and aimed the speeder down the street towards the city limits. It was a one kilometer straight shot of deserted street that led to the outskirts of the town. The two young Zabrak shared a glance and a nod to each other as they unloaded everything and Tahlrada flipped the accelerator to the speeder and sent it careening down the street at top speed. The trio sat back in the alleyway and watched as the entirety of the press gang blew by. Tahlrada nodded to his younger brother and Keera to make their way farther into the alley. The two Zabrak and the human girl came to an abandoned building where a small transport shuttle was waiting. There was a small crew of three standing around with blaster pistols drawn as the group entered the building.

“Its about time you swamp rats showed,” A tall female human said with a smile as she emerged from the shadows, “I was wondering if you would ever show.”

“We need to get going ma’am,” Tahlrano said as he dropped the bag his brother had packed for him into the transport, “What are we waiting for.”

“For the rest of my pay,” the woman said with a false smile.

“What do you mean ‘the rest’; I already paid you in full!” Tahlrano’s anger and frustration could be heard in his voice.

“Tahlrano, what’s wrong?” Tahlrada said as he entered the small shuttle and deposited his and Keera’s bag on the floor.

“She said she is waiting for the rest of her pay.”

“I didn’t sign up for this attention so my fee has gone up since you didn’t let me know I was going to have to hide from Imperial press gangs that would be pursuing you.” Tahlrada sighed and knew he wasn’t going to get anywhere with arguing with the mouthy human.

“Here,” Tahlrada produced five hundred of the credits he had left and handed them to her, “Is that enough for the added trouble?” The woman counted it and nodded.

“This will have to do.” She shot Tahlrada a suspicious look that was met by Tahl’s brick wall of a glare.

The three men that had been standing guard clambered into the small shuttle. They worked fervently to batten down the hatches before taking their seats in front of the trio. Shortly after that the shuttle lifted off the ground and the left the planet of Iridonia and docked with the smugglers ship and offloaded its cargo.

“Welcome to the Sovereign,” The woman paused as she showed off the ship to the group, “He may be hard on the eyes but if you show him love he will get you wherever you want to go.”

The trio’s voyage was mainly filled with chores and the random drinking contest between the men that manned the Sovereign. Along with the everyday stuff Tahlrada and Keera’s relationship had cultivated to more extra-curricular activities. Their love for each other was evident among the crew and none of the crew of the Sovereign approached the attractive human out of respect for her Zabrak lover. Time flew fast for the group as the ship made its way to Sepros. A week before they entered Sepros the Captain of the Sovereign performed a marriage between Tahlrada and Keera. They sent the documents to the Hutts who legitimized the marriage with slightly legit papers.

They spent their one day honeymoon in the captains quarters that had been offered to them by the captain. Tahlrada promised Keera a proper honeymoon after they found a planet to settle down on or were among allies that could ensure their protection. Keera was content with the one day honeymoon on the medium sized freighter.

About a week after Tahlrada's wedding they entered the system. As they came within sight of Sepros Tahlrano pulled his older brother aside.

“Hey bro, I got to tell you something,” Tahlrano seemed nervous to his older brother and it took him some time to get to the point.

“Well spit it out little brother,” Tahlrada looked at his brother with concern.

“The captain offered me a permanent part of the crew with a cut and everything,” Tahlrano smiled at his older brother.

“Okay.” Tahlrada replied with surprise smeared all over his face. He had a feeling in his gut that told him that this wasn’t his little brother asking him.

“And I took the offer.” Tahlrada went to argue but saw the look in his brother’s eyes and conceded defeat and didn’t argue with his brother. Instead he just chuckled and looked deep into his brother’s eyes.

“Is this what you really want little brother?"

“It is for now,” Tahlrano said with a smile, “Don’t worry about me you are trying to join that jedi group, at least I will be safe on this ship.” The tears that welled up in Tahlrano’s eyes betrayed his true feelings. Tahlrada felt a knot in his stomach as he smiled and looked his brother in the eyes.

“I will always love you little brother so take care of yourself, and don’t get into too much trouble out here,” Tahlrada could feel the tears welling up in his eyes.

“And you keep your head down big bro, give whoever hell,” tears began to roll down his little brothers face as Tahlrada pulled him in for a big hug. A few minutes later a call came over the comm system for Tahlrada and Keera to come to the shuttle.

Tahlrano accompanied the couple to the planet surface where they came into the Sepros Spaceport, after they were finally cleared to offload two passengers instead of three. Tahlrada got up and grabbed his bag before turning to his brother to give him one more hug. Neither Zabrak said a word as they pulled away from each other and looked into one another eyes. It was an unspoken promise to stay safe between the two brothers.

Tahlrada exited the shuttle and walked up to the customs officer and put his bags on the floor next to him. Keera followed suit and placed her bags next to Tahlrada's bag. Tahlrada presented the man with his papers and a smile. The man looked over Tahlrada’s paperwork and looked at his screen after he scanned it. He smiled back to Tahlrada and waved him through. The process was repeated for Keera whom Tahlrada had attained forged documents from the smuggler captain. At the next desk two customs officers went through their luggage and electronically signed his papers with a seal of Sepros. Tahlrada then continued on to the Spaceport bar where the couple sat down at the bar and enjoyed a quick drink.

“So how do you like your freedom Keera?” Tahlrada smiled at the black haired woman.

“Loving it,” She offered a smile and a kiss.

Keera transferred her loving gaze from Tahlrada to a figure behind him. Tahlrada slowly spun around and placed his hand under his jacket where Tahlrada had fashion a custom holster for his new lightsaber to fit under his armpit and out of site. Standing before Tahlrada was a blue skinned alien with thirteen long tentacles sprouting from the back of his head. His black eyes were like swirling dark wells and his smile was slightly creepy.

"Well look what the cat dragged in," Tahlrada said with a smile.

"I'm glad you made it young friend." The Nautolan replied in return, "and who is this lovely woman next to you and can I entice her to getting with a real man?"

"That's funny and this is my wife, Keera." Tahlrada said as he wrapped her in a hug.

"What part is so funny?" The Nautolan acted like he had been hurt by the friendly bantor.

"Hun this is Coop Ter'An of Glee Anselm, he has been my friend for some time now." Keera offered Coop her hand with a smile.

"Well at least she has manners," Coop mused as he shook her hand and bowed.

"So how goes everything Coop?"

"Not well I have fallen from graces and am being hunted by my fellow sith."

"Well that's no good," Tahlrada replied jokingly, "Hey have you ever heard of the House of Odan urr?"

"Yeah some jedi faction the the brotherhood has come in contact with why do you ask?" Coop had a look of surprise on his face.

"Are they looking for recruits?" Tahlrada said with a smile. Coop started to smile and then burst into laughter.
[[Category:DJB Characters]]

Tahlrada

2013-08-15T17:20:06Z

Coop Ter-An: /* Exodus */

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|image=[[File:Tahlrada.jpg]]
|firstname=Tahlrada
|homeworld=[[starwars:Iridonia|Iridonia]]
|birth=[[10 ABY to 19 ABY|18 ABY]]
|death= Not available
|species=Zabrak
|gender=Male
|hair=Whiteish Bone spurs
|eyes=Neon green
|skin=Tan
|height=6ft 1in
|weight=185lbs
|masters=
|enemies=
|form=*Banlanth
|saber= one green, armory saber,
|fightingstyle= * [[Kartranin]]
* [[Tu’rek]]
|position=none held
|era= [[Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era]]
|affiliation= *House [[Odan Urr]]
|dossier=[[dossier:11209|11209]]
}}

{{Quote|I listen very well, that’s why I am smarter than you, and why I will beat you|Tahlrada}}

'''Tahlrada''' is a tan skinned Zabrak from Iridonia. He was born into a family of very proud Zabrak. Many of the family were well known sith or highly ranked imperial officers. Tahl is a tall and muscled Zabrak with some very unusual physical characteristics. Tahlrada has vibrant green eyes that were very uncommon among his family. On top of his eyes Tahlrada is one of very few Zabrak that have facial hair and eyebrows. He prefers to wear a goatee and never messes with his eyebrows even after his parents pride urged him to keep both shaved off and unnoticeable. Tahlrada couldn’t have cared what the other kids said about him. He had a full beard before he turned 16 and started to groom it to look decent at around his current age. He was the only student to graduate from his academy wearing facial hair in more than six hundred years. His blood was as pure as everyone in his family but he was just an anomaly. Tahlrada’s tattoos were subtle and eloquent and stretched the length of his entire body. His eyes were the most heavily tattooed spot on his body. Even his father was proud of how intense Tahl’s green eyes glared out from the black backdrops of his face and furrowed eyebrows. His glare sent most people running when they approached him to make jests at his facial hair so Tahlrada never saw much physical confrontation throughout his academy years. Tahlrada is also ambidextrous which is rare for a pureblood Zabrak. His facial tattoos were a thick black and mostly comprised of thin vibrant lines that ran the course of his entire body only to avoid the armpits and groin area.

=== Character History ===
== Exodus ==

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Tahlrada woke to the tell-tale reveille that his father always played to wake them for school. Tahlrada rolled out of his bunk and landed on his feet. He sat down on the lower bunk and slipped on his boots. He turned around and slapped the sleeping figure on the bottom bunk before tying his boots. The younger Zabrak sat up with a start.

“Whatwhatimup,” Tahlrano looked around, “I’m up.”
“Let’s go,” Tahlrada sighed, “its breakfast time.”

The two brothers shambled their way down the hall to the kitchen. Tahlrada took his seat opposite his older brother who seemed to frequent this house more often after he graduated then while he attended the academy.

Tahlrada’s family servant entered the room carrying food. The young woman was a human that his father had bought at auction a year or so ago. She had vibrant green eyes and jet black hair and her very presence made Tahlrada feel better. Tahlrada would never admit it but he was madly in love with the human and had been cultivating a relationship with her for a few months now that had culminated a week or so before that day in a secret kiss between the two.

“So,” Tahlrava looked at Tahlrada, “what courses do you have today?” Tahlrada’s father wasn’t stupid. He knew Tahl’s classes almost better than Tahl did. He also knew today was the end of the semester and because Tahlrada had slaved away at his courses he could graduate a semester early so he wouldn’t have to put up with his father for much longer.
“You know the usual,” Tahlrada played it cool under the gaze of his father who was a trained interrogator and avid supporter of the Galactic Empire. Tahlrada had looked at some recruiting pamphlets but was unimpressed at what the waning empire offered. He met a curious nautolan a few years back who came in search of knowledge of Tahlrada’s grandfather Tahlranis who was a known sith traitor who defected to the light side and formed his own Jedi circle. Tahlrada could still remember a few of his grandfather’s lessons before the man fell to the light side. Tahlrada wasn’t even sure if his grandfather was still alive at that point.

Tahlrada would eventually encounter him if he joined any side of this galactic confrontation. Tahlrada had recently come into contact with a Nautolan force user who had come looking for him. The nautolan had a dark blue tint to his skin and a glint of rage and hatred in his eyes. The curious looking nautolan wore blue and black attire and introduced himself as an envoy of the Dark jedi brotherhood to his father. The meeting visibly took its toll on his father who Tahlrada remembered was furious at the curious looking alien. Tahlrada remembered speaking with the man later on in private about his organization and Tahlrada’s curiosity was peeked. The man explained that his organization was very open about partnerships and that they really didn’t mind the fact.

Tahlrada looked at his father who was staring intently at his son.
“I have been talking with the recruiters down at the station,” Tahlrada saw the joy come over his father’s face, “but.”
“But what?” Tahlraga pipped up from across the table as he came up from his plate for air. Tahlrada's brother was tearing into his breakfast like a wild animal that hadn't eaten in days. It reminded Tahlrada of his biology class where they put three predatorily carnivores in a cage for a week to show the students the application of survival of the fittest. After three days the trio began fighting and once the weakest was ascertained the other two killed and ate him for survival. After 6 days the remaining two battled it out where the seemingly weaker one won out and killed and ate the seemingly stronger of the three showing that not only those fit in body but in mind would be the ones to carry on past the brink.

“How about you shut up Tahlraga before me and Tahlrano beat you to death,” one of Tahlrada’s pet peeves was his older brother. Everything about him screamed their father and it infuriated Tahl. Neither of the younger brothers could stand being around their older brother. For all his bluster and bravado he had never left the planet. He had joined the planetary defense force in hopes to rise through the ranks on the curtails of their father's accomplishments.
“Like I was saying,” Tahlrada shot his older brother a glare that was returned with equal intensity, “I am going down there to look over the paper work for enlistment after school today.”
“Good,” the smile on Tahlrava’s face could have been seen from space. The rest of breakfast was filled with small talk on what jobs Tahlrada was looking at. Finally it had to be brought up.

“I am also thinking of taking the force sensitivity test today and see how I score,” you could have heard a pin drop in the room. Tahlrada’s father was a fickle man. He loved the empire but didn’t see the purpose in force users in the galactic empire. “I scored decently last year and you decided that I was too young for the Sith to come recruiting me for their training, I have decided that if the sith offer a better set of skills and pay that I will go that route but if the Galactic Empire puts up a better offer then I will go that route.”
“Son,” Tahlrava shot his son a glare, “if I didn’t send in false records of that test you would have been drug off by the Sith to some experimental facility to be used as a guinea pig in their personal wars between each other."
“Father,” Tahlrava went quiet, “this is my choice, like how Tahlraga would rather stay around home and be a vagabond fighting for your attention even after he graduated.” The insults were heard loud and clear by the entire family and multiple servants. Tahlrano had to actually work to stifle a giggle that drew a glare from Tahlraga. “Anyway father, Tahlrano and I have to head out. We can talk about it tonight when I get home ok.” Tahlrava conceded defeat and offered his son a smirk and a nod. Tahlrava was a fickle man. He loved power and the use of it in force but he also respected those who use restraint of their power to embarrass and out wit their opponents. To him it showed the wisdom to know when to use it to the persons advantage.

Tahlrada left the table and made his way to his room where his bag was. His little brother ran past him with Tahlraga fast in pursuit with a blob of breakfast splattered across the side of his face. Tahlrada couldn’t help but laugh at his brothers as they ended up in the atrium wrestling over the dispute. Tahlrada was not looking forward to tonight when he had planned to flee his home with the Human servant. Tahlrada entered his room where Keera was waiting for him. She approached him with bag in hand and planted a kiss on his lips that centered Tahlrada’s troubled mind.

“I needed that,” Tahlrada offered her a smile before planting another on her lips in return, “make sure you pack all the stuff I told you to.”
“Yes Roddy,” Keera’s nickname for Tahlrada always put a smirk on his face, “I have it all packed and hidden away, ready to go.”
“See you when I get back tonight.” Tahlrada stole one more kiss from the beautiful woman.
“Lets go bantha poodoo!” Tahlrano bellowed up the stairs, “you’re going to make us late...again!”

“I’m coming,” Tahlrada slid down the banister to the atrium landing before he broke into a sprint out the door to his speeder waiting outside. After the two brothers shot of down the street and up into the speeder lanes Tahlrano turned off the music before looking at Tahlrada. Their was a pause as the brothers looked at each other and then watched as their brother and his
psychotic girlfriend pulled alongside.

"So Tahlrada," the attractive woman piped up, "What are you going to do after the academy?" Tahlrada recognized the girl from the popular click. It was made up of the most powerful Zabrak families. Her father was a sith lord and she didn't keep any of her plans to herself. She was planning on joining her father and the galactic empire and begin her training. Tahlrada mused to himself how his brother was playing the stupid girl into thinking he loved her so he could gain stature among his peers. Tahlrada created a short fantasy where the girls father killed his worthless brother and his over controlling father for incompetence at their dreary wedding. It brought a noticeable smile across his face as he came back to reality.

"Hey what's that stare for loser!" Tahlraga had noticed the smile and was not pleased, "why are you looking at my girlfriend that way?"
"Oh no reason," Tahlrada returned to his speeder controls as he heard his brother begin to rile up and yell at him for something or another. Tahlrada pulled his attention from the console just as the speeder lane lights turned green and he sped off weaving in and out of small shuttles and speeders on his way to the academy.

As the duo landed at the academy the whole school seemed a buzz with people running to and fro whispering excitingly. From what Tahlrada could make of it his brother was backed against his speeder by an unknown man with a lightsaber. Tahlrada looked at Tahlrano who nodded as the two Zabrak bounded out of their speeder and headed towards the drop-off pad. The arrived just in time to watch the last half of the drama unfold.

A tall man in a robe and clad in armor was standing in Tahlraga's face and neither was budging. The hooded man had Tahlraga at attention and was giving him an earful. Tahlraga saw his two brothers from over the tall mans shoulder and in his eyes was a pleading stare for them to help him out. Tahlrano placed a hand on Tahlrada's shoulder to restrain his brother. For everything his brother was he still did not deserve this siths verbal assault.

"Hey ugly!" The mans head seemed to perk up at the insult, "Why don't you pick on someone more your intelligence range!" The hooded figure turned to find who it was who was shooting insults at him. Tahlrada had already cleared half the distance from the crowd and was standing alone across from the sith whose red saber hummed menacingly.
"And who would you be," The sith's voice was strong and malevolent and it seemed to carry a threatening tone.
"Who?" Tahlrada pointed at himself and looked around which drew some chuckles from the on looking crowd, "Why I am that fine sack of bantha poodoo's younger brother."
"So," the sith turned back around to look at Tahlraga, "this is your savior, your baby brother?"
"Actually," Tahlrada pipped in to irritate the sith, "I am his younger brother, that," Tahlrada pointed to Tahlrano, "is his baby brother and I am not as nice nor as civil as either of them, nor do I care about your worthless title or that fancy toy you wield." More laughter escaped the onlookers which seemed to just anger the sith even more as the hooded figure glared at the crowd in front of him.
"You will care when I plant it in your chest," the Sith began stomping towards Tahlrada who stood his ground with a smile across his face. The sith pulled the lightsaber back to slash across his body and decapitate Tahlrada.

"Stop!" a voice erupted from the crowd and to Tahlrada's surprise the sith stopped inches from his goal. Both of them turned and looked over to where the voice had come from. Standing before Tahlrada was a man who stood no more than chest high to him and looked old and sickly but stood proudly with his chest out which added to the fact that he was short. Tahlrada didn't let that fact fool him though, this man was the real brains of the operation and the wielder of the greater power between the two. He waved the other sith off and made his way to the center of the circle where Tahlrada was currently standing. He paced around Tahlrada who just stared off into space, irritated with the whole situation.

"Who are you?" the old sith finally asked after he had made a few laps around Tahlrada.
"I am Tahlrada Sven," Tahlrada paused before continuing, "Son of Tahlrava Sven, one of your press gang leaders your highness."
"And I assume you know who I am?" Tahlrada replied with a curt nod, "Then why do you not look at me when you speak to me?"
"I don't know," Tahlrada paused, "because you are ugly." Tahlrada offered with a shrug. The comment brought a smile to the sith lords face.
"Fearless in the face of certain death and fearless in the face of a man who could end your worthless existence with a flick of the wrist," The sith lord's voice got really serious as he finished, "That is a trait of a true leader," The sith began to pace around Tahlrada again, "I have heard your name before Tahlrada, I believe it has something to do with your early graduation with the highest marks in a millennium if you pass your classes today."
"Yes my lord," Tahlrada refused to look down at this man. Even through all the bravery Tahlrada could feel fear creeping into his mind and taunting him.
"Yet you come to the aid of family in a crisis whether you know the circumstances or not," Tahlrada's nerves were on edge, "and what would you do if my apprentice removes your brothers head at the shoulders?"
"Oh I don't know my lord, throw a party." A curious look came across the Sith lords face as he pondered the statement.
"Throw one in honor of his life before he was killed?" Tahlrada shook his head in disagreement which drew an even more puzzled stare from the Sith lord, "then why?"
"More like a party to rejoice him not existing to harass us," another smile crept across the sith lords face as he turned to face Tahlrada's brother. His hand began to raise when Tahlrada spoke again, "But."
"But what?" the sith lord turned to look at Tahlrada.
"I would be honor bound to destroy the killer and cut him into little pieces and feed him to a bantha." The sith lords smile was no longer there and a glare of seriousness came across Tahlrada's face as he glared down at the Sith Lord in turn. The air seemed to thicken as the two glared into each others eyes in what seemed to be a match between their souls.

"Well," The Sith lord kept his gaze with Tahlrada who was still glaring intently at the older human, "Then we best not cause trouble then, Darissi!" The girl from before slinked over to the sith lord with her head bowed in homage to the sith lord, "Your father wants you protected and it seems that if your current boyfriend cannot protect you from even my apprentice then you should be with a boy who has no fear of a fight."
"Before you go any farther my lord, I already have a girlfriend and am quite content with not being anywhere near this woman."
"Oh really?" the Sith lords eyes perked up, "you do know who her father is right?"
"Some high and mighty sith lord," Tahlrada paused.
"He is a Grand Moff and Sith Lord and would do any career you choose very well to be in his good graces."
"Sorry my lord," Tahlrada stopped him with an upraised hand, "but I don't like playing at politician, that's what your type are good at, personally I like to just stay out of everyone's way and let them kill each other over nothing."
"You call coming to the aid of family staying out of the way?" The sith lord gave Tahlrada a queer look before continuing, "I will let you get to class but I will have my eye on you." The sith lord turned and waved to his apprentice and as he turned to leave he shot Tahlrada one more glance. It seemed Tahlrada had intrigued the one group of people he didn't want to intrigue.

As Tahlrada went to rejoin Tahlrano someone grabbed his shoulder and stopped him. Tahlrada turned just intime to see his older brothers fist and then a flash of light as the sudden strike stunned him.
"What gave you the right to step in?!?" Tahlraga's face was covered in a veil of rage. Tahlrada knew his brother would never take him in a one on one fight and win so the sucker punch didn't surprise Tahlrada in the least bit.
"Well you were standing there about to get hewn in two over some girl and you were just going to take it so I stepped in to avoid the inconvenience of our fathers wrath after your brutal murder." Tahlrada got up brushed himself off, smiled and rejoined Tahlrano.

“So are we really going through with it?” Tahlrano whispered in his ear. Tahlrada could see the concern on his younger brothers face.
“Yes,” Tahlrada said with a smile, “don’t worry it’s all set up and ready, this time tomorrow all three of us will be well out of this galaxy before our father can even raise his voice in dismay.”

School that day went as well as it could have after the morning altercation with the two sith. Tahlrada ran into the two dark figures a couple of times between classes as the roamed the halls. Tahlrada spent most of his day finishing up final exams and getting them scored. He saw his brother a few times in front of the dean’s office standing next to some poor sap who Tahlrano had a problem with. He seemed to be making the most of his last day in this slave driving academy.

“Here you go sir,” Tahlrada handed the finals proctor his final exam on Iridonian history and waited for him to score it.
“Highest marks again Tahlrada your father should be really proud. Your brother will be angered at the thought that you outdid every one of his records set at this academy in one less year than he did.”
“Thank you Proctor Tennel, it has been fun but I am glad I wont ever have to see this place again.”
“Really, big plans after the academy?”
“Yes sir, probably the Empire but I am taking the force sensitivity test at the recruiting station after I leave here.” The old proctor offered a smirk and a nod before he spoke.
"Oh really," A familiar voice piped up from the back of the room. Tahlrada turned to see the two sith at the back of the room. The big one was standing with a saberstaff laying across his forearm while the old sith lord was sitting on a desk with his lightsaber dangling from his belt, "That must be a coincidence because I was asked to be an assistant proctor for the exam today." An evil smile crept across the mans face as he stared at Tahlrada, "This is going to be fun after all."

Tahlrada made his way down to the gymnasium where they were to administrate the test. He could hear the ominous foot steps of the two sith just feet behind him. He knew this was not going to be fun but he had to get it over with. Tahlrada entered the gymnasium where one candidate was just then being put on a stretcher and carried out of the building.

"The exam seems to have gotten easier," The sith lord said from behind Tahlrada, "In my day if you failed, you died."

The coldness in the man's voice drove the point home and it was only then that Tahlrada realized that he was going to be slated against one of the two accomplished sith behind him. Tahlrada went over to the head proctor who had him sign some things on a holopad and then escorted him over to get the force sensing gear on. It took readings on how much of the force you were exerting.

Tahlrada dawned the gear and chose two lightsabers from the weapons table. One was a dual-phase lightsaber with two preset lengths that he could change during the fight. He clicked it over to the longer length which was a standard length lightsaber. He deposited the other hilt on his belt. It was a Shoto lightsaber for when he would need to dual wield. The other preset length on the lightsaber was a length between that of a standard lightsaber and a Shoto giving it more speed and maneuverability during a fight and easier to wield one handed than the standard length lightsaber.

Tahlrada entered the arena where all of the proctors were already awaiting him. Tahlrada knew it would be a random attack that he would have to sense from someone among the group. All of the proctors carried the same simple hilts of training sabers but each proctor had a different hilt. The head proctor carried with him a curved hilt lightsaber on his belt which made fighting him even more of a challenge if he was his opponent. The variable angles that the hilt allowed him always seemed to confuse Tahlrada and it was definitely one of his week point. The Assistant proctor to the Head Proctors right was carrying guard shoto lightsabers or as they were commonly referred to as lightsaber tonfa. They were a primarily defensive lightsaber but was highly maneuverable which made it a hassle to fight. The proctor to the left of the Head Proctor was the Sith lord from before. He was carrying a very rare lightsaber hilt. In his hand was a cross guard lightsaber. It had the standard emitter but also one that pointed at an angle right next to it but facing the opposite way. Its secondary blade was used to protect the hand but also was used to make the hilt a deadly weapon if used in a jab. Tahlrada's nerves were on edge as he looked at the other Proctors who all seemed to have standard hilts or Saberstaffs. One in particular was the Apprentice from before. He could see it in the mans eyes that he was the one Tahlrada was fighting and laying across his arms was a saberstaff.

Tahlrada gathered his nerves as best he could given the current situation. Tahlrada adjusted his gear and stretched a little for the coming fight. The Head Proctor seemed to be looking over something on his holopad so Tahlrada had a little time to prepare. He gave a quick bow to all the proctors in the room and then locked stares with the Sith lord from earlier who offered a quick wink and a grin. Tahlrada's nerves shot through the roof and he could tell from the wry smirks emerging from the assembled that they could sense his feelings at that moment.

Almost on cue the Head Proctor looked up from his holopad and gave a quick return bow to Tahlrada.
"In accordance with the Galactic empires regulations you, Tahlrada Sven have willingly agreed to partake in this test?"
"Yes Head Proctor," Tahlrada's attention was now focused on the Head Proctor and for some reason it calmed him.
"You have completed this exam before?" the Head Proctor looked up from his holopad again at Tahlrada for confirmation.
"Yes Head Proctor."
"Then we shall begin with your force application test," The Head Proctor pointed to the objects in front of Tahlrada, "Move those from the floor to the table please."
This part of the exam was easy for Tahlrada as he reached out with the force and grabbed on to a couple of the items. His grandfather had taught him how to lift small objects with the force when he was a child and he had used it a couple times to hide his older brothers toys when they were children. Tahlrada made quick work of the task and waited for the Head Proctor to continue.

"Well done," The Head Proctor said in his usual robotic like voice, "Now comes your combat test to see if you have any ability with a lightsaber."
Tahlrada had been part of his schools saber team since his first years at the academy. Just a few months before he had won the Iridonian Academy Sabering World Championship in the same arena they were standing in.
"Your opponent was predetermined before you entered and he will attack when ready you have ten minutes to score a hit." All of the Proctors stepped back to include the Sith Lords apprentice. Tahlrada began to doubt he was even facing the large armored man until he heard a tell tale ignition of a saberstaff coming to life. Tahlrada drew out his hilt and ignited it with a flick of his wrist. Tahlrada faced off with the man who didn't seem very knowledgeable with the saberstaff. In fact to Tahlrada he looked kind of awkward with the weapon like this was one of the few times he had wielded it against an opponent. Tahlrada presented his lightsaber before him held in both hands in a defensive stance.

The Apprentice was the first to make his move. He made a short hop forward and slapped at Tahlrada's blade before bouncing back to a distance. They began circling each other like two predators circling a kill. The Apprentice hopped in again and this time attacked with both blade from either directions. Tahlrada could tell the man was smarter than he looked and was testing Tahlrada's simple but effective defense. Tahlrada began to get impatient with the mans slow progression of the fight so Tahlrada switched tactics and stepped forward and attacked the man with a stab that the apprentice easily knocked aside. His second blade came careening in at Tahlrada's face but hit nothing but air. Tahlrada had ducked the predictable attack and dodged back out of the mans striking range. Finally the man waded in to begin the fight.

He lead with a stab that Tahlrada easily deflected the attack downward and adjusted his grip to change his primary hand as he spun his blade and knocked aside the mans downward follow up attack. The man didn't seem phased at the well timed defense of the Zabrak in front of him but instead continued his attack by bringing the primary blade around in a waist high spin as Tahlrada reversed his spin and brought his blade in an arc in front of him. The two lightsabers collided in a blinding flash as the two men exchanged attacks and parries. Tahlrada began to shift to a more offensive stance and to attack the apprentice a more and more as the fight progressed. The Two men seemed evenly matched in the contest of speed and timing so Tahlrada changed his tactics up again and came in with another stab at the mans midsection. The apprentice brought his blade across to deflect the simple attack but hit nothing but air as Tahlrada twisted the bottom of his hilt and the blade shortened about a foot in length. The surprise change in tactics forced the man to turn his body and lean back as he brought the other blade across and slammed it into the shorter lightsaber. Tahlrada let go of the hilt with his left hand and retrieved the shoto lightsaber's hilt from across the back of his belt. As Tahlrada produced the shorter lightsaber he ignited the blade and smacked the two engaged blades to the side. The move surprised even the assistant proctors who were watching the duel. The tactic also forced the apprentice to take a short hurried retreat out of range and reassess his opponent. Tahlrada modified his stance a little and held the shoto saber up high in front of him in a horizontal position above his head with his primary saber at chest level and pointed up and to his left giving him a strong defensive stance that allowed for quick attacks and easy defense. The Apprentice seemed to be puzzled by the weird stance that the Zabrak was taken. After a few tense moments he waded in at the Zabrak with a stab that Tahlrada easily defended with the longer of the two sabers. Tahlrada saw his chance and took it. He took a strong step forward and dropped to both knees and slid under the mans follow up attack from his second blade. With his shoto out front for defense he trailed his right arm behind him and in close to the Apprentice and swiped at the mans leg. Tahlrada could feel the impact of the weapon on the mans thigh. Tahlrada had scored the hit solidly a few inches below the mans hip. As Tahlrada came to a sliding stop he bounded to his feet and spun around in a defensive stance with his shoto low and horizontal in front of him and his lightsaber leveled at the apprentice whose back was still turned to him. Tahlrada expected the fight to go on but the bell rang for the end of the fight. Tahlrada looked up at the timer. He had made the only Contact point in the fight with only seconds to spare. Tahlrada breathed a sigh of relief that the contest was over. He was dripping with sweat and more tired than he had ever been from any competition fight before.

"Good show!" The sith lord bellowed aloud as he clapped vigorously, "That was my favorite fight so far today."
"Tahlrada Sven," the Head Proctor interjected, "Well done from all the Proctors, we will deliberate and score the fight and you will be contacted with our decision."
Tahlrada bowed to the Proctors assembly and bowed to his opponent and left the arena. Tahlrada slowly removed all the sweat drenched gear and placed the two saber hilts back on the table where he had gotten them. There were a dozen or so other students waiting for their names to come up on the board but most were cheering and clapping at Tahlrada. The exams were broadcast all across Iridonia. The planet found it to be a great honor to participate in the exam and so they watched it to support the many young Zabrak that partook in the trials. Tahlrada was so far the only person to score a solid hit without being hit himself. The apprentice had already taken down five others that day in the first few minutes of their respective fights. Each time had been easy opponents who could barely wield a lightsaber against a training droid let alone an apprentice of a sith lord. One of Tahlrada's buddies ran up to him and delivered some news on his younger brother who had been on the opposite side of the gossip spectrum. Tahlrada quickly showered and left the gymnasium area and headed towards the academy's detention center.

Tahlrada waited for about an hour for his younger brother to be released from the Academy’s detaining cells for his blatant throttling of the dean of students.
“You couldn’t have kept it somewhat on the down low could you?” Tahlrano offered him a sarcastic glare before he jumped into the passenger seat of the speeder.
"I don't know why you care, your exam is world news. No one has bested a current apprentice in a fight before."
They sped off from the academy with laughter on their lips and joy in their hearts. If all went well they would never return to that school.

Tahlrada brought the speeder to a slow, descending stop on the speeder pad outside their home. Immediately something seemed off about their home. There were a lot of speeders parked outside and none of the servants were moving about doing their chores. Tahlrada entered the front doors and deposited his bag on a hook in the closet. Tahlrano slumped in behind him and followed suit knowing the earful he would catch for his shenanigans at school. Tahlrada stopped as he came into the main room where his father was sitting at the family table. Tahlrada looked around and saw a dozen men in different points in the room. Tahlrada knew all the men that were in the room thru his father as his fathers co-workers and subordinates. Tahlrada knew exactly what this was about and he had prepared to face this but only as a worst case scenario.

"So son," Tahlrada's Father said as he looked up from the datapad before him, "I may not pay that much attention to the everyday things around this home, but someone does."
"Well isn't that heartwarming," Tahlrada shot back sarcastically, Tahlrada could feel his anger boiling up. “I thought I told you I was going down and enlisting.”
"Do not take that tone of voice with me son," Tahlrada's father.
"Don't call me that like you actually acted like a father to either of us," Tahlrada shot back at the lean looking Zabrak, "You have never been a father to me, all you ever did was spoil that bitch of a brother of ours and ignore us." Tahlrada motioned to himself and Tahlrano who was standing a few paces behind him.
"Whatever you may think about me, you know where this family stands on graduates," Tahlrada's father said as he maintained his cold demeanor, "You will accompany me and my friends to the Imperial Recruitment station and enlist in the Imperial military I am not going to let your crush on a human slave jeopardize your future."

Tahlrada’s heart fell into his stomach as a large man stepped aside to show the badly beaten and shackled Keera. Tahlrada looked at the big man who was smiling menacingly.
“Was it you?” Tahlrada pointed at the big man who offered a tell tale grin, “Your life is now forfeit.” As soon as the big man stepped aside Tahlrano took off in a sprint down the hallway and into their fathers study. He easily cracked the safe combination and retrieved a green velvet bag from the depths of it. He came into the room a few seconds after Tahlrada’s threat and placed the cylinder in his hand from behind before he took off sprinting out the front door. Tahlrada looked down at his hand at the small green bag and untied the cord fastening it shut. he dumped the contents of the bag out into his hand, two small colored stones fell from it alone with parts, all cylindrical and in a jumble. Three of the men before Tahlrada ignited red light batons used in riot control and on unruly inmates by the authorities. The thing they didn’t realize was this was his grandfathers lightsaber that their father had dismantled. Tahlrada closed his eyes and the brought the image of the lightsaber to the forefront of his imagination. With a smile Tahlrada reached out with the living force and the parts lifted up before him. The entire room stopped and watched as Tahlrada's glare deepened and his neon emerald green eyes poked out from beneath his furrowed brow. The parts began to meticulously click together as Tahlrada began to smile. A few moments of silence and awe passed before the finished project floated before Tahlrada who reached out and grasped the smooth silver cylinder. Tahlrada smiled as he ignited the lightsaber and watched as a deep emerald blade erupted from the newly rebuilt lightsaber.

“How dare you!” the entire room froze as they looked back at Tahlrava. He hated his father and lightsabers, yet he could never dispose of his last memories of his father. Tahlrada gave the saber a few more quick spins before he charged the big man with lightsaber in hand. Two of the men tried to attack him head on and it ended with them cut down on the floor. The entire room went silent again as a crooked grin spread across Tahlrada’s face. The last man with the light baton came in hard at Tahlrada’s back. He came at the Zabrak from behind with a downward slash aimed at the back of his head but never Connected. The man came to a suddne halt as his face twisted into a grimace and he groaned in pain. He slowly slumped to the floor next to the other two assailants. Tahlrada was now squared up with the man that had laid his hands on Keera.

With a swift swip of the lightsaber the confrontation came to an end before the man could try to react to the attack. The stupid look of bravado and arrogance still on his face as his lifeless body fell to the floor and his head rolled to within inches of his father. Tahlrada shot the other men a look that caused them all to freeze where they stood. One of the men defecated himself in a vocal manor so that the whole room looked at him. Tahlrada smiled as he cut the shackles on Keera’s ankles and wrists before making his way to the doorway to the room where Tahlrano had just sprinted by with a bag in each hand and one strung over his shoulder.

"You brought this on yourselves father," Tahlrada said as he slowly backed out of the room. He was stopped by a voice behind his father.
"You will regret doing this little brother,” Tahlraga stepped from the darkness behind his father, “See father, I told you he would betray our family if we kept that dark haired bitch around."

Tahlrada went to charge his brother but Keera’s hands tightening on his arm stopped him dead in his tracks. He looked over his shoulder at Keera and she gave him a look before speaking, “We need to go Roddy, they have already called friends to help stop us, we need to go.” Tahlrada offered her a nod of agreement as they began slowly backing out towards the door. The group seemed to flow with them as they left they stayed just out of distance from an attack but enough for their overwhelming presence to be known. As Tahlrada got to the open door he offered a smile and exited slamming the door and barring it with a metal bar that his brother had set next to the door.

Tahlrada turned and began sprinting across the landing pad to his speeder. Tahlrano was already in the backseat awaiting the two. Tahlrada landed in the speeder as he deactivated his grandfather’s lightsaber. He looked back at the door to see his father looking out of the windows
“Hey we need to get moving bro,” The young Zabrak piped up.
“I know Tahlrano,” Tahlrada looked back over his shoulder where he saw his older brother come bursting out of a window onto the landing, “let’s get out of here Tahlrano.” The speeder lurched into motion as his brother came up sprinting up to the speeders bumper. The speeder roared to life and jolted as they accelerated off of the landing pad and into traffic. Tahlrada knew his father’s men would be out in force to try and stop him but it wouldn’t work.

“Go!” Tahlrada’s father yelled at his men “scrapes and bruises only!” The men jumped on speeder bikes and speeders that they had parked out front.
“Tahlrava where do you think your son is going?” One man asked Tahlrada’s father.
“He is trying to escape the city and get off planet,” Tahlrava replied, “Get a hold of everyone and lock down the city. No one leaves.”
"Well this is a mighty interesting turn of events." A voice spoke up from behind Tahlrava. Tahlrava spun about to see who the newcomer was and found himself face to face with four sith.
"What," Tahlrava stuttered, "What are you doing at my home sith?"
"Oh we came to collect your son," the Sith lord offered a smile, "You see your boy would make a fine addition to our ranks seeing as he has already beaten an accomplish sith apprentice in a duel."
"What?" Tahlrava was confused at what had transpired, "What are you talking about my son has never fought a sith apprentice."
"Oh quite the contrary," The Sith Lord smiled evily, "He did today during his force sensitivity exam and he blew the rest of the students out of the water." Tahlrava looked at the sith in horror.
"This is a personal matter my Lord," Tahlrava managed to force out.
"I have a question are there anymore in your family that are force sensitive?" The sith lord shot Tahlraga a look who returned it with a glare, "Well that glare is familiar, and I bet if I brought up his test he would have done as poorly as your other son did last year, just under not trainable right?"
Tahlrava could feel the heat in his face as embarrassment flooded his nerves.
"Oh," The Sith lord jested, "So it is true all of your children are force sensitive."
"No my Lord," Tahlrava lied thru his teeth to protect his sons from their grandfathers curse.
"You are lying," The sith lord motioned for the three sith with him to take Tahlraga, "I expect you to cooperate and if you find your other son before we do, bring him to the academy where our ship is or we will come and take the other two as well, the crew will contact us if you bring him." Tahlrava could hear the threat loud and clear as the sith boarded a shuttle with Tahlraga.

As the trio rounded a corner Tahlrada brought the speeder to a stop and aimed the speeder down the street towards the city limits. It was a one kilometer straight shot of deserted street that led to the outskirts of the town. The two young Zabrak shared a glance and a nod to each other as they unloaded everything and Tahlrada flipped the accelerator to the speeder and sent it careening down the street at top speed. The trio sat back in the alleyway and watched as the entirety of the press gang blew by. Tahlrada nodded to his younger brother and Keera to make their way farther into the alley. The two Zabrak and the human girl came to an abandoned building where a small transport shuttle was waiting. There was a small crew of three standing around with blaster pistols drawn as the group entered the building.

“Its about time you swamp rats showed,” A tall female human said with a smile as she emerged from the shadows, “I was wondering if you would ever show.”
“We need to get going ma’am,” Tahlrano said as he dropped the bag his brother had packed for him into the transport, “What are we waiting for.”
“For the rest of my pay,” the woman said with a false smile.
“What do you mean ‘the rest’; I already paid you in full!” Tahlrano’s anger and frustration could be heard in his voice.
“Tahlrano, what’s wrong?” Tahlrada said as he entered the small shuttle and deposited his and Keera’s bag on the floor.
“She said she is waiting for the rest of her pay.”
“I didn’t sign up for this attention so my fee has gone up since you didn’t let me know I was going to have to hide from Imperial press gangs that would be pursuing you.” Tahlrada sighed and knew he wasn’t going to get anywhere with arguing with the mouthy human.
“Here,” Tahlrada produced five hundred of the credits he had left and handed them to her, “Is that enough for the added trouble?” The woman counted it and nodded.
“This will have to do.” She shot Tahlrada a suspicious look that was met by Tahl’s brick wall of a glare.

The three men that had been standing guard clambered into the small shuttle. They worked fervently to batten down the hatches before taking their seats in front of the trio. Shortly after that the shuttle lifted off the ground and the left the planet of Iridonia and docked with the smugglers ship and offloaded its cargo.

“Welcome to the Sovereign,” The woman paused as she showed off the ship to the group, “He may be hard on the eyes but if you show him love he will get you wherever you want to go.”
The trio’s voyage was mainly filled with chores and the random drinking contest between the men that manned the Sovereign. Along with the everyday stuff Tahlrada and Keera’s relationship had cultivated to more extra-curricular activities. Their love for each other was evident among the crew and none of the crew of the Sovereign approached the attractive human out of respect for her Zabrak lover. Time flew fast for the group as the ship made its way to Sepros. A week before they entered Sepros the Captain of the Sovereign performed a marriage between Tahlrada and Keera. They sent the documents to the Hutts who legitimized the marriage with slightly legit papers.

They spent their one day honeymoon in the captains quarters that had been offered to them by the captain. Tahlrada promised Keera a proper honeymoon after they found a planet to settle down on or were among allies that could ensure their protection. Keera was content with the one day honeymoon on the medium sized freighter.

About a week after Tahlrada's wedding they entered the system. As they came within sight of Sepros Tahlrano pulled his older brother aside.
“Hey bro, I got to tell you something,” Tahlrano seemed nervous to his older brother and it took him some time to get to the point.
“Well spit it out bro,” Tahlrada looked at his brother with concern.
“The captain offered me a permanent part of the crew with a cut and everything,” Tahlrano smiled at his older brother.
“Okay.” Tahlrada replied with surprise smeared all over his face. He had a feeling in his gut that told him that this wasn’t his little brother asking him.
“And I took the offer.” Tahlrada went to argue but saw the look in his brother’s eyes and conceded defeat and didn’t argue with his brother. Instead he just chuckled and looked deep into his brother’s eyes.
“Is this what you really want little brother?"
“It is for now,” Tahlrano said with a smile, “Don’t worry about me you are trying to join that jedi group, at least I will be safe on this ship.” The tears that welled up in Tahlrano’s eyes betrayed his true feelings. Tahlrada felt a knot in his stomach as he smiled and looked his brother in the eyes.
“I will always love you little brother so take care of yourself, and don’t get into too much trouble out here,” Tahlrada could feel the tears welling up in his eyes.
“And you keep your head down big bro, give whoever hell,” tears began to roll down his little brothers face as Tahlrada pulled him in for a big hug. A few minutes later a call came over the comm system for Tahlrada and Keera to come to the shuttle.

Tahlrano accompanied the couple to the planet surface where they came into the Sepros Spaceport, after they were finally cleared to offload two passengers instead of three. Tahlrada got up and grabbed his bag before turning to his brother to give him one more hug. Neither Zabrak said a word as they pulled away from each other and looked into one another eyes. It was an unspoken promise to stay safe between the two brothers.

Tahlrada exited the shuttle and walked up to the customs officer and put his bags on the floor next to him. Keera followed suit and placed her bags next to Tahlrada's bag. Tahlrada presented the man with his papers and a smile. The man looked over Tahlrada’s paperwork and looked at his screen after he scanned it. He smiled back to Tahlrada and waved him through. The process was repeated for Keera whom Tahlrada had attained forged documents from the smuggler captain. At the next desk two customs officers went through their luggage and electronically signed his papers with a seal of Sepros. Tahlrada then continued on to the Spaceport bar where the couple sat down at the bar and enjoyed a quick drink.

“So how do you like your freedom Keera?” Tahlrada smiled at the black haired woman.
“Loving it,” She offered a smile and a kiss.

Keera transferred her loving gaze from Tahlrada to a figure behind him. Tahlrada slowly spun around and placed his hand under his jacket where Tahlrada had fashion a custom holster for his new lightsaber to fit under his armpit and out of site. Standing before Tahlrada was a blue skinned alien with thirteen long tentacles sprouting from the back of his head. His black eyes were like swirling dark wells and his smile was slightly creepy.
"Well look what the cat dragged in," Tahlrada said with a smile.
"I'm glad you made it young friend." The Nautolan replied in return, "and who is this lovely woman next to you and can I entice her to getting with a real man?"
"That's funny and this is my wife, Keera." Tahlrada said as he wrapped her in a hug.
"What part is so funny?" The Nautolan acted like he had been hurt by the friendly bantor.
"Hun this is Coop Ter'An of Glee Anselm, he has been my friend for some time now." Keera offered Coop her hand with a smile.
"Well at least she has manners," Coop mused as he shook her hand and bowed.
"So how goes everything Coop?"
"Not well I have fallen from graces and am being hunted by my fellow sith."
"Well that's no good," Tahlrada replied jokingly, "Hey have you ever heard of the House of Odan urr?"
"Yeah some jedi faction the the brotherhood has come in contact with why do you ask?"
"Are they looking for recruits?" Tahlrada said with a smile. Coop smiled and shook his head in agreement.
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Tahlrada

2013-08-15T15:16:54Z

Coop Ter-An: /* Exodus */

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|type=Obelisk
|image=[[File:Tahlrada.jpg]]
|firstname=Tahlrada
|homeworld=[[starwars:Iridonia|Iridonia]]
|birth=[[10 ABY to 19 ABY|18 ABY]]
|death= Not available
|species=Zabrak
|gender=Male
|hair=Whiteish Bone spurs
|eyes=Neon green
|skin=Tan
|height=6ft 1in
|weight=185lbs
|masters=
|enemies=
|form=*Banlanth
|saber= one green, armory saber,
|fightingstyle= * [[Kartranin]]
* [[Tu’rek]]
|position=none held
|era= [[Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era]]
|affiliation= *House [[Odan Urr]]
|dossier=[[dossier:11209|11209]]
}}

{{Quote|I listen very well, that’s why I am smarter than you, and why I will beat you|Tahlrada}}

'''Tahlrada''' is a tan skinned Zabrak from Iridonia. He was born into a family of very proud Zabrak. Many of the family were well known sith or highly ranked imperial officers. Tahl is a tall and muscled Zabrak with some very unusual physical characteristics. Tahlrada has vibrant green eyes that were very uncommon among his family. On top of his eyes Tahlrada is one of very few Zabrak that have facial hair and eyebrows. He prefers to wear a goatee and never messes with his eyebrows even after his parents pride urged him to keep both shaved off and unnoticeable. Tahlrada couldn’t have cared what the other kids said about him. He had a full beard before he turned 16 and started to groom it to look decent at around his current age. He was the only student to graduate from his academy wearing facial hair in more than six hundred years. His blood was as pure as everyone in his family but he was just an anomaly. Tahlrada’s tattoos were subtle and eloquent and stretched the length of his entire body. His eyes were the most heavily tattooed spot on his body. Even his father was proud of how intense Tahl’s green eyes glared out from the black backdrops of his face and furrowed eyebrows. His glare sent most people running when they approached him to make jests at his facial hair so Tahlrada never saw much physical confrontation throughout his academy years. Tahlrada is also ambidextrous which is rare for a pureblood Zabrak. His facial tattoos were a thick black and mostly comprised of thin vibrant lines that ran the course of his entire body only to avoid the armpits and groin area.

=== Character History ===
== Exodus ==

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Tahlrada woke to the tell-tale reveille that his father always played to wake them for school. Tahlrada rolled out of his bunk and landed on his feet. He sat down on the lower bunk and slipped on his boots. He turned around and slapped the sleeping figure on the bottom bunk before tying his boots. The younger Zabrak sat up with a start.

“Whatwhatimup,” Tahlrano looked around, “I’m up.”
“Let’s go,” Tahlrada sighed, “its breakfast time.”

The two brothers shambled their way down the hall to the kitchen. Tahlrada took his seat opposite his older brother who seemed to frequent this house more often after he graduated then while he attended the academy.

Tahlrada’s family servant entered the room carrying food. The young woman was a human that his father had bought at auction a year or so ago. She had vibrant green eyes and jet black hair and her very presence made Tahlrada feel better. Tahlrada would never admit it but he was madly in love with the human and had been cultivating a relationship with her for a few months now that had culminated a week or so before that day in a secret kiss between the two.

“So,” Tahlrava looked at Tahlrada, “what courses do you have today?” Tahlrada’s father wasn’t stupid. He knew Tahl’s classes almost better than Tahl did. He also knew today was the end of the semester and because Tahlrada had slaved away at his courses he could graduate a semester early so he wouldn’t have to put up with his father for much longer.
“You know the usual,” Tahlrada played it cool under the gaze of his father who was a trained interrogator and avid supporter of the Galactic Empire. Tahlrada had looked at some recruiting pamphlets but was unimpressed at what the waning empire offered. He met a curious nautolan a few years back who came in search of knowledge of Tahlrada’s grandfather Tahlranis who was a known sith traitor who defected to the light side and formed his own Jedi circle. Tahlrada could still remember a few of his grandfather’s lessons before the man fell to the light side. Tahlrada wasn’t even sure if his grandfather was still alive at that point.

Tahlrada would eventually encounter him if he joined any side of this galactic confrontation. Tahlrada had recently come into contact with a Nautolan force user who had come looking for him. The nautolan had a dark blue tint to his skin and a glint of rage and hatred in his eyes. The curious looking nautolan wore blue and black attire and introduced himself as an envoy of the Dark jedi brotherhood to his father. The meeting visibly took its toll on his father who Tahlrada remembered was furious at the curious looking alien. Tahlrada remembered speaking with the man later on in private about his organization and Tahlrada’s curiosity was peeked. The man explained that his organization was very open about partnerships and that they really didn’t mind the fact.

Tahlrada looked at his father who was staring intently at his son.
“I have been talking with the recruiters down at the station,” Tahlrada saw the joy come over his father’s face, “but.”
“But what?” Tahlraga pipped up from across the table as he came up from his plate for air. Tahlrada's brother was tearing into his breakfast like a wild animal that hadn't eaten in days. It reminded Tahlrada of his biology class where they put three predatorily carnivores in a cage for a week to show the students the application of survival of the fittest. After three days the trio began fighting and once the weakest was ascertained the other two killed and ate him for survival. After 6 days the remaining two battled it out where the seemingly weaker one won out and killed and ate the seemingly stronger of the three showing that not only those fit in body but in mind would be the ones to carry on past the brink.

“How about you shut up Tahlraga before me and Tahlrano beat you to death,” one of Tahlrada’s pet peeves was his older brother. Everything about him screamed their father and it infuriated Tahl. Neither of the younger brothers could stand being around their older brother. For all his bluster and bravado he had never left the planet. He had joined the planetary defense force in hopes to rise through the ranks on the curtails of their father's accomplishments.
“Like I was saying,” Tahlrada shot his older brother a glare that was returned with equal intensity, “I am going down there to look over the paper work for enlistment after school today.”
“Good,” the smile on Tahlrava’s face could have been seen from space. The rest of breakfast was filled with small talk on what jobs Tahlrada was looking at. Finally it had to be brought up.

“I am also thinking of taking the force sensitivity test today and see how I score,” you could have heard a pin drop in the room. Tahlrada’s father was a fickle man. He loved the empire but didn’t see the purpose in force users in the galactic empire. “I scored decently last year and you decided that I was too young for the Sith to come recruiting me for their training, I have decided that if the sith offer a better set of skills and pay that I will go that route but if the Galactic Empire puts up a better offer then I will go that route.”
“Son,” Tahlrava shot his son a glare, “if I didn’t send in false records of that test you would have been drug off by the Sith to some experimental facility to be used as a guinea pig in their personal wars between each other."
“Father,” Tahlrava went quiet, “this is my choice, like how Tahlraga would rather stay around home and be a vagabond fighting for your attention even after he graduated.” The insults were heard loud and clear by the entire family and multiple servants. Tahlrano had to actually work to stifle a giggle that drew a glare from Tahlraga. “Anyway father, Tahlrano and I have to head out. We can talk about it tonight when I get home ok.” Tahlrava conceded defeat and offered his son a smirk and a nod. Tahlrava was a fickle man. He loved power and the use of it in force but he also respected those who use restraint of their power to embarrass and out wit their opponents. To him it showed the wisdom to know when to use it to the persons advantage.

Tahlrada left the table and made his way to his room where his bag was. His little brother ran past him with Tahlraga fast in pursuit with a blob of breakfast splattered across the side of his face. Tahlrada couldn’t help but laugh at his brothers as they ended up in the atrium wrestling over the dispute. Tahlrada was not looking forward to tonight when he had planned to flee his home with the Human servant. Tahlrada entered his room where Keera was waiting for him. She approached him with bag in hand and planted a kiss on his lips that centered Tahlrada’s troubled mind.

“I needed that,” Tahlrada offered her a smile before planting another on her lips in return, “make sure you pack all the stuff I told you to.”
“Yes Roddy,” Keera’s nickname for Tahlrada always put a smirk on his face, “I have it all packed and hidden away, ready to go.”
“See you when I get back tonight.” Tahlrada stole one more kiss from the beautiful woman.
“Lets go bantha poodoo!” Tahlrano bellowed up the stairs, “you’re going to make us late...again!”

“I’m coming,” Tahlrada slid down the banister to the atrium landing before he broke into a sprint out the door to his speeder waiting outside. After the two brothers shot of down the street and up into the speeder lanes Tahlrano turned off the music before looking at Tahlrada. Their was a pause as the brothers looked at each other and then watched as their brother and his
psychotic girlfriend pulled alongside.

"So Tahlrada," the attractive woman piped up, "What are you going to do after the academy?" Tahlrada recognized the girl from the popular click. It was made up of the most powerful Zabrak families. Her father was a sith lord and she didn't keep any of her plans to herself. She was planning on joining her father and the galactic empire and begin her training. Tahlrada mused to himself how his brother was playing the stupid girl into thinking he loved her so he could gain stature among his peers. Tahlrada created a short fantasy where the girls father killed his worthless brother and his over controlling father for incompetence at their dreary wedding. It brought a noticeable smile across his face as he came back to reality.

"Hey what's that stare for loser!" Tahlraga had noticed the smile and was not pleased, "why are you looking at my girlfriend that way?"
"Oh no reason," Tahlrada returned to his speeder controls as he heard his brother begin to rile up and yell at him for something or another. Tahlrada pulled his attention from the console just as the speeder lane lights turned green and he sped off weaving in and out of small shuttles and speeders on his way to the academy.

As the duo landed at the academy the whole school seemed a buzz with people running to and fro whispering excitingly. From what Tahlrada could make of it his brother was backed against his speeder by an unknown man with a lightsaber. Tahlrada looked at Tahlrano who nodded as the two Zabrak bounded out of their speeder and headed towards the drop-off pad. The arrived just in time to watch the last half of the drama unfold.

A tall man in a robe and clad in armor was standing in Tahlraga's face and neither was budging. The hooded man had Tahlraga at attention and was giving him an earful. Tahlraga saw his two brothers from over the tall mans shoulder and in his eyes was a pleading stare for them to help him out. Tahlrano placed a hand on Tahlrada's shoulder to restrain his brother. For everything his brother was he still did not deserve this siths verbal assault.

"Hey ugly!" The mans head seemed to perk up at the insult, "Why don't you pick on someone more your intelligence range!" The hooded figure turned to find who it was who was shooting insults at him. Tahlrada had already cleared half the distance from the crowd and was standing alone across from the sith whose red saber hummed menacingly.
"And who would you be," The sith's voice was strong and malevolent and it seemed to carry a threatening tone.
"Who?" Tahlrada pointed at himself and looked around which drew some chuckles from the on looking crowd, "Why I am that fine sack of bantha poodoo's younger brother."
"So," the sith turned back around to look at Tahlraga, "this is your savior, your baby brother?"
"Actually," Tahlrada pipped in to irritate the sith, "I am his younger brother, that," Tahlrada pointed to Tahlrano, "is his baby brother and I am not as nice nor as civil as either of them, nor do I care about your worthless title or that fancy toy you wield." More laughter escaped the onlookers which seemed to just anger the sith even more as the hooded figure glared at the crowd in front of him.
"You will care when I plant it in your chest," the Sith began stomping towards Tahlrada who stood his ground with a smile across his face. The sith pulled the lightsaber back to slash across his body and decapitate Tahlrada.

"Stop!" a voice erupted from the crowd and to Tahlrada's surprise the sith stopped inches from his goal. Both of them turned and looked over to where the voice had come from. Standing before Tahlrada was a man who stood no more than chest high to him and looked old and sickly but stood proudly with his chest out which added to the fact that he was short. Tahlrada didn't let that fact fool him though, this man was the real brains of the operation and the wielder of the greater power between the two. He waved the other sith off and made his way to the center of the circle where Tahlrada was currently standing. He paced around Tahlrada who just stared off into space, irritated with the whole situation.

"Who are you?" the old sith finally asked after he had made a few laps around Tahlrada.
"I am Tahlrada Sven," Tahlrada paused before continuing, "Son of Tahlrava Sven, one of your press gang leaders your highness."
"And I assume you know who I am?" Tahlrada replied with a curt nod, "Then why do you not look at me when you speak to me?"
"I don't know," Tahlrada paused, "because you are ugly." Tahlrada offered with a shrug. The comment brought a smile to the sith lords face.
"Fearless in the face of certain death and fearless in the face of a man who could end your worthless existence with a flick of the wrist," The sith lord's voice got really serious as he finished, "That is a trait of a true leader," The sith began to pace around Tahlrada again, "I have heard your name before Tahlrada, I believe it has something to do with your early graduation with the highest marks in a millennium if you pass your classes today."
"Yes my lord," Tahlrada refused to look down at this man. Even through all the bravery Tahlrada could feel fear creeping into his mind and taunting him.
"Yet you come to the aid of family in a crisis whether you know the circumstances or not," Tahlrada's nerves were on edge, "and what would you do if my apprentice removes your brothers head at the shoulders?"
"Oh I don't know my lord, throw a party." A curious look came across the Sith lords face as he pondered the statement.
"Throw one in honor of his life before he was killed?" Tahlrada shook his head in disagreement which drew an even more puzzled stare from the Sith lord, "then why?"
"More like a party to rejoice him not existing to harass us," another smile crept across the sith lords face as he turned to face Tahlrada's brother. His hand began to raise when Tahlrada spoke again, "But."
"But what?" the sith lord turned to look at Tahlrada.
"I would be honor bound to destroy the killer and cut him into little pieces and feed him to a bantha." The sith lords smile was no longer there and a glare of seriousness came across Tahlrada's face as he glared down at the Sith Lord in turn. The air seemed to thicken as the two glared into each others eyes in what seemed to be a match between their souls.

"Well," The Sith lord kept his gaze with Tahlrada who was still glaring intently at the older human, "Then we best not cause trouble then, Darissi!" The girl from before slinked over to the sith lord with her head bowed in homage to the sith lord, "Your father wants you protected and it seems that if your current boyfriend cannot protect you from even my apprentice then you should be with a boy who has no fear of a fight."
"Before you go any farther my lord, I already have a girlfriend and am quite content with not being anywhere near this woman."
"Oh really?" the Sith lords eyes perked up, "you do know who her father is right?"
"Some high and mighty sith lord," Tahlrada paused.
"He is a Grand Moff and Sith Lord and would do any career you choose very well to be in his good graces."
"Sorry my lord," Tahlrada stopped him with an upraised hand, "but I don't like playing at politician, that's what your type are good at, personally I like to just stay out of everyone's way and let them kill each other over nothing."
"You call coming to the aid of family staying out of the way?" The sith lord gave Tahlrada a queer look before continuing, "I will let you get to class but I will have my eye on you." The sith lord turned and waved to his apprentice and as he turned to leave he shot Tahlrada one more glance. It seemed Tahlrada had intrigued the one group of people he didn't want to intrigue.

As Tahlrada went to rejoin Tahlrano someone grabbed his shoulder and stopped him. Tahlrada turned just intime to see his older brothers fist and then a flash of light as the sudden strike stunned him.
"What gave you the right to step in?!?" Tahlraga's face was covered in a veil of rage. Tahlrada knew his brother would never take him in a one on one fight and win so the sucker punch didn't surprise Tahlrada in the least bit.
"Well you were standing there about to get hewn in two over some girl and you were just going to take it so I stepped in to avoid the inconvenience of our fathers wrath after your brutal murder." Tahlrada got up brushed himself off, smiled and rejoined Tahlrano.

“So are we really going through with it?” Tahlrano whispered in his ear. Tahlrada could see the concern on his younger brothers face.
“Yes,” Tahlrada said with a smile, “don’t worry it’s all set up and ready, this time tomorrow all three of us will be well out of this galaxy before our father can even raise his voice in dismay.”

School that day went as well as it could have after the morning altercation with the two sith. Tahlrada ran into the two dark figures a couple of times between classes as the roamed the halls. Tahlrada spent most of his day finishing up final exams and getting them scored. He saw his brother a few times in front of the dean’s office standing next to some poor sap who Tahlrano had a problem with. He seemed to be making the most of his last day in this slave driving academy.

“Here you go sir,” Tahlrada handed the finals proctor his final exam on Iridonian history and waited for him to score it.
“Highest marks again Tahlrada your father should be really proud. Your brother will be angered at the thought that you outdid every one of his records set at this academy in one less year than he did.”
“Thank you Proctor Tennel, it has been fun but I am glad I wont ever have to see this place again.”
“Really, big plans after the academy?”
“Yes sir, probably the Empire but I am taking the force sensitivity test at the recruiting station after I leave here.” The old proctor offered a smirk and a nod before he spoke.
"Oh really," A familiar voice piped up from the back of the room. Tahlrada turned to see the two sith at the back of the room. The big one was standing with a saberstaff laying across his forearm while the old sith lord was sitting on a desk with his lightsaber dangling from his belt, "That must be a coincidence because I was asked to be an assistant proctor for the exam today." An evil smile crept across the mans face as he stared at Tahlrada, "This is going to be fun after all."

Tahlrada made his way down to the gymnasium where they were to administrate the test. He could hear the ominous foot steps of the two sith just feet behind him. He knew this was not going to be fun but he had to get it over with. Tahlrada entered the gymnasium where one candidate was just then being put on a stretcher and carried out of the building.

"The exam seems to have gotten easier," The sith lord said from behind Tahlrada, "In my day if you failed, you died."

The coldness in the man's voice drove the point home and it was only then that Tahlrada realized that he was going to be slated against one of the two accomplished sith behind him. Tahlrada went over to the head proctor who had him sign some things on a holopad and then escorted him over to get the force sensing gear on. It took readings on how much of the force you were exerting.

Tahlrada dawned the gear and chose two lightsabers from the weapons table. One was a dual-phase lightsaber with two preset lengths that he could change during the fight. He clicked it over to the longer length which was a standard length lightsaber. He deposited the other hilt on his belt. It was a Shoto lightsaber for when he would need to dual wield. The other preset length on the lightsaber was a length between that of a standard lightsaber and a Shoto giving it more speed and maneuverability during a fight and easier to wield one handed than the standard length lightsaber.

Tahlrada entered the arena where all of the proctors were already awaiting him. Tahlrada knew it would be a random attack that he would have to sense from someone among the group. All of the proctors carried the same simple hilts of training sabers but each proctor had a different hilt. The head proctor carried with him a curved hilt lightsaber on his belt which made fighting him even more of a challenge if he was his opponent. The variable angles that the hilt allowed him always seemed to confuse Tahlrada and it was definitely one of his week point. The Assistant proctor to the Head Proctors right was carrying guard shoto lightsabers or as they were commonly referred to as lightsaber tonfa. They were a primarily defensive lightsaber but was highly maneuverable which made it a hassle to fight. The proctor to the left of the Head Proctor was the Sith lord from before. He was carrying a very rare lightsaber hilt. In his hand was a cross guard lightsaber. It had the standard emitter but also one that pointed at an angle right next to it but facing the opposite way. Its secondary blade was used to protect the hand but also was used to make the hilt a deadly weapon if used in a jab. Tahlrada's nerves were on edge as he looked at the other Proctors who all seemed to have standard hilts or Saberstaffs. One in particular was the Apprentice from before. He could see it in the mans eyes that he was the one Tahlrada was fighting and laying across his arms was a saberstaff.

Tahlrada gathered his nerves as best he could given the current situation. Tahlrada adjusted his gear and stretched a little for the coming fight. The Head Proctor seemed to be looking over something on his holopad so Tahlrada had a little time to prepare. He gave a quick bow to all the proctors in the room and then locked stares with the Sith lord from earlier who offered a quick wink and a grin. Tahlrada's nerves shot through the roof and he could tell from the wry smirks emerging from the assembled that they could sense his feelings at that moment.

Almost on cue the Head Proctor looked up from his holopad and gave a quick return bow to Tahlrada.
"In accordance with the Galactic empires regulations you, Tahlrada Sven have willingly agreed to partake in this test?"
"Yes Head Proctor," Tahlrada's attention was now focused on the Head Proctor and for some reason it calmed him.
"You have completed this exam before?" the Head Proctor looked up from his holopad again at Tahlrada for confirmation.
"Yes Head Proctor."
"Then we shall begin with your force application test," The Head Proctor pointed to the objects in front of Tahlrada, "Move those from the floor to the table please."
This part of the exam was easy for Tahlrada as he reached out with the force and grabbed on to a couple of the items. His grandfather had taught him how to lift small objects with the force when he was a child and he had used it a couple times to hide his older brothers toys when they were children. Tahlrada made quick work of the task and waited for the Head Proctor to continue.

"Well done," The Head Proctor said in his usual robotic like voice, "Now comes your combat test to see if you have any ability with a lightsaber."
Tahlrada had been part of his schools saber team since his first years at the academy. Just a few months before he had won the Iridonian Academy Sabering World Championship in the same arena they were standing in.

Tahlrada waited for about an hour for his younger brother to be released from the Academy’s detaining cells for his blatant throttling of the dean of students.
“You couldn’t have kept it somewhat on the down low could you?” Tahlrano offered him a shrug before he jumped into the passenger seat of the speeder. The sped off from the academy with laughter on their lips and joy in their hearts. If all went well they would never return to that school.

Tahlrada entered his home as he returned home from his final day of class. Tahlrano slumped in behind him knowing the earful he would catch for his shenanigans at school. Tahlrada stopped as he came into the main room where his father was sitting at the family table. Tahlrada looked around and saw men in different points in the room. Tahlrada knew all the men that were in the room with his father. Tahlrada knew exactly what this was about and he had prepared to face this but only as a worst case scenario.

"So son," Tahlrada's Father said as he looked up from the datapad before him, "I may not pay that much attention but your brother pays too much attention to the goings on around here."

"Well isn't that heartwarming," Tahlrada shot back sarcastically, Tahlrada could feel his anger boiling up. “I thought I told you I was going down and enlisting.”

"Do not talk back to me son," Tahlrada's father.

"Don't call me that like you actually are a father to me," Tahlrada shot back at the lean looking Zabrak, "You have never been a father to me, all you ever did was spoil that bitch of a brother of ours and ignore us." Tahlrada motioned to himself and Tahlrano who was standing a few paces behind him.

"Whatever you may think about me, you know where this family stands on graduates," Tahlrada's father said as he maintained his cold demeanor, "You will accompany me and my friends to the Imperial Recruitment station and enlist in the Imperial military I am not going to let your crush on a human jeopardize your future."

Tahlrada’s heart fell into his stomach as a large man stepped aside to show the badly beaten and shackled Keera. Tahlrada looked at the big man who was smiling menacingly.

“Was it you,” Tahlrada pointed at the big man who offered a tell tale grin, “you have forfeit your life.” In the time the conversation had erupted Tahlrano had ran down the hallway and into their fathers study. He easily cracked the safe combination and retrieved a small metal cylinder from the depths of it. He came into the room a few seconds after Tahlrada’s threat and placed the cylinder in his hand from behind before he took off sprinting out the front door. Tahlrada looked down at his hand at the small metallic cylinder. Three of the men before Tahlrada ignited red light batons used in riot control and on unruly inmates by the authorities. The thing they didn’t realize was this was a lightsaber. Specifically it was his grandfather’s lightsaber that he had left to be handed down to whoever in the family showed force sensitivity. Tahlrada ignited the deep emerald blade and gave it a few spins.

“How dare you!” the entire room froze as they looked back at Tahlrava. He hated his father and lightsabers, yet he could never dispose of his last memories of his father. Tahlrada gave the saber a few more quick spins before he charged the big man with lightsaber in hand. Two of the men tried to attack him head on and it ended with them cut down on the floor. The entire room went silent again as a crooked grin spread across Tahlrada’s face. The last man with the light baton came in hard at Tahlrada’s back. He came at the Zabrak with a downward slash that stopped midway suddenly. The man’s face twisted into a grimace before he fell to the floor next to the other two assailants. Tahlrada was now squared up with the man that had laid his hands on Keera.

With a swift jab of the lightsaber the confrontation came to an end before the man could try to react to the attack. The stupid look of bravado and arrogance still on his face as his lifeless body fell to the floor. Tahlrada shot the other men a look that caused them all to freeze where they stood. One of the men actually vomited from the stare. Tahlrada cut the shackles on Keera’s ankles and wrists before making his way to the doorway to the room where Tahlrano had just sprinted by with a bag in each hand and one strung over his shoulder.

"You brought this on yourselves father," Tahlrada said as he slowly backed out of the room. He was stopped by a voice behind his father.

"You will regret doing this little brother,” Tahlraga stepped from the small crowd, “See father, I told you he would betray our family if we kept that dark haired bitch around."

Tahlrada went to charge his brother but Keera’s hands tightening on his arm stopped him dead in his tracks. He looked over his shoulder at Keera and she gave him a look before speaking, “We need to go Roddy, they have most likely called friends to detain us we need to go.” Tahlrada offered her a nod of agreement as they began slowly backing out towards the door. The group seemed to flow with them as they left they stayed just out of distance from an attack but enough for their overwhelming presence to be known. As Tahlrada got to the open door he offered a smile and exited slamming the door and barring it with a metal bar that his brother had set next to the door.

Tahlrada turned and began sprinting across the landing pad to his speeder. Tahlrano was already in the backseat awaiting the two. Tahlrada landed in the speeder as he deactivated his grandfather’s lightsaber. He looked back at the door to see his father looking out of the windows

“Hey we need to get moving bro,” The young Zabrak piped up.

“I know Tahlrano,” Tahlrada looked back over his shoulder where he saw his older brother come out of a window onto the landing, “let’s get out of here Tahlrano.” The speeder jumped into motion as his brother came up to the speeders bumper.
The speeder roared to life and jolted as they accelerated off of the landing pad and into traffic. Tahlrada knew his father’s men would be out in force to try and stop him but it wouldn’t work.

“Go!” Tahlrada’s father yelled at his men “scrapes and bruises only!” The men jumped on speeder bikes and speeders that they had parked out front.

“Tahlrava where do you think your son is going?” One man asked Tahlrada’s father.

“He is trying to escape the city and get off planet,” Tahlrava replied, “Get a hold of everyone and lock down the city. No one leaves.”

As the trio rounded a corner Tahlrada brought the speeder to a stop and aimed the speeder down the street towards the city limits. It was a one kilometer straight shot of deserted street the lead to the outskirts of the town. The two young Zabrak tossed nods to each other as they unloaded everything and Tahlrada flipped the accelerator to the speeder and sent it careening down the street at top speed. Both boys sat back in the alleyway and watched as the entirety of his father’s press gang blew by. Tahlrada nodded to his younger brother and Keera as they made their way farther into the alley. The two Zabrak and the human girl came to an abandoned building where a small transport shuttle was waiting. There was a small crew of three standing around with blaster pistols drawn as the group entered the building.

“Its about time you swamp rats showed,” A tall female human said with a smile, “I was wondering if you would ever show.”

“We need to get going ma’am,” Tahlrano said as he dropped the bag his brother had packed for him into the transport, “What are we waiting for.”

“For the rest of my pay,” the woman said with a clever smile.

“What do you mean ‘the rest’; I already paid you in full!” Tahlrano’s anger and frustration could be heard in his voice.

“Tahlrano, what’s wrong?” Tahlrada said as he entered the small shuttle and deposited his and Keera’s bag on the floor.

“She said she is waiting for the rest of her pay.”

“I didn’t sign up for this attention so my fee has gone up since you didn’t let me know I was going to have to hide from Imperial press gangs that would be pursuing you.” Tahlrada sighed and knew he wasn’t going to get anywhere with arguing with the mouthy human.

“Here,” Tahlrada produced all the credits he had left and handed them to her, “Is that enough for the added trouble?” The woman counted it and nodded.

“This will have to do.” She shot Tahlrada a suspicious look that was met by Tahl’s brick wall of a glare.

The three men that had been standing guard clambered into the small shuttle. They worked fervently to batten down the hatches before taking their seats in front of the trio. Shortly after that the shuttle lifted off the ground and the left the planet of Iridonia it docked with the smugglers ship and offloaded its cargo.

“Welcome to the Sovereign,” The woman paused as she showed off the ship to the group, “He may be hard on the eyes but if you show him love he will get you wherever you want to go.”

The trio’s voyage was mainly filled with chores and the random drinking contest between the men that manned the Sovereign. Along with the everyday stuff Tahlrada and Keera’s relationship had cultivated to more extra-curricular activities. Their love for each other was evident among the crew and none of the crew of the Sovereign approached the attractive human out of respect for her Zabrak lover. Time flew fast for the group as the ship made its way to Sepros.

Present day

As they entered the system Tahlrano pulled his older brother aside.

“Hey bro, I got to tell you something,” Tahlrano seemed nervous to his older brother and it took him some time to get to the point.

“Well spit it out bro,” Tahlrada looked at his brother with concern.

“The captain offered me a permanent part of the crew with a cut and everything,” Tahlrano smiled at his older brother.

“Okay.” Tahlrada replied with surprise smeared all over his face. He had a feeling in his gut that told him that this wasn’t his little brother asking him.

“And I took the offer.” Tahlrada went to argue but saw the look in his brother’s eyes and conceded defeat and didn’t argue with his brother. Instead he just chuckled and looked deep into his brother’s eyes.

“Is this what you really want bro?”

“It is for now,” Tahlrano said with a smile, “Don’t worry about me you are trying to join that dark jedi group, at least I will be safe on this ship.” The tears that welled up in Tahlrano’s eyes betrayed his true feelings. Tahlrada felt a knot in his stomach as he smiled and looked his brother in the eyes.

“I will always love you bro, don’t get into too much trouble out here,” Tahlrada could feel the tears welling up in his eyes.

“And you keep your head down big bro, give whoever hell,” tears began to roll down his little brothers face as Tahlrada pulled him in for a big hug. A few minutes later a call came over the comm system for Tahlrada and Keera to come to the shuttle.

Tahlrano accompanied the couple to the planet surface where they came into the Sepros Spaceport, after they were finally cleared to offload two passengers instead of three. Tahlrada got up and grabbed his bag before turning to his brother to give him one more hug. Neither Zabrak said a word as they pulled away from each other and looked into one another eyes. It was an unspoken promise to stay safe between the two brothers.

Tahlrada exited the shuttle and walked up to the customs officer and put his bags on the floor next to him. Keera followed suit and placed her bags next to Tahlrada's bag. Tahlrada presented the man with his papers and a smile. The man looked over Tahlrada’s paperwork and looked at his screen after he scanned it. He smiled back to Tahlrada and waved him through. The process was repeated for Keera whom Tahlrada had attained forged documents from the smuggler captain. At the next desk two customs officers went through their luggage and electronically signed his papers with a seal of Sepros. Tahlrada then continued on to the Spaceport bar where the couple sat down at the bar and enjoyed a quick drink.

“So how do you like your freedom Keera?” Tahlrada smiled at the black haired woman.

“Loving it,” She offered a smile and a kiss. Her gaze was caught by something behind Tahlrada which caused him to spin quickly with his grandfather’s lightsaber in hand. Tahlrada had fashion a custom holster for it to fit under his armpit and out of site under his heavy coat. The emerald blade erupted from the worn hilt and was met by another emerald blade held by a dark blue skinned nautolan.
[[Category:DJB Characters]]

Tahlrada

2013-08-15T15:07:46Z

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|type=Obelisk
|image=[[File:Tahlrada.jpg]]
|firstname=Tahlrada
|homeworld=[[starwars:Iridonia|Iridonia]]
|birth=[[10 ABY to 19 ABY|18 ABY]]
|death= Not available
|species=Zabrak
|gender=Male
|hair=Whiteish Bone spurs
|eyes=Neon green
|skin=Tan
|height=6ft 1in
|weight=185lbs
|masters=
|enemies=
|form=*Banlanth
|saber= one green, armory saber,
|fightingstyle= * [[Kartranin]]
* [[Tu’rek]]
|position=none held
|era= [[Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era]]
|affiliation= *House [[Odan Urr]]
|dossier=[[dossier:11209|11209]]
}}

{{Quote|I listen very well, that’s why I am smarter than you, and why I will beat you|Tahlrada}}

'''Tahlrada''' is a tan skinned Zabrak from Iridonia. He was born into a family of very proud Zabrak. Many of the family were well known sith or highly ranked imperial officers. Tahl is a tall and muscled Zabrak with some very unusual physical characteristics. Tahlrada has vibrant green eyes that were very uncommon among his family. On top of his eyes Tahlrada is one of very few Zabrak that have facial hair and eyebrows. He prefers to wear a goatee and never messes with his eyebrows even after his parents pride urged him to keep both shaved off and unnoticeable. Tahlrada couldn’t have cared what the other kids said about him. He had a full beard before he turned 16 and started to groom it to look decent at around his current age. He was the only student to graduate from his academy wearing facial hair in more than six hundred years. His blood was as pure as everyone in his family but he was just an anomaly. Tahlrada’s tattoos were subtle and eloquent and stretched the length of his entire body. His eyes were the most heavily tattooed spot on his body. Even his father was proud of how intense Tahl’s green eyes glared out from the black backdrops of his face and furrowed eyebrows. His glare sent most people running when they approached him to make jests at his facial hair so Tahlrada never saw much physical confrontation throughout his academy years. Tahlrada is also ambidextrous which is rare for a pureblood Zabrak. His facial tattoos were a thick black and mostly comprised of thin vibrant lines that ran the course of his entire body only to avoid the armpits and groin area.

=== Character History ===
== Exodus ==

[[File:Tahlrada2.jpg|thumb|229px|left]]
Tahlrada woke to the tell-tale reveille that his father always played to wake them for school. Tahlrada rolled out of his bunk and landed on his feet. He sat down on the lower bunk and slipped on his boots. He turned around and slapped the sleeping figure on the bottom bunk before tying his boots. The younger Zabrak sat up with a start.

“Whatwhatimup,” Tahlrano looked around, “I’m up.”
“Let’s go,” Tahlrada sighed, “its breakfast time.”

The two brothers shambled their way down the hall to the kitchen. Tahlrada took his seat opposite his older brother who seemed to frequent this house more often after he graduated then while he attended the academy.

Tahlrada’s family servant entered the room carrying food. The young woman was a human that his father had bought at auction a year or so ago. She had vibrant green eyes and jet black hair and her very presence made Tahlrada feel better. Tahlrada would never admit it but he was madly in love with the human and had been cultivating a relationship with her for a few months now that had culminated a week or so before that day in a secret kiss between the two.

“So,” Tahlrava looked at Tahlrada, “what courses do you have today?” Tahlrada’s father wasn’t stupid. He knew Tahl’s classes almost better than Tahl did. He also knew today was the end of the semester and because Tahlrada had slaved away at his courses he could graduate a semester early so he wouldn’t have to put up with his father for much longer.
“You know the usual,” Tahlrada played it cool under the gaze of his father who was a trained interrogator and avid supporter of the Galactic Empire. Tahlrada had looked at some recruiting pamphlets but was unimpressed at what the waning empire offered. He met a curious nautolan a few years back who came in search of knowledge of Tahlrada’s grandfather Tahlranis who was a known sith traitor who defected to the light side and formed his own Jedi circle. Tahlrada could still remember a few of his grandfather’s lessons before the man fell to the light side. Tahlrada wasn’t even sure if his grandfather was still alive at that point.

Tahlrada would eventually encounter him if he joined any side of this galactic confrontation. Tahlrada had recently come into contact with a Nautolan force user who had come looking for him. The nautolan had a dark blue tint to his skin and a glint of rage and hatred in his eyes. The curious looking nautolan wore blue and black attire and introduced himself as an envoy of the Dark jedi brotherhood to his father. The meeting visibly took its toll on his father who Tahlrada remembered was furious at the curious looking alien. Tahlrada remembered speaking with the man later on in private about his organization and Tahlrada’s curiosity was peeked. The man explained that his organization was very open about partnerships and that they really didn’t mind the fact.

Tahlrada looked at his father who was staring intently at his son.
“I have been talking with the recruiters down at the station,” Tahlrada saw the joy come over his father’s face, “but.”
“But what?” Tahlraga pipped up from across the table as he came up from his plate for air. Tahlrada's brother was tearing into his breakfast like a wild animal that hadn't eaten in days. It reminded Tahlrada of his biology class where they put three predatorily carnivores in a cage for a week to show the students the application of survival of the fittest. After three days the trio began fighting and once the weakest was ascertained the other two killed and ate him for survival. After 6 days the remaining two battled it out where the seemingly weaker one won out and killed and ate the seemingly stronger of the three showing that not only those fit in body but in mind would be the ones to carry on past the brink.

“How about you shut up Tahlraga before me and Tahlrano beat you to death,” one of Tahlrada’s pet peeves was his older brother. Everything about him screamed their father and it infuriated Tahl. Neither of the younger brothers could stand being around their older brother. For all his bluster and bravado he had never left the planet. He had joined the planetary defense force in hopes to rise through the ranks on the curtails of their father's accomplishments.
“Like I was saying,” Tahlrada shot his older brother a glare that was returned with equal intensity, “I am going down there to look over the paper work for enlistment after school today.”
“Good,” the smile on Tahlrava’s face could have been seen from space. The rest of breakfast was filled with small talk on what jobs Tahlrada was looking at. Finally it had to be brought up.

“I am also thinking of taking the force sensitivity test today and see how I score,” you could have heard a pin drop in the room. Tahlrada’s father was a fickle man. He loved the empire but didn’t see the purpose in force users in the galactic empire. “I scored decently last year and you decided that I was too young for the Sith to come recruiting me for their training, I have decided that if the sith offer a better set of skills and pay that I will go that route but if the Galactic Empire puts up a better offer then I will go that route.”
“Son,” Tahlrava shot his son a glare, “if I didn’t send in false records of that test you would have been drug off by the Sith to some experimental facility to be used as a guinea pig in their personal wars between each other."
“Father,” Tahlrava went quiet, “this is my choice, like how Tahlraga would rather stay around home and be a vagabond fighting for your attention even after he graduated.” The insults were heard loud and clear by the entire family and multiple servants. Tahlrano had to actually work to stifle a giggle that drew a glare from Tahlraga. “Anyway father, Tahlrano and I have to head out. We can talk about it tonight when I get home ok.” Tahlrava conceded defeat and offered his son a smirk and a nod. Tahlrava was a fickle man. He loved power and the use of it in force but he also respected those who use restraint of their power to embarrass and out wit their opponents. To him it showed the wisdom to know when to use it to the persons advantage.

Tahlrada left the table and made his way to his room where his bag was. His little brother ran past him with Tahlraga fast in pursuit with a blob of breakfast splattered across the side of his face. Tahlrada couldn’t help but laugh at his brothers as they ended up in the atrium wrestling over the dispute. Tahlrada was not looking forward to tonight when he had planned to flee his home with the Human servant. Tahlrada entered his room where Keera was waiting for him. She approached him with bag in hand and planted a kiss on his lips that centered Tahlrada’s troubled mind.

“I needed that,” Tahlrada offered her a smile before planting another on her lips in return, “make sure you pack all the stuff I told you to.”
“Yes Roddy,” Keera’s nickname for Tahlrada always put a smirk on his face, “I have it all packed and hidden away, ready to go.”
“See you when I get back tonight.” Tahlrada stole one more kiss from the beautiful woman.
“Lets go bantha poodoo!” Tahlrano bellowed up the stairs, “you’re going to make us late...again!”

“I’m coming,” Tahlrada slid down the banister to the atrium landing before he broke into a sprint out the door to his speeder waiting outside. After the two brothers shot of down the street and up into the speeder lanes Tahlrano turned off the music before looking at Tahlrada. Their was a pause as the brothers looked at each other and then watched as their brother and his
psychotic girlfriend pulled alongside.

"So Tahlrada," the attractive woman piped up, "What are you going to do after the academy?" Tahlrada recognized the girl from the popular click. It was made up of the most powerful Zabrak families. Her father was a sith lord and she didn't keep any of her plans to herself. She was planning on joining her father and the galactic empire and begin her training. Tahlrada mused to himself how his brother was playing the stupid girl into thinking he loved her so he could gain stature among his peers. Tahlrada created a short fantasy where the girls father killed his worthless brother and his over controlling father for incompetence at their dreary wedding. It brought a noticeable smile across his face as he came back to reality.

"Hey what's that stare for loser!" Tahlraga had noticed the smile and was not pleased, "why are you looking at my girlfriend that way?"
"Oh no reason," Tahlrada returned to his speeder controls as he heard his brother begin to rile up and yell at him for something or another. Tahlrada pulled his attention from the console just as the speeder lane lights turned green and he sped off weaving in and out of small shuttles and speeders on his way to the academy.

As the duo landed at the academy the whole school seemed a buzz with people running to and fro whispering excitingly. From what Tahlrada could make of it his brother was backed against his speeder by an unknown man with a lightsaber. Tahlrada looked at Tahlrano who nodded as the two Zabrak bounded out of their speeder and headed towards the drop-off pad. The arrived just in time to watch the last half of the drama unfold.

A tall man in a robe and clad in armor was standing in Tahlraga's face and neither was budging. The hooded man had Tahlraga at attention and was giving him an earful. Tahlraga saw his two brothers from over the tall mans shoulder and in his eyes was a pleading stare for them to help him out. Tahlrano placed a hand on Tahlrada's shoulder to restrain his brother. For everything his brother was he still did not deserve this siths verbal assault.

"Hey ugly!" The mans head seemed to perk up at the insult, "Why don't you pick on someone more your intelligence range!" The hooded figure turned to find who it was who was shooting insults at him. Tahlrada had already cleared half the distance from the crowd and was standing alone across from the sith whose red saber hummed menacingly.
"And who would you be," The sith's voice was strong and malevolent and it seemed to carry a threatening tone.
"Who?" Tahlrada pointed at himself and looked around which drew some chuckles from the on looking crowd, "Why I am that fine sack of bantha poodoo's younger brother."
"So," the sith turned back around to look at Tahlraga, "this is your savior, your baby brother?"
"Actually," Tahlrada pipped in to irritate the sith, "I am his younger brother, that," Tahlrada pointed to Tahlrano, "is his baby brother and I am not as nice nor as civil as either of them, nor do I care about your worthless title or that fancy toy you wield." More laughter escaped the onlookers which seemed to just anger the sith even more as the hooded figure glared at the crowd in front of him.
"You will care when I plant it in your chest," the Sith began stomping towards Tahlrada who stood his ground with a smile across his face. The sith pulled the lightsaber back to slash across his body and decapitate Tahlrada.

"Stop!" a voice erupted from the crowd and to Tahlrada's surprise the sith stopped inches from his goal. Both of them turned and looked over to where the voice had come from. Standing before Tahlrada was a man who stood no more than chest high to him and looked old and sickly but stood proudly with his chest out which added to the fact that he was short. Tahlrada didn't let that fact fool him though, this man was the real brains of the operation and the wielder of the greater power between the two. He waved the other sith off and made his way to the center of the circle where Tahlrada was currently standing. He paced around Tahlrada who just stared off into space, irritated with the whole situation.

"Who are you?" the old sith finally asked after he had made a few laps around Tahlrada.
"I am Tahlrada Sven," Tahlrada paused before continuing, "Son of Tahlrava Sven, one of your press gang leaders your highness."
"And I assume you know who I am?" Tahlrada replied with a curt nod, "Then why do you not look at me when you speak to me?"
"I don't know," Tahlrada paused, "because you are ugly." Tahlrada offered with a shrug. The comment brought a smile to the sith lords face.
"Fearless in the face of certain death and fearless in the face of a man who could end your worthless existence with a flick of the wrist," The sith lord's voice got really serious as he finished, "That is a trait of a true leader," The sith began to pace around Tahlrada again, "I have heard your name before Tahlrada, I believe it has something to do with your early graduation with the highest marks in a millennium if you pass your classes today."
"Yes my lord," Tahlrada refused to look down at this man. Even through all the bravery Tahlrada could feel fear creeping into his mind and taunting him.
"Yet you come to the aid of family in a crisis whether you know the circumstances or not," Tahlrada's nerves were on edge, "and what would you do if my apprentice removes your brothers head at the shoulders?"
"Oh I don't know my lord, throw a party." A curious look came across the Sith lords face as he pondered the statement.
"Throw one in honor of his life before he was killed?" Tahlrada shook his head in disagreement which drew an even more puzzled stare from the Sith lord, "then why?"
"More like a party to rejoice him not existing to harass us," another smile crept across the sith lords face as he turned to face Tahlrada's brother. His hand began to raise when Tahlrada spoke again, "But."
"But what?" the sith lord turned to look at Tahlrada.
"I would be honor bound to destroy the killer and cut him into little pieces and feed him to a bantha." The sith lords smile was no longer there and a glare of seriousness came across Tahlrada's face as he glared down at the Sith Lord in turn. The air seemed to thicken as the two glared into each others eyes in what seemed to be a match between their souls.

"Well," The Sith lord kept his gaze with Tahlrada who was still glaring intently at the older human, "Then we best not cause trouble then, Darissi!" The girl from before slinked over to the sith lord with her head bowed in homage to the sith lord, "Your father wants you protected and it seems that if your current boyfriend cannot protect you from even my apprentice then you should be with a boy who has no fear of a fight."
"Before you go any farther my lord, I already have a girlfriend and am quite content with not being anywhere near this woman."
"Oh really?" the Sith lords eyes perked up, "you do know who her father is right?"
"Some high and mighty sith lord," Tahlrada paused.
"He is a Grand Moff and Sith Lord and would do any career you choose very well to be in his good graces."
"Sorry my lord," Tahlrada stopped him with an upraised hand, "but I don't like playing at politician, that's what your type are good at, personally I like to just stay out of everyone's way and let them kill each other over nothing."
"You call coming to the aid of family staying out of the way?" The sith lord gave Tahlrada a queer look before continuing, "I will let you get to class but I will have my eye on you." The sith lord turned and waved to his apprentice and as he turned to leave he shot Tahlrada one more glance. It seemed Tahlrada had intrigued the one group of people he didn't want to intrigue.

As Tahlrada went to rejoin Tahlrano someone grabbed his shoulder and stopped him. Tahlrada turned just intime to see his older brothers fist and then a flash of light as the sudden strike stunned him.
"What gave you the right to step in?!?" Tahlraga's face was covered in a veil of rage. Tahlrada knew his brother would never take him in a one on one fight and win so the sucker punch didn't surprise Tahlrada in the least bit.
"Well you were standing there about to get hewn in two over some girl and you were just going to take it so I stepped in to avoid the inconvenience of our fathers wrath after your brutal murder." Tahlrada got up brushed himself off, smiled and rejoined Tahlrano.

“So are we really going through with it?” Tahlrano whispered in his ear. Tahlrada could see the concern on his younger brothers face.
“Yes,” Tahlrada said with a smile, “don’t worry it’s all set up and ready, this time tomorrow all three of us will be well out of this galaxy before our father can even raise his voice in dismay.”

School that day went as well as it could have after the morning altercation with the two sith. Tahlrada ran into the two dark figures a couple of times between classes as the roamed the halls. Tahlrada spent most of his day finishing up final exams and getting them scored. He saw his brother a few times in front of the dean’s office standing next to some poor sap who Tahlrano had a problem with. He seemed to be making the most of his last day in this slave driving academy.

“Here you go sir,” Tahlrada handed the finals proctor his final exam on Iridonian history and waited for him to score it.
“Highest marks again Tahlrada your father should be really proud. Your brother will be angered at the thought that you outdid every one of his records set at this academy in one less year than he did.”
“Thank you Proctor Tennel, it has been fun but I am glad I wont ever have to see this place again.”
“Really, big plans after the academy?”
“Yes sir, probably the Empire but I am taking the force sensitivity test at the recruiting station after I leave here.” The old proctor offered a smirk and a nod before he spoke.
"Oh really," A familiar voice piped up from the back of the room. Tahlrada turned to see the two sith at the back of the room. The big one was standing with a saberstaff laying across his forearm while the old sith lord was sitting on a desk with his lightsaber dangling from his belt, "That must be a coincidence because I was asked to be an assistant proctor for the exam today." An evil smile crept across the mans face as he stared at Tahlrada, "This is going to be fun after all."

Tahlrada made his way down to the gymnasium where they were to administrate the test. He could hear the ominous foot steps of the two sith just feet behind him. He knew this was not going to be fun but he had to get it over with. Tahlrada entered the gymnasium where one candidate was just then being put on a stretcher and carried out of the building.

"The exam seems to have gotten easier," The sith lord said from behind Tahlrada, "In my day if you failed, you died."

The coldness in the man's voice drove the point home and it was only then that Tahlrada realized that he was going to be slated against one of the two accomplished sith behind him. Tahlrada went over to the head proctor who had him sign some things on a holopad and then escorted him over to get the force sensing gear on. It took readings on how much of the force you were exerting.

Tahlrada dawned the gear and chose two lightsabers from the weapons table. One was a dual-phase lightsaber with two preset lengths that he could change during the fight. He clicked it over to the longer length which was a standard length lightsaber. He deposited the other hilt on his belt. It was a Shoto lightsaber for when he would need to dual wield. The other preset length on the lightsaber was a length between that of a standard lightsaber and a Shoto giving it more speed and maneuverability during a fight and easier to wield one handed than the standard length lightsaber.

Tahlrada entered the arena where all of the proctors were already awaiting him. Tahlrada knew it would be a random attack that he would have to sense from someone among the group. All of the proctors carried the same simple hilts of training sabers but each proctor had a different hilt. The head proctor carried with him a curved hilt lightsaber on his belt which made fighting him even more of a challenge if he was his opponent. The variable angles that the hilt allowed him always seemed to confuse Tahlrada and it was definitely one of his week point. The Assistant proctor to the Head Proctors right was carrying guard shoto lightsabers or as they were commonly referred to as lightsaber tonfa. They were a primarily defensive lightsaber but was highly maneuverable which made it a hassle to fight. The proctor to the left of the Head Proctor was the Sith lord from before. He was carrying a very rare lightsaber hilt. In his hand was a cross guard lightsaber. It had the standard emitter but also one that pointed at an angle right next to it but facing the opposite way. Its secondary blade was used to protect the hand but also was used to make the hilt a deadly weapon if used in a jab. Tahlrada's nerves were on edge as he looked at the other Proctors who all seemed to have standard hilts or Saberstaffs. One in particular was the Apprentice from before. He could see it in the mans eyes that he was the one Tahlrada was fighting and laying across his arms was a saberstaff.

Tahlrada gathered his nerves as best he could given the current situation. Tahlrada adjusted his gear and stretched a little for the coming fight. The Head Proctor seemed to be looking over something on his holopad so Tahlrada had a little time to prepare. He gave a quick bow to all the proctors in the room and then locked stares with the Sith lord from earlier who offered a quick wink and a grin. Tahlrada's nerves shot through the roof and he could tell from the wry smirks emerging from the assembled that they could sense his feelings at that moment.

Almost on cue the Head Proctor looked up from his holopad and gave a quick return bow to Tahlrada.
"In accordance with the Galactic empires regulations you, Tahlrada Sven have willingly agreed to partake in this test?"
"Yes Head Proctor," Tahlrada's attention was now focused on the Head Proctor and for some reason it calmed him.
"You have completed this exam before?" the Head Proctor looked up from his holopad at Tahlrada.

Tahlrada waited for about an hour for his younger brother to be released from the Academy’s detaining cells for his blatant throttling of the dean of students.

“You couldn’t have kept it somewhat on the down low could you?” Tahlrano offered him a shrug before he jumped into the passenger seat of the speeder. The sped off from the academy with laughter on their lips and joy in their hearts. If all went well they would never return to that school.

Tahlrada entered his home as he returned home from his final day of class. Tahlrano slumped in behind him knowing the earful he would catch for his shenanigans at school. Tahlrada stopped as he came into the main room where his father was sitting at the family table. Tahlrada looked around and saw men in different points in the room. Tahlrada knew all the men that were in the room with his father. Tahlrada knew exactly what this was about and he had prepared to face this but only as a worst case scenario.

"So son," Tahlrada's Father said as he looked up from the datapad before him, "I may not pay that much attention but your brother pays too much attention to the goings on around here."

"Well isn't that heartwarming," Tahlrada shot back sarcastically, Tahlrada could feel his anger boiling up. “I thought I told you I was going down and enlisting.”

"Do not talk back to me son," Tahlrada's father.

"Don't call me that like you actually are a father to me," Tahlrada shot back at the lean looking Zabrak, "You have never been a father to me, all you ever did was spoil that bitch of a brother of ours and ignore us." Tahlrada motioned to himself and Tahlrano who was standing a few paces behind him.

"Whatever you may think about me, you know where this family stands on graduates," Tahlrada's father said as he maintained his cold demeanor, "You will accompany me and my friends to the Imperial Recruitment station and enlist in the Imperial military I am not going to let your crush on a human jeopardize your future."

Tahlrada’s heart fell into his stomach as a large man stepped aside to show the badly beaten and shackled Keera. Tahlrada looked at the big man who was smiling menacingly.

“Was it you,” Tahlrada pointed at the big man who offered a tell tale grin, “you have forfeit your life.” In the time the conversation had erupted Tahlrano had ran down the hallway and into their fathers study. He easily cracked the safe combination and retrieved a small metal cylinder from the depths of it. He came into the room a few seconds after Tahlrada’s threat and placed the cylinder in his hand from behind before he took off sprinting out the front door. Tahlrada looked down at his hand at the small metallic cylinder. Three of the men before Tahlrada ignited red light batons used in riot control and on unruly inmates by the authorities. The thing they didn’t realize was this was a lightsaber. Specifically it was his grandfather’s lightsaber that he had left to be handed down to whoever in the family showed force sensitivity. Tahlrada ignited the deep emerald blade and gave it a few spins.

“How dare you!” the entire room froze as they looked back at Tahlrava. He hated his father and lightsabers, yet he could never dispose of his last memories of his father. Tahlrada gave the saber a few more quick spins before he charged the big man with lightsaber in hand. Two of the men tried to attack him head on and it ended with them cut down on the floor. The entire room went silent again as a crooked grin spread across Tahlrada’s face. The last man with the light baton came in hard at Tahlrada’s back. He came at the Zabrak with a downward slash that stopped midway suddenly. The man’s face twisted into a grimace before he fell to the floor next to the other two assailants. Tahlrada was now squared up with the man that had laid his hands on Keera.

With a swift jab of the lightsaber the confrontation came to an end before the man could try to react to the attack. The stupid look of bravado and arrogance still on his face as his lifeless body fell to the floor. Tahlrada shot the other men a look that caused them all to freeze where they stood. One of the men actually vomited from the stare. Tahlrada cut the shackles on Keera’s ankles and wrists before making his way to the doorway to the room where Tahlrano had just sprinted by with a bag in each hand and one strung over his shoulder.

"You brought this on yourselves father," Tahlrada said as he slowly backed out of the room. He was stopped by a voice behind his father.

"You will regret doing this little brother,” Tahlraga stepped from the small crowd, “See father, I told you he would betray our family if we kept that dark haired bitch around."

Tahlrada went to charge his brother but Keera’s hands tightening on his arm stopped him dead in his tracks. He looked over his shoulder at Keera and she gave him a look before speaking, “We need to go Roddy, they have most likely called friends to detain us we need to go.” Tahlrada offered her a nod of agreement as they began slowly backing out towards the door. The group seemed to flow with them as they left they stayed just out of distance from an attack but enough for their overwhelming presence to be known. As Tahlrada got to the open door he offered a smile and exited slamming the door and barring it with a metal bar that his brother had set next to the door.

Tahlrada turned and began sprinting across the landing pad to his speeder. Tahlrano was already in the backseat awaiting the two. Tahlrada landed in the speeder as he deactivated his grandfather’s lightsaber. He looked back at the door to see his father looking out of the windows

“Hey we need to get moving bro,” The young Zabrak piped up.

“I know Tahlrano,” Tahlrada looked back over his shoulder where he saw his older brother come out of a window onto the landing, “let’s get out of here Tahlrano.” The speeder jumped into motion as his brother came up to the speeders bumper.
The speeder roared to life and jolted as they accelerated off of the landing pad and into traffic. Tahlrada knew his father’s men would be out in force to try and stop him but it wouldn’t work.

“Go!” Tahlrada’s father yelled at his men “scrapes and bruises only!” The men jumped on speeder bikes and speeders that they had parked out front.

“Tahlrava where do you think your son is going?” One man asked Tahlrada’s father.

“He is trying to escape the city and get off planet,” Tahlrava replied, “Get a hold of everyone and lock down the city. No one leaves.”

As the trio rounded a corner Tahlrada brought the speeder to a stop and aimed the speeder down the street towards the city limits. It was a one kilometer straight shot of deserted street the lead to the outskirts of the town. The two young Zabrak tossed nods to each other as they unloaded everything and Tahlrada flipped the accelerator to the speeder and sent it careening down the street at top speed. Both boys sat back in the alleyway and watched as the entirety of his father’s press gang blew by. Tahlrada nodded to his younger brother and Keera as they made their way farther into the alley. The two Zabrak and the human girl came to an abandoned building where a small transport shuttle was waiting. There was a small crew of three standing around with blaster pistols drawn as the group entered the building.

“Its about time you swamp rats showed,” A tall female human said with a smile, “I was wondering if you would ever show.”

“We need to get going ma’am,” Tahlrano said as he dropped the bag his brother had packed for him into the transport, “What are we waiting for.”

“For the rest of my pay,” the woman said with a clever smile.

“What do you mean ‘the rest’; I already paid you in full!” Tahlrano’s anger and frustration could be heard in his voice.

“Tahlrano, what’s wrong?” Tahlrada said as he entered the small shuttle and deposited his and Keera’s bag on the floor.

“She said she is waiting for the rest of her pay.”

“I didn’t sign up for this attention so my fee has gone up since you didn’t let me know I was going to have to hide from Imperial press gangs that would be pursuing you.” Tahlrada sighed and knew he wasn’t going to get anywhere with arguing with the mouthy human.

“Here,” Tahlrada produced all the credits he had left and handed them to her, “Is that enough for the added trouble?” The woman counted it and nodded.

“This will have to do.” She shot Tahlrada a suspicious look that was met by Tahl’s brick wall of a glare.

The three men that had been standing guard clambered into the small shuttle. They worked fervently to batten down the hatches before taking their seats in front of the trio. Shortly after that the shuttle lifted off the ground and the left the planet of Iridonia it docked with the smugglers ship and offloaded its cargo.

“Welcome to the Sovereign,” The woman paused as she showed off the ship to the group, “He may be hard on the eyes but if you show him love he will get you wherever you want to go.”

The trio’s voyage was mainly filled with chores and the random drinking contest between the men that manned the Sovereign. Along with the everyday stuff Tahlrada and Keera’s relationship had cultivated to more extra-curricular activities. Their love for each other was evident among the crew and none of the crew of the Sovereign approached the attractive human out of respect for her Zabrak lover. Time flew fast for the group as the ship made its way to Sepros.

Present day

As they entered the system Tahlrano pulled his older brother aside.

“Hey bro, I got to tell you something,” Tahlrano seemed nervous to his older brother and it took him some time to get to the point.

“Well spit it out bro,” Tahlrada looked at his brother with concern.

“The captain offered me a permanent part of the crew with a cut and everything,” Tahlrano smiled at his older brother.

“Okay.” Tahlrada replied with surprise smeared all over his face. He had a feeling in his gut that told him that this wasn’t his little brother asking him.

“And I took the offer.” Tahlrada went to argue but saw the look in his brother’s eyes and conceded defeat and didn’t argue with his brother. Instead he just chuckled and looked deep into his brother’s eyes.

“Is this what you really want bro?”

“It is for now,” Tahlrano said with a smile, “Don’t worry about me you are trying to join that dark jedi group, at least I will be safe on this ship.” The tears that welled up in Tahlrano’s eyes betrayed his true feelings. Tahlrada felt a knot in his stomach as he smiled and looked his brother in the eyes.

“I will always love you bro, don’t get into too much trouble out here,” Tahlrada could feel the tears welling up in his eyes.

“And you keep your head down big bro, give whoever hell,” tears began to roll down his little brothers face as Tahlrada pulled him in for a big hug. A few minutes later a call came over the comm system for Tahlrada and Keera to come to the shuttle.

Tahlrano accompanied the couple to the planet surface where they came into the Sepros Spaceport, after they were finally cleared to offload two passengers instead of three. Tahlrada got up and grabbed his bag before turning to his brother to give him one more hug. Neither Zabrak said a word as they pulled away from each other and looked into one another eyes. It was an unspoken promise to stay safe between the two brothers.

Tahlrada exited the shuttle and walked up to the customs officer and put his bags on the floor next to him. Keera followed suit and placed her bags next to Tahlrada's bag. Tahlrada presented the man with his papers and a smile. The man looked over Tahlrada’s paperwork and looked at his screen after he scanned it. He smiled back to Tahlrada and waved him through. The process was repeated for Keera whom Tahlrada had attained forged documents from the smuggler captain. At the next desk two customs officers went through their luggage and electronically signed his papers with a seal of Sepros. Tahlrada then continued on to the Spaceport bar where the couple sat down at the bar and enjoyed a quick drink.

“So how do you like your freedom Keera?” Tahlrada smiled at the black haired woman.

“Loving it,” She offered a smile and a kiss. Her gaze was caught by something behind Tahlrada which caused him to spin quickly with his grandfather’s lightsaber in hand. Tahlrada had fashion a custom holster for it to fit under his armpit and out of site under his heavy coat. The emerald blade erupted from the worn hilt and was met by another emerald blade held by a dark blue skinned nautolan.
[[Category:DJB Characters]]

Tahlrada

2013-08-15T15:07:18Z

Coop Ter-An:

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{{Character
|type=Obelisk
|image=[[File:Tahlrada.jpg]]
|firstname=Tahlrada
|homeworld=[[starwars:Iridonia|Iridonia]]
|birth=[[10 ABY to 19 ABY|18 ABY]]
|death= Not available
|species=Zabrak
|gender=Male
|hair=Whiteish Bone spurs
|eyes=Neon green
|skin=Tan
|height=6ft 1in
|weight=185lbs
|masters=
|enemies=
|form=*Banlanth
|saber= one green, armory saber,
|fightingstyle= * [[Kartranin]]
* [[Tu’rek]]
|position=none held
|era= [[Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era]]
|affiliation= *Clan [[Odan Urr]]
|dossier=[[dossier:11209|11209]]
}}

{{Quote|I listen very well, that’s why I am smarter than you, and why I will beat you|Tahlrada}}

'''Tahlrada''' is a tan skinned Zabrak from Iridonia. He was born into a family of very proud Zabrak. Many of the family were well known sith or highly ranked imperial officers. Tahl is a tall and muscled Zabrak with some very unusual physical characteristics. Tahlrada has vibrant green eyes that were very uncommon among his family. On top of his eyes Tahlrada is one of very few Zabrak that have facial hair and eyebrows. He prefers to wear a goatee and never messes with his eyebrows even after his parents pride urged him to keep both shaved off and unnoticeable. Tahlrada couldn’t have cared what the other kids said about him. He had a full beard before he turned 16 and started to groom it to look decent at around his current age. He was the only student to graduate from his academy wearing facial hair in more than six hundred years. His blood was as pure as everyone in his family but he was just an anomaly. Tahlrada’s tattoos were subtle and eloquent and stretched the length of his entire body. His eyes were the most heavily tattooed spot on his body. Even his father was proud of how intense Tahl’s green eyes glared out from the black backdrops of his face and furrowed eyebrows. His glare sent most people running when they approached him to make jests at his facial hair so Tahlrada never saw much physical confrontation throughout his academy years. Tahlrada is also ambidextrous which is rare for a pureblood Zabrak. His facial tattoos were a thick black and mostly comprised of thin vibrant lines that ran the course of his entire body only to avoid the armpits and groin area.

=== Character History ===
== Exodus ==

[[File:Tahlrada2.jpg|thumb|229px|left]]
Tahlrada woke to the tell-tale reveille that his father always played to wake them for school. Tahlrada rolled out of his bunk and landed on his feet. He sat down on the lower bunk and slipped on his boots. He turned around and slapped the sleeping figure on the bottom bunk before tying his boots. The younger Zabrak sat up with a start.

“Whatwhatimup,” Tahlrano looked around, “I’m up.”
“Let’s go,” Tahlrada sighed, “its breakfast time.”

The two brothers shambled their way down the hall to the kitchen. Tahlrada took his seat opposite his older brother who seemed to frequent this house more often after he graduated then while he attended the academy.

Tahlrada’s family servant entered the room carrying food. The young woman was a human that his father had bought at auction a year or so ago. She had vibrant green eyes and jet black hair and her very presence made Tahlrada feel better. Tahlrada would never admit it but he was madly in love with the human and had been cultivating a relationship with her for a few months now that had culminated a week or so before that day in a secret kiss between the two.

“So,” Tahlrava looked at Tahlrada, “what courses do you have today?” Tahlrada’s father wasn’t stupid. He knew Tahl’s classes almost better than Tahl did. He also knew today was the end of the semester and because Tahlrada had slaved away at his courses he could graduate a semester early so he wouldn’t have to put up with his father for much longer.
“You know the usual,” Tahlrada played it cool under the gaze of his father who was a trained interrogator and avid supporter of the Galactic Empire. Tahlrada had looked at some recruiting pamphlets but was unimpressed at what the waning empire offered. He met a curious nautolan a few years back who came in search of knowledge of Tahlrada’s grandfather Tahlranis who was a known sith traitor who defected to the light side and formed his own Jedi circle. Tahlrada could still remember a few of his grandfather’s lessons before the man fell to the light side. Tahlrada wasn’t even sure if his grandfather was still alive at that point.

Tahlrada would eventually encounter him if he joined any side of this galactic confrontation. Tahlrada had recently come into contact with a Nautolan force user who had come looking for him. The nautolan had a dark blue tint to his skin and a glint of rage and hatred in his eyes. The curious looking nautolan wore blue and black attire and introduced himself as an envoy of the Dark jedi brotherhood to his father. The meeting visibly took its toll on his father who Tahlrada remembered was furious at the curious looking alien. Tahlrada remembered speaking with the man later on in private about his organization and Tahlrada’s curiosity was peeked. The man explained that his organization was very open about partnerships and that they really didn’t mind the fact.

Tahlrada looked at his father who was staring intently at his son.
“I have been talking with the recruiters down at the station,” Tahlrada saw the joy come over his father’s face, “but.”
“But what?” Tahlraga pipped up from across the table as he came up from his plate for air. Tahlrada's brother was tearing into his breakfast like a wild animal that hadn't eaten in days. It reminded Tahlrada of his biology class where they put three predatorily carnivores in a cage for a week to show the students the application of survival of the fittest. After three days the trio began fighting and once the weakest was ascertained the other two killed and ate him for survival. After 6 days the remaining two battled it out where the seemingly weaker one won out and killed and ate the seemingly stronger of the three showing that not only those fit in body but in mind would be the ones to carry on past the brink.

“How about you shut up Tahlraga before me and Tahlrano beat you to death,” one of Tahlrada’s pet peeves was his older brother. Everything about him screamed their father and it infuriated Tahl. Neither of the younger brothers could stand being around their older brother. For all his bluster and bravado he had never left the planet. He had joined the planetary defense force in hopes to rise through the ranks on the curtails of their father's accomplishments.
“Like I was saying,” Tahlrada shot his older brother a glare that was returned with equal intensity, “I am going down there to look over the paper work for enlistment after school today.”
“Good,” the smile on Tahlrava’s face could have been seen from space. The rest of breakfast was filled with small talk on what jobs Tahlrada was looking at. Finally it had to be brought up.

“I am also thinking of taking the force sensitivity test today and see how I score,” you could have heard a pin drop in the room. Tahlrada’s father was a fickle man. He loved the empire but didn’t see the purpose in force users in the galactic empire. “I scored decently last year and you decided that I was too young for the Sith to come recruiting me for their training, I have decided that if the sith offer a better set of skills and pay that I will go that route but if the Galactic Empire puts up a better offer then I will go that route.”
“Son,” Tahlrava shot his son a glare, “if I didn’t send in false records of that test you would have been drug off by the Sith to some experimental facility to be used as a guinea pig in their personal wars between each other."
“Father,” Tahlrava went quiet, “this is my choice, like how Tahlraga would rather stay around home and be a vagabond fighting for your attention even after he graduated.” The insults were heard loud and clear by the entire family and multiple servants. Tahlrano had to actually work to stifle a giggle that drew a glare from Tahlraga. “Anyway father, Tahlrano and I have to head out. We can talk about it tonight when I get home ok.” Tahlrava conceded defeat and offered his son a smirk and a nod. Tahlrava was a fickle man. He loved power and the use of it in force but he also respected those who use restraint of their power to embarrass and out wit their opponents. To him it showed the wisdom to know when to use it to the persons advantage.

Tahlrada left the table and made his way to his room where his bag was. His little brother ran past him with Tahlraga fast in pursuit with a blob of breakfast splattered across the side of his face. Tahlrada couldn’t help but laugh at his brothers as they ended up in the atrium wrestling over the dispute. Tahlrada was not looking forward to tonight when he had planned to flee his home with the Human servant. Tahlrada entered his room where Keera was waiting for him. She approached him with bag in hand and planted a kiss on his lips that centered Tahlrada’s troubled mind.

“I needed that,” Tahlrada offered her a smile before planting another on her lips in return, “make sure you pack all the stuff I told you to.”
“Yes Roddy,” Keera’s nickname for Tahlrada always put a smirk on his face, “I have it all packed and hidden away, ready to go.”
“See you when I get back tonight.” Tahlrada stole one more kiss from the beautiful woman.
“Lets go bantha poodoo!” Tahlrano bellowed up the stairs, “you’re going to make us late...again!”

“I’m coming,” Tahlrada slid down the banister to the atrium landing before he broke into a sprint out the door to his speeder waiting outside. After the two brothers shot of down the street and up into the speeder lanes Tahlrano turned off the music before looking at Tahlrada. Their was a pause as the brothers looked at each other and then watched as their brother and his
psychotic girlfriend pulled alongside.

"So Tahlrada," the attractive woman piped up, "What are you going to do after the academy?" Tahlrada recognized the girl from the popular click. It was made up of the most powerful Zabrak families. Her father was a sith lord and she didn't keep any of her plans to herself. She was planning on joining her father and the galactic empire and begin her training. Tahlrada mused to himself how his brother was playing the stupid girl into thinking he loved her so he could gain stature among his peers. Tahlrada created a short fantasy where the girls father killed his worthless brother and his over controlling father for incompetence at their dreary wedding. It brought a noticeable smile across his face as he came back to reality.

"Hey what's that stare for loser!" Tahlraga had noticed the smile and was not pleased, "why are you looking at my girlfriend that way?"
"Oh no reason," Tahlrada returned to his speeder controls as he heard his brother begin to rile up and yell at him for something or another. Tahlrada pulled his attention from the console just as the speeder lane lights turned green and he sped off weaving in and out of small shuttles and speeders on his way to the academy.

As the duo landed at the academy the whole school seemed a buzz with people running to and fro whispering excitingly. From what Tahlrada could make of it his brother was backed against his speeder by an unknown man with a lightsaber. Tahlrada looked at Tahlrano who nodded as the two Zabrak bounded out of their speeder and headed towards the drop-off pad. The arrived just in time to watch the last half of the drama unfold.

A tall man in a robe and clad in armor was standing in Tahlraga's face and neither was budging. The hooded man had Tahlraga at attention and was giving him an earful. Tahlraga saw his two brothers from over the tall mans shoulder and in his eyes was a pleading stare for them to help him out. Tahlrano placed a hand on Tahlrada's shoulder to restrain his brother. For everything his brother was he still did not deserve this siths verbal assault.

"Hey ugly!" The mans head seemed to perk up at the insult, "Why don't you pick on someone more your intelligence range!" The hooded figure turned to find who it was who was shooting insults at him. Tahlrada had already cleared half the distance from the crowd and was standing alone across from the sith whose red saber hummed menacingly.
"And who would you be," The sith's voice was strong and malevolent and it seemed to carry a threatening tone.
"Who?" Tahlrada pointed at himself and looked around which drew some chuckles from the on looking crowd, "Why I am that fine sack of bantha poodoo's younger brother."
"So," the sith turned back around to look at Tahlraga, "this is your savior, your baby brother?"
"Actually," Tahlrada pipped in to irritate the sith, "I am his younger brother, that," Tahlrada pointed to Tahlrano, "is his baby brother and I am not as nice nor as civil as either of them, nor do I care about your worthless title or that fancy toy you wield." More laughter escaped the onlookers which seemed to just anger the sith even more as the hooded figure glared at the crowd in front of him.
"You will care when I plant it in your chest," the Sith began stomping towards Tahlrada who stood his ground with a smile across his face. The sith pulled the lightsaber back to slash across his body and decapitate Tahlrada.

"Stop!" a voice erupted from the crowd and to Tahlrada's surprise the sith stopped inches from his goal. Both of them turned and looked over to where the voice had come from. Standing before Tahlrada was a man who stood no more than chest high to him and looked old and sickly but stood proudly with his chest out which added to the fact that he was short. Tahlrada didn't let that fact fool him though, this man was the real brains of the operation and the wielder of the greater power between the two. He waved the other sith off and made his way to the center of the circle where Tahlrada was currently standing. He paced around Tahlrada who just stared off into space, irritated with the whole situation.

"Who are you?" the old sith finally asked after he had made a few laps around Tahlrada.
"I am Tahlrada Sven," Tahlrada paused before continuing, "Son of Tahlrava Sven, one of your press gang leaders your highness."
"And I assume you know who I am?" Tahlrada replied with a curt nod, "Then why do you not look at me when you speak to me?"
"I don't know," Tahlrada paused, "because you are ugly." Tahlrada offered with a shrug. The comment brought a smile to the sith lords face.
"Fearless in the face of certain death and fearless in the face of a man who could end your worthless existence with a flick of the wrist," The sith lord's voice got really serious as he finished, "That is a trait of a true leader," The sith began to pace around Tahlrada again, "I have heard your name before Tahlrada, I believe it has something to do with your early graduation with the highest marks in a millennium if you pass your classes today."
"Yes my lord," Tahlrada refused to look down at this man. Even through all the bravery Tahlrada could feel fear creeping into his mind and taunting him.
"Yet you come to the aid of family in a crisis whether you know the circumstances or not," Tahlrada's nerves were on edge, "and what would you do if my apprentice removes your brothers head at the shoulders?"
"Oh I don't know my lord, throw a party." A curious look came across the Sith lords face as he pondered the statement.
"Throw one in honor of his life before he was killed?" Tahlrada shook his head in disagreement which drew an even more puzzled stare from the Sith lord, "then why?"
"More like a party to rejoice him not existing to harass us," another smile crept across the sith lords face as he turned to face Tahlrada's brother. His hand began to raise when Tahlrada spoke again, "But."
"But what?" the sith lord turned to look at Tahlrada.
"I would be honor bound to destroy the killer and cut him into little pieces and feed him to a bantha." The sith lords smile was no longer there and a glare of seriousness came across Tahlrada's face as he glared down at the Sith Lord in turn. The air seemed to thicken as the two glared into each others eyes in what seemed to be a match between their souls.

"Well," The Sith lord kept his gaze with Tahlrada who was still glaring intently at the older human, "Then we best not cause trouble then, Darissi!" The girl from before slinked over to the sith lord with her head bowed in homage to the sith lord, "Your father wants you protected and it seems that if your current boyfriend cannot protect you from even my apprentice then you should be with a boy who has no fear of a fight."
"Before you go any farther my lord, I already have a girlfriend and am quite content with not being anywhere near this woman."
"Oh really?" the Sith lords eyes perked up, "you do know who her father is right?"
"Some high and mighty sith lord," Tahlrada paused.
"He is a Grand Moff and Sith Lord and would do any career you choose very well to be in his good graces."
"Sorry my lord," Tahlrada stopped him with an upraised hand, "but I don't like playing at politician, that's what your type are good at, personally I like to just stay out of everyone's way and let them kill each other over nothing."
"You call coming to the aid of family staying out of the way?" The sith lord gave Tahlrada a queer look before continuing, "I will let you get to class but I will have my eye on you." The sith lord turned and waved to his apprentice and as he turned to leave he shot Tahlrada one more glance. It seemed Tahlrada had intrigued the one group of people he didn't want to intrigue.

As Tahlrada went to rejoin Tahlrano someone grabbed his shoulder and stopped him. Tahlrada turned just intime to see his older brothers fist and then a flash of light as the sudden strike stunned him.
"What gave you the right to step in?!?" Tahlraga's face was covered in a veil of rage. Tahlrada knew his brother would never take him in a one on one fight and win so the sucker punch didn't surprise Tahlrada in the least bit.
"Well you were standing there about to get hewn in two over some girl and you were just going to take it so I stepped in to avoid the inconvenience of our fathers wrath after your brutal murder." Tahlrada got up brushed himself off, smiled and rejoined Tahlrano.

“So are we really going through with it?” Tahlrano whispered in his ear. Tahlrada could see the concern on his younger brothers face.
“Yes,” Tahlrada said with a smile, “don’t worry it’s all set up and ready, this time tomorrow all three of us will be well out of this galaxy before our father can even raise his voice in dismay.”

School that day went as well as it could have after the morning altercation with the two sith. Tahlrada ran into the two dark figures a couple of times between classes as the roamed the halls. Tahlrada spent most of his day finishing up final exams and getting them scored. He saw his brother a few times in front of the dean’s office standing next to some poor sap who Tahlrano had a problem with. He seemed to be making the most of his last day in this slave driving academy.

“Here you go sir,” Tahlrada handed the finals proctor his final exam on Iridonian history and waited for him to score it.
“Highest marks again Tahlrada your father should be really proud. Your brother will be angered at the thought that you outdid every one of his records set at this academy in one less year than he did.”
“Thank you Proctor Tennel, it has been fun but I am glad I wont ever have to see this place again.”
“Really, big plans after the academy?”
“Yes sir, probably the Empire but I am taking the force sensitivity test at the recruiting station after I leave here.” The old proctor offered a smirk and a nod before he spoke.
"Oh really," A familiar voice piped up from the back of the room. Tahlrada turned to see the two sith at the back of the room. The big one was standing with a saberstaff laying across his forearm while the old sith lord was sitting on a desk with his lightsaber dangling from his belt, "That must be a coincidence because I was asked to be an assistant proctor for the exam today." An evil smile crept across the mans face as he stared at Tahlrada, "This is going to be fun after all."

Tahlrada made his way down to the gymnasium where they were to administrate the test. He could hear the ominous foot steps of the two sith just feet behind him. He knew this was not going to be fun but he had to get it over with. Tahlrada entered the gymnasium where one candidate was just then being put on a stretcher and carried out of the building.

"The exam seems to have gotten easier," The sith lord said from behind Tahlrada, "In my day if you failed, you died."

The coldness in the man's voice drove the point home and it was only then that Tahlrada realized that he was going to be slated against one of the two accomplished sith behind him. Tahlrada went over to the head proctor who had him sign some things on a holopad and then escorted him over to get the force sensing gear on. It took readings on how much of the force you were exerting.

Tahlrada dawned the gear and chose two lightsabers from the weapons table. One was a dual-phase lightsaber with two preset lengths that he could change during the fight. He clicked it over to the longer length which was a standard length lightsaber. He deposited the other hilt on his belt. It was a Shoto lightsaber for when he would need to dual wield. The other preset length on the lightsaber was a length between that of a standard lightsaber and a Shoto giving it more speed and maneuverability during a fight and easier to wield one handed than the standard length lightsaber.

Tahlrada entered the arena where all of the proctors were already awaiting him. Tahlrada knew it would be a random attack that he would have to sense from someone among the group. All of the proctors carried the same simple hilts of training sabers but each proctor had a different hilt. The head proctor carried with him a curved hilt lightsaber on his belt which made fighting him even more of a challenge if he was his opponent. The variable angles that the hilt allowed him always seemed to confuse Tahlrada and it was definitely one of his week point. The Assistant proctor to the Head Proctors right was carrying guard shoto lightsabers or as they were commonly referred to as lightsaber tonfa. They were a primarily defensive lightsaber but was highly maneuverable which made it a hassle to fight. The proctor to the left of the Head Proctor was the Sith lord from before. He was carrying a very rare lightsaber hilt. In his hand was a cross guard lightsaber. It had the standard emitter but also one that pointed at an angle right next to it but facing the opposite way. Its secondary blade was used to protect the hand but also was used to make the hilt a deadly weapon if used in a jab. Tahlrada's nerves were on edge as he looked at the other Proctors who all seemed to have standard hilts or Saberstaffs. One in particular was the Apprentice from before. He could see it in the mans eyes that he was the one Tahlrada was fighting and laying across his arms was a saberstaff.

Tahlrada gathered his nerves as best he could given the current situation. Tahlrada adjusted his gear and stretched a little for the coming fight. The Head Proctor seemed to be looking over something on his holopad so Tahlrada had a little time to prepare. He gave a quick bow to all the proctors in the room and then locked stares with the Sith lord from earlier who offered a quick wink and a grin. Tahlrada's nerves shot through the roof and he could tell from the wry smirks emerging from the assembled that they could sense his feelings at that moment.

Almost on cue the Head Proctor looked up from his holopad and gave a quick return bow to Tahlrada.
"In accordance with the Galactic empires regulations you, Tahlrada Sven have willingly agreed to partake in this test?"
"Yes Head Proctor," Tahlrada's attention was now focused on the Head Proctor and for some reason it calmed him.
"You have completed this exam before?" the Head Proctor looked up from his holopad at Tahlrada.

Tahlrada waited for about an hour for his younger brother to be released from the Academy’s detaining cells for his blatant throttling of the dean of students.

“You couldn’t have kept it somewhat on the down low could you?” Tahlrano offered him a shrug before he jumped into the passenger seat of the speeder. The sped off from the academy with laughter on their lips and joy in their hearts. If all went well they would never return to that school.

Tahlrada entered his home as he returned home from his final day of class. Tahlrano slumped in behind him knowing the earful he would catch for his shenanigans at school. Tahlrada stopped as he came into the main room where his father was sitting at the family table. Tahlrada looked around and saw men in different points in the room. Tahlrada knew all the men that were in the room with his father. Tahlrada knew exactly what this was about and he had prepared to face this but only as a worst case scenario.

"So son," Tahlrada's Father said as he looked up from the datapad before him, "I may not pay that much attention but your brother pays too much attention to the goings on around here."

"Well isn't that heartwarming," Tahlrada shot back sarcastically, Tahlrada could feel his anger boiling up. “I thought I told you I was going down and enlisting.”

"Do not talk back to me son," Tahlrada's father.

"Don't call me that like you actually are a father to me," Tahlrada shot back at the lean looking Zabrak, "You have never been a father to me, all you ever did was spoil that bitch of a brother of ours and ignore us." Tahlrada motioned to himself and Tahlrano who was standing a few paces behind him.

"Whatever you may think about me, you know where this family stands on graduates," Tahlrada's father said as he maintained his cold demeanor, "You will accompany me and my friends to the Imperial Recruitment station and enlist in the Imperial military I am not going to let your crush on a human jeopardize your future."

Tahlrada’s heart fell into his stomach as a large man stepped aside to show the badly beaten and shackled Keera. Tahlrada looked at the big man who was smiling menacingly.

“Was it you,” Tahlrada pointed at the big man who offered a tell tale grin, “you have forfeit your life.” In the time the conversation had erupted Tahlrano had ran down the hallway and into their fathers study. He easily cracked the safe combination and retrieved a small metal cylinder from the depths of it. He came into the room a few seconds after Tahlrada’s threat and placed the cylinder in his hand from behind before he took off sprinting out the front door. Tahlrada looked down at his hand at the small metallic cylinder. Three of the men before Tahlrada ignited red light batons used in riot control and on unruly inmates by the authorities. The thing they didn’t realize was this was a lightsaber. Specifically it was his grandfather’s lightsaber that he had left to be handed down to whoever in the family showed force sensitivity. Tahlrada ignited the deep emerald blade and gave it a few spins.

“How dare you!” the entire room froze as they looked back at Tahlrava. He hated his father and lightsabers, yet he could never dispose of his last memories of his father. Tahlrada gave the saber a few more quick spins before he charged the big man with lightsaber in hand. Two of the men tried to attack him head on and it ended with them cut down on the floor. The entire room went silent again as a crooked grin spread across Tahlrada’s face. The last man with the light baton came in hard at Tahlrada’s back. He came at the Zabrak with a downward slash that stopped midway suddenly. The man’s face twisted into a grimace before he fell to the floor next to the other two assailants. Tahlrada was now squared up with the man that had laid his hands on Keera.

With a swift jab of the lightsaber the confrontation came to an end before the man could try to react to the attack. The stupid look of bravado and arrogance still on his face as his lifeless body fell to the floor. Tahlrada shot the other men a look that caused them all to freeze where they stood. One of the men actually vomited from the stare. Tahlrada cut the shackles on Keera’s ankles and wrists before making his way to the doorway to the room where Tahlrano had just sprinted by with a bag in each hand and one strung over his shoulder.

"You brought this on yourselves father," Tahlrada said as he slowly backed out of the room. He was stopped by a voice behind his father.

"You will regret doing this little brother,” Tahlraga stepped from the small crowd, “See father, I told you he would betray our family if we kept that dark haired bitch around."

Tahlrada went to charge his brother but Keera’s hands tightening on his arm stopped him dead in his tracks. He looked over his shoulder at Keera and she gave him a look before speaking, “We need to go Roddy, they have most likely called friends to detain us we need to go.” Tahlrada offered her a nod of agreement as they began slowly backing out towards the door. The group seemed to flow with them as they left they stayed just out of distance from an attack but enough for their overwhelming presence to be known. As Tahlrada got to the open door he offered a smile and exited slamming the door and barring it with a metal bar that his brother had set next to the door.

Tahlrada turned and began sprinting across the landing pad to his speeder. Tahlrano was already in the backseat awaiting the two. Tahlrada landed in the speeder as he deactivated his grandfather’s lightsaber. He looked back at the door to see his father looking out of the windows

“Hey we need to get moving bro,” The young Zabrak piped up.

“I know Tahlrano,” Tahlrada looked back over his shoulder where he saw his older brother come out of a window onto the landing, “let’s get out of here Tahlrano.” The speeder jumped into motion as his brother came up to the speeders bumper.
The speeder roared to life and jolted as they accelerated off of the landing pad and into traffic. Tahlrada knew his father’s men would be out in force to try and stop him but it wouldn’t work.

“Go!” Tahlrada’s father yelled at his men “scrapes and bruises only!” The men jumped on speeder bikes and speeders that they had parked out front.

“Tahlrava where do you think your son is going?” One man asked Tahlrada’s father.

“He is trying to escape the city and get off planet,” Tahlrava replied, “Get a hold of everyone and lock down the city. No one leaves.”

As the trio rounded a corner Tahlrada brought the speeder to a stop and aimed the speeder down the street towards the city limits. It was a one kilometer straight shot of deserted street the lead to the outskirts of the town. The two young Zabrak tossed nods to each other as they unloaded everything and Tahlrada flipped the accelerator to the speeder and sent it careening down the street at top speed. Both boys sat back in the alleyway and watched as the entirety of his father’s press gang blew by. Tahlrada nodded to his younger brother and Keera as they made their way farther into the alley. The two Zabrak and the human girl came to an abandoned building where a small transport shuttle was waiting. There was a small crew of three standing around with blaster pistols drawn as the group entered the building.

“Its about time you swamp rats showed,” A tall female human said with a smile, “I was wondering if you would ever show.”

“We need to get going ma’am,” Tahlrano said as he dropped the bag his brother had packed for him into the transport, “What are we waiting for.”

“For the rest of my pay,” the woman said with a clever smile.

“What do you mean ‘the rest’; I already paid you in full!” Tahlrano’s anger and frustration could be heard in his voice.

“Tahlrano, what’s wrong?” Tahlrada said as he entered the small shuttle and deposited his and Keera’s bag on the floor.

“She said she is waiting for the rest of her pay.”

“I didn’t sign up for this attention so my fee has gone up since you didn’t let me know I was going to have to hide from Imperial press gangs that would be pursuing you.” Tahlrada sighed and knew he wasn’t going to get anywhere with arguing with the mouthy human.

“Here,” Tahlrada produced all the credits he had left and handed them to her, “Is that enough for the added trouble?” The woman counted it and nodded.

“This will have to do.” She shot Tahlrada a suspicious look that was met by Tahl’s brick wall of a glare.

The three men that had been standing guard clambered into the small shuttle. They worked fervently to batten down the hatches before taking their seats in front of the trio. Shortly after that the shuttle lifted off the ground and the left the planet of Iridonia it docked with the smugglers ship and offloaded its cargo.

“Welcome to the Sovereign,” The woman paused as she showed off the ship to the group, “He may be hard on the eyes but if you show him love he will get you wherever you want to go.”

The trio’s voyage was mainly filled with chores and the random drinking contest between the men that manned the Sovereign. Along with the everyday stuff Tahlrada and Keera’s relationship had cultivated to more extra-curricular activities. Their love for each other was evident among the crew and none of the crew of the Sovereign approached the attractive human out of respect for her Zabrak lover. Time flew fast for the group as the ship made its way to Sepros.

Present day

As they entered the system Tahlrano pulled his older brother aside.

“Hey bro, I got to tell you something,” Tahlrano seemed nervous to his older brother and it took him some time to get to the point.

“Well spit it out bro,” Tahlrada looked at his brother with concern.

“The captain offered me a permanent part of the crew with a cut and everything,” Tahlrano smiled at his older brother.

“Okay.” Tahlrada replied with surprise smeared all over his face. He had a feeling in his gut that told him that this wasn’t his little brother asking him.

“And I took the offer.” Tahlrada went to argue but saw the look in his brother’s eyes and conceded defeat and didn’t argue with his brother. Instead he just chuckled and looked deep into his brother’s eyes.

“Is this what you really want bro?”

“It is for now,” Tahlrano said with a smile, “Don’t worry about me you are trying to join that dark jedi group, at least I will be safe on this ship.” The tears that welled up in Tahlrano’s eyes betrayed his true feelings. Tahlrada felt a knot in his stomach as he smiled and looked his brother in the eyes.

“I will always love you bro, don’t get into too much trouble out here,” Tahlrada could feel the tears welling up in his eyes.

“And you keep your head down big bro, give whoever hell,” tears began to roll down his little brothers face as Tahlrada pulled him in for a big hug. A few minutes later a call came over the comm system for Tahlrada and Keera to come to the shuttle.

Tahlrano accompanied the couple to the planet surface where they came into the Sepros Spaceport, after they were finally cleared to offload two passengers instead of three. Tahlrada got up and grabbed his bag before turning to his brother to give him one more hug. Neither Zabrak said a word as they pulled away from each other and looked into one another eyes. It was an unspoken promise to stay safe between the two brothers.

Tahlrada exited the shuttle and walked up to the customs officer and put his bags on the floor next to him. Keera followed suit and placed her bags next to Tahlrada's bag. Tahlrada presented the man with his papers and a smile. The man looked over Tahlrada’s paperwork and looked at his screen after he scanned it. He smiled back to Tahlrada and waved him through. The process was repeated for Keera whom Tahlrada had attained forged documents from the smuggler captain. At the next desk two customs officers went through their luggage and electronically signed his papers with a seal of Sepros. Tahlrada then continued on to the Spaceport bar where the couple sat down at the bar and enjoyed a quick drink.

“So how do you like your freedom Keera?” Tahlrada smiled at the black haired woman.

“Loving it,” She offered a smile and a kiss. Her gaze was caught by something behind Tahlrada which caused him to spin quickly with his grandfather’s lightsaber in hand. Tahlrada had fashion a custom holster for it to fit under his armpit and out of site under his heavy coat. The emerald blade erupted from the worn hilt and was met by another emerald blade held by a dark blue skinned nautolan.
[[Category:DJB Characters]]

Tahlrada

2013-08-15T15:05:25Z

Coop Ter-An: /* Exodus */

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{{Character
|type=Obelisk
|image=[[File:Tahlrada.jpg]]
|firstname=Tahlrada
|homeworld=[[starwars:Iridonia|Iridonia]]
|birth=[[10 ABY to 19 ABY|18 ABY]]
|death= Not available
|species=Zabrak
|gender=Male
|hair=Whiteish Bone spurs
|eyes=Neon green
|skin=Tan
|height=6ft 1in
|weight=185lbs
|masters=
|enemies=
|form=*Banlanth
|saber= one green, armory saber,
|fightingstyle= * [[Kartranin]]
* [[Tu’rek]]
|position=none held
|era= [[Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era]]
|affiliation= *Clan [[Naga Sadow]]
|dossier=[[dossier:11209|11209]]
}}

{{Quote|I listen very well, that’s why I am smarter than you, and why I will beat you|Tahlrada}}

'''Tahlrada''' is a tan skinned Zabrak from Iridonia. He was born into a family of very proud Zabrak. Many of the family were well known sith or highly ranked imperial officers. Tahl is a tall and muscled Zabrak with some very unusual physical characteristics. Tahlrada has vibrant green eyes that were very uncommon among his family. On top of his eyes Tahlrada is one of very few Zabrak that have facial hair and eyebrows. He prefers to wear a goatee and never messes with his eyebrows even after his parents pride urged him to keep both shaved off and unnoticeable. Tahlrada couldn’t have cared what the other kids said about him. He had a full beard before he turned 16 and started to groom it to look decent at around his current age. He was the only student to graduate from his academy wearing facial hair in more than six hundred years. His blood was as pure as everyone in his family but he was just an anomaly. Tahlrada’s tattoos were subtle and eloquent and stretched the length of his entire body. His eyes were the most heavily tattooed spot on his body. Even his father was proud of how intense Tahl’s green eyes glared out from the black backdrops of his face and furrowed eyebrows. His glare sent most people running when they approached him to make jests at his facial hair so Tahlrada never saw much physical confrontation throughout his academy years. Tahlrada is also ambidextrous which is rare for a pureblood Zabrak. His facial tattoos were a thick black and mostly comprised of thin vibrant lines that ran the course of his entire body only to avoid the armpits and groin area.

=== Character History ===
== Exodus ==

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Tahlrada woke to the tell-tale reveille that his father always played to wake them for school. Tahlrada rolled out of his bunk and landed on his feet. He sat down on the lower bunk and slipped on his boots. He turned around and slapped the sleeping figure on the bottom bunk before tying his boots. The younger Zabrak sat up with a start.

“Whatwhatimup,” Tahlrano looked around, “I’m up.”
“Let’s go,” Tahlrada sighed, “its breakfast time.”

The two brothers shambled their way down the hall to the kitchen. Tahlrada took his seat opposite his older brother who seemed to frequent this house more often after he graduated then while he attended the academy.

Tahlrada’s family servant entered the room carrying food. The young woman was a human that his father had bought at auction a year or so ago. She had vibrant green eyes and jet black hair and her very presence made Tahlrada feel better. Tahlrada would never admit it but he was madly in love with the human and had been cultivating a relationship with her for a few months now that had culminated a week or so before that day in a secret kiss between the two.

“So,” Tahlrava looked at Tahlrada, “what courses do you have today?” Tahlrada’s father wasn’t stupid. He knew Tahl’s classes almost better than Tahl did. He also knew today was the end of the semester and because Tahlrada had slaved away at his courses he could graduate a semester early so he wouldn’t have to put up with his father for much longer.
“You know the usual,” Tahlrada played it cool under the gaze of his father who was a trained interrogator and avid supporter of the Galactic Empire. Tahlrada had looked at some recruiting pamphlets but was unimpressed at what the waning empire offered. He met a curious nautolan a few years back who came in search of knowledge of Tahlrada’s grandfather Tahlranis who was a known sith traitor who defected to the light side and formed his own Jedi circle. Tahlrada could still remember a few of his grandfather’s lessons before the man fell to the light side. Tahlrada wasn’t even sure if his grandfather was still alive at that point.

Tahlrada would eventually encounter him if he joined any side of this galactic confrontation. Tahlrada had recently come into contact with a Nautolan force user who had come looking for him. The nautolan had a dark blue tint to his skin and a glint of rage and hatred in his eyes. The curious looking nautolan wore blue and black attire and introduced himself as an envoy of the Dark jedi brotherhood to his father. The meeting visibly took its toll on his father who Tahlrada remembered was furious at the curious looking alien. Tahlrada remembered speaking with the man later on in private about his organization and Tahlrada’s curiosity was peeked. The man explained that his organization was very open about partnerships and that they really didn’t mind the fact.

Tahlrada looked at his father who was staring intently at his son.
“I have been talking with the recruiters down at the station,” Tahlrada saw the joy come over his father’s face, “but.”
“But what?” Tahlraga pipped up from across the table as he came up from his plate for air. Tahlrada's brother was tearing into his breakfast like a wild animal that hadn't eaten in days. It reminded Tahlrada of his biology class where they put three predatorily carnivores in a cage for a week to show the students the application of survival of the fittest. After three days the trio began fighting and once the weakest was ascertained the other two killed and ate him for survival. After 6 days the remaining two battled it out where the seemingly weaker one won out and killed and ate the seemingly stronger of the three showing that not only those fit in body but in mind would be the ones to carry on past the brink.

“How about you shut up Tahlraga before me and Tahlrano beat you to death,” one of Tahlrada’s pet peeves was his older brother. Everything about him screamed their father and it infuriated Tahl. Neither of the younger brothers could stand being around their older brother. For all his bluster and bravado he had never left the planet. He had joined the planetary defense force in hopes to rise through the ranks on the curtails of their father's accomplishments.
“Like I was saying,” Tahlrada shot his older brother a glare that was returned with equal intensity, “I am going down there to look over the paper work for enlistment after school today.”
“Good,” the smile on Tahlrava’s face could have been seen from space. The rest of breakfast was filled with small talk on what jobs Tahlrada was looking at. Finally it had to be brought up.

“I am also thinking of taking the force sensitivity test today and see how I score,” you could have heard a pin drop in the room. Tahlrada’s father was a fickle man. He loved the empire but didn’t see the purpose in force users in the galactic empire. “I scored decently last year and you decided that I was too young for the Sith to come recruiting me for their training, I have decided that if the sith offer a better set of skills and pay that I will go that route but if the Galactic Empire puts up a better offer then I will go that route.”
“Son,” Tahlrava shot his son a glare, “if I didn’t send in false records of that test you would have been drug off by the Sith to some experimental facility to be used as a guinea pig in their personal wars between each other."
“Father,” Tahlrava went quiet, “this is my choice, like how Tahlraga would rather stay around home and be a vagabond fighting for your attention even after he graduated.” The insults were heard loud and clear by the entire family and multiple servants. Tahlrano had to actually work to stifle a giggle that drew a glare from Tahlraga. “Anyway father, Tahlrano and I have to head out. We can talk about it tonight when I get home ok.” Tahlrava conceded defeat and offered his son a smirk and a nod. Tahlrava was a fickle man. He loved power and the use of it in force but he also respected those who use restraint of their power to embarrass and out wit their opponents. To him it showed the wisdom to know when to use it to the persons advantage.

Tahlrada left the table and made his way to his room where his bag was. His little brother ran past him with Tahlraga fast in pursuit with a blob of breakfast splattered across the side of his face. Tahlrada couldn’t help but laugh at his brothers as they ended up in the atrium wrestling over the dispute. Tahlrada was not looking forward to tonight when he had planned to flee his home with the Human servant. Tahlrada entered his room where Keera was waiting for him. She approached him with bag in hand and planted a kiss on his lips that centered Tahlrada’s troubled mind.

“I needed that,” Tahlrada offered her a smile before planting another on her lips in return, “make sure you pack all the stuff I told you to.”
“Yes Roddy,” Keera’s nickname for Tahlrada always put a smirk on his face, “I have it all packed and hidden away, ready to go.”
“See you when I get back tonight.” Tahlrada stole one more kiss from the beautiful woman.
“Lets go bantha poodoo!” Tahlrano bellowed up the stairs, “you’re going to make us late...again!”

“I’m coming,” Tahlrada slid down the banister to the atrium landing before he broke into a sprint out the door to his speeder waiting outside. After the two brothers shot of down the street and up into the speeder lanes Tahlrano turned off the music before looking at Tahlrada. Their was a pause as the brothers looked at each other and then watched as their brother and his
psychotic girlfriend pulled alongside.

"So Tahlrada," the attractive woman piped up, "What are you going to do after the academy?" Tahlrada recognized the girl from the popular click. It was made up of the most powerful Zabrak families. Her father was a sith lord and she didn't keep any of her plans to herself. She was planning on joining her father and the galactic empire and begin her training. Tahlrada mused to himself how his brother was playing the stupid girl into thinking he loved her so he could gain stature among his peers. Tahlrada created a short fantasy where the girls father killed his worthless brother and his over controlling father for incompetence at their dreary wedding. It brought a noticeable smile across his face as he came back to reality.

"Hey what's that stare for loser!" Tahlraga had noticed the smile and was not pleased, "why are you looking at my girlfriend that way?"
"Oh no reason," Tahlrada returned to his speeder controls as he heard his brother begin to rile up and yell at him for something or another. Tahlrada pulled his attention from the console just as the speeder lane lights turned green and he sped off weaving in and out of small shuttles and speeders on his way to the academy.

As the duo landed at the academy the whole school seemed a buzz with people running to and fro whispering excitingly. From what Tahlrada could make of it his brother was backed against his speeder by an unknown man with a lightsaber. Tahlrada looked at Tahlrano who nodded as the two Zabrak bounded out of their speeder and headed towards the drop-off pad. The arrived just in time to watch the last half of the drama unfold.

A tall man in a robe and clad in armor was standing in Tahlraga's face and neither was budging. The hooded man had Tahlraga at attention and was giving him an earful. Tahlraga saw his two brothers from over the tall mans shoulder and in his eyes was a pleading stare for them to help him out. Tahlrano placed a hand on Tahlrada's shoulder to restrain his brother. For everything his brother was he still did not deserve this siths verbal assault.

"Hey ugly!" The mans head seemed to perk up at the insult, "Why don't you pick on someone more your intelligence range!" The hooded figure turned to find who it was who was shooting insults at him. Tahlrada had already cleared half the distance from the crowd and was standing alone across from the sith whose red saber hummed menacingly.
"And who would you be," The sith's voice was strong and malevolent and it seemed to carry a threatening tone.
"Who?" Tahlrada pointed at himself and looked around which drew some chuckles from the on looking crowd, "Why I am that fine sack of bantha poodoo's younger brother."
"So," the sith turned back around to look at Tahlraga, "this is your savior, your baby brother?"
"Actually," Tahlrada pipped in to irritate the sith, "I am his younger brother, that," Tahlrada pointed to Tahlrano, "is his baby brother and I am not as nice nor as civil as either of them, nor do I care about your worthless title or that fancy toy you wield." More laughter escaped the onlookers which seemed to just anger the sith even more as the hooded figure glared at the crowd in front of him.
"You will care when I plant it in your chest," the Sith began stomping towards Tahlrada who stood his ground with a smile across his face. The sith pulled the lightsaber back to slash across his body and decapitate Tahlrada.

"Stop!" a voice erupted from the crowd and to Tahlrada's surprise the sith stopped inches from his goal. Both of them turned and looked over to where the voice had come from. Standing before Tahlrada was a man who stood no more than chest high to him and looked old and sickly but stood proudly with his chest out which added to the fact that he was short. Tahlrada didn't let that fact fool him though, this man was the real brains of the operation and the wielder of the greater power between the two. He waved the other sith off and made his way to the center of the circle where Tahlrada was currently standing. He paced around Tahlrada who just stared off into space, irritated with the whole situation.

"Who are you?" the old sith finally asked after he had made a few laps around Tahlrada.
"I am Tahlrada Sven," Tahlrada paused before continuing, "Son of Tahlrava Sven, one of your press gang leaders your highness."
"And I assume you know who I am?" Tahlrada replied with a curt nod, "Then why do you not look at me when you speak to me?"
"I don't know," Tahlrada paused, "because you are ugly." Tahlrada offered with a shrug. The comment brought a smile to the sith lords face.
"Fearless in the face of certain death and fearless in the face of a man who could end your worthless existence with a flick of the wrist," The sith lord's voice got really serious as he finished, "That is a trait of a true leader," The sith began to pace around Tahlrada again, "I have heard your name before Tahlrada, I believe it has something to do with your early graduation with the highest marks in a millennium if you pass your classes today."
"Yes my lord," Tahlrada refused to look down at this man. Even through all the bravery Tahlrada could feel fear creeping into his mind and taunting him.
"Yet you come to the aid of family in a crisis whether you know the circumstances or not," Tahlrada's nerves were on edge, "and what would you do if my apprentice removes your brothers head at the shoulders?"
"Oh I don't know my lord, throw a party." A curious look came across the Sith lords face as he pondered the statement.
"Throw one in honor of his life before he was killed?" Tahlrada shook his head in disagreement which drew an even more puzzled stare from the Sith lord, "then why?"
"More like a party to rejoice him not existing to harass us," another smile crept across the sith lords face as he turned to face Tahlrada's brother. His hand began to raise when Tahlrada spoke again, "But."
"But what?" the sith lord turned to look at Tahlrada.
"I would be honor bound to destroy the killer and cut him into little pieces and feed him to a bantha." The sith lords smile was no longer there and a glare of seriousness came across Tahlrada's face as he glared down at the Sith Lord in turn. The air seemed to thicken as the two glared into each others eyes in what seemed to be a match between their souls.

"Well," The Sith lord kept his gaze with Tahlrada who was still glaring intently at the older human, "Then we best not cause trouble then, Darissi!" The girl from before slinked over to the sith lord with her head bowed in homage to the sith lord, "Your father wants you protected and it seems that if your current boyfriend cannot protect you from even my apprentice then you should be with a boy who has no fear of a fight."
"Before you go any farther my lord, I already have a girlfriend and am quite content with not being anywhere near this woman."
"Oh really?" the Sith lords eyes perked up, "you do know who her father is right?"
"Some high and mighty sith lord," Tahlrada paused.
"He is a Grand Moff and Sith Lord and would do any career you choose very well to be in his good graces."
"Sorry my lord," Tahlrada stopped him with an upraised hand, "but I don't like playing at politician, that's what your type are good at, personally I like to just stay out of everyone's way and let them kill each other over nothing."
"You call coming to the aid of family staying out of the way?" The sith lord gave Tahlrada a queer look before continuing, "I will let you get to class but I will have my eye on you." The sith lord turned and waved to his apprentice and as he turned to leave he shot Tahlrada one more glance. It seemed Tahlrada had intrigued the one group of people he didn't want to intrigue.

As Tahlrada went to rejoin Tahlrano someone grabbed his shoulder and stopped him. Tahlrada turned just intime to see his older brothers fist and then a flash of light as the sudden strike stunned him.
"What gave you the right to step in?!?" Tahlraga's face was covered in a veil of rage. Tahlrada knew his brother would never take him in a one on one fight and win so the sucker punch didn't surprise Tahlrada in the least bit.
"Well you were standing there about to get hewn in two over some girl and you were just going to take it so I stepped in to avoid the inconvenience of our fathers wrath after your brutal murder." Tahlrada got up brushed himself off, smiled and rejoined Tahlrano.

“So are we really going through with it?” Tahlrano whispered in his ear. Tahlrada could see the concern on his younger brothers face.
“Yes,” Tahlrada said with a smile, “don’t worry it’s all set up and ready, this time tomorrow all three of us will be well out of this galaxy before our father can even raise his voice in dismay.”

School that day went as well as it could have after the morning altercation with the two sith. Tahlrada ran into the two dark figures a couple of times between classes as the roamed the halls. Tahlrada spent most of his day finishing up final exams and getting them scored. He saw his brother a few times in front of the dean’s office standing next to some poor sap who Tahlrano had a problem with. He seemed to be making the most of his last day in this slave driving academy.

“Here you go sir,” Tahlrada handed the finals proctor his final exam on Iridonian history and waited for him to score it.
“Highest marks again Tahlrada your father should be really proud. Your brother will be angered at the thought that you outdid every one of his records set at this academy in one less year than he did.”
“Thank you Proctor Tennel, it has been fun but I am glad I wont ever have to see this place again.”
“Really, big plans after the academy?”
“Yes sir, probably the Empire but I am taking the force sensitivity test at the recruiting station after I leave here.” The old proctor offered a smirk and a nod before he spoke.
"Oh really," A familiar voice piped up from the back of the room. Tahlrada turned to see the two sith at the back of the room. The big one was standing with a saberstaff laying across his forearm while the old sith lord was sitting on a desk with his lightsaber dangling from his belt, "That must be a coincidence because I was asked to be an assistant proctor for the exam today." An evil smile crept across the mans face as he stared at Tahlrada, "This is going to be fun after all."

Tahlrada made his way down to the gymnasium where they were to administrate the test. He could hear the ominous foot steps of the two sith just feet behind him. He knew this was not going to be fun but he had to get it over with. Tahlrada entered the gymnasium where one candidate was just then being put on a stretcher and carried out of the building.

"The exam seems to have gotten easier," The sith lord said from behind Tahlrada, "In my day if you failed, you died."

The coldness in the man's voice drove the point home and it was only then that Tahlrada realized that he was going to be slated against one of the two accomplished sith behind him. Tahlrada went over to the head proctor who had him sign some things on a holopad and then escorted him over to get the force sensing gear on. It took readings on how much of the force you were exerting.

Tahlrada dawned the gear and chose two lightsabers from the weapons table. One was a dual-phase lightsaber with two preset lengths that he could change during the fight. He clicked it over to the longer length which was a standard length lightsaber. He deposited the other hilt on his belt. It was a Shoto lightsaber for when he would need to dual wield. The other preset length on the lightsaber was a length between that of a standard lightsaber and a Shoto giving it more speed and maneuverability during a fight and easier to wield one handed than the standard length lightsaber.

Tahlrada entered the arena where all of the proctors were already awaiting him. Tahlrada knew it would be a random attack that he would have to sense from someone among the group. All of the proctors carried the same simple hilts of training sabers but each proctor had a different hilt. The head proctor carried with him a curved hilt lightsaber on his belt which made fighting him even more of a challenge if he was his opponent. The variable angles that the hilt allowed him always seemed to confuse Tahlrada and it was definitely one of his week point. The Assistant proctor to the Head Proctors right was carrying guard shoto lightsabers or as they were commonly referred to as lightsaber tonfa. They were a primarily defensive lightsaber but was highly maneuverable which made it a hassle to fight. The proctor to the left of the Head Proctor was the Sith lord from before. He was carrying a very rare lightsaber hilt. In his hand was a cross guard lightsaber. It had the standard emitter but also one that pointed at an angle right next to it but facing the opposite way. Its secondary blade was used to protect the hand but also was used to make the hilt a deadly weapon if used in a jab. Tahlrada's nerves were on edge as he looked at the other Proctors who all seemed to have standard hilts or Saberstaffs. One in particular was the Apprentice from before. He could see it in the mans eyes that he was the one Tahlrada was fighting and laying across his arms was a saberstaff.

Tahlrada gathered his nerves as best he could given the current situation. Tahlrada adjusted his gear and stretched a little for the coming fight. The Head Proctor seemed to be looking over something on his holopad so Tahlrada had a little time to prepare. He gave a quick bow to all the proctors in the room and then locked stares with the Sith lord from earlier who offered a quick wink and a grin. Tahlrada's nerves shot through the roof and he could tell from the wry smirks emerging from the assembled that they could sense his feelings at that moment.

Almost on cue the Head Proctor looked up from his holopad and gave a quick return bow to Tahlrada.
"In accordance with the Galactic empires regulations you, Tahlrada Sven have willingly agreed to partake in this test?"
"Yes Head Proctor," Tahlrada's attention was now focused on the Head Proctor and for some reason it calmed him.
"You have completed this exam before?" the Head Proctor looked up from his holopad at Tahlrada.

Tahlrada waited for about an hour for his younger brother to be released from the Academy’s detaining cells for his blatant throttling of the dean of students.

“You couldn’t have kept it somewhat on the down low could you?” Tahlrano offered him a shrug before he jumped into the passenger seat of the speeder. The sped off from the academy with laughter on their lips and joy in their hearts. If all went well they would never return to that school.

Tahlrada entered his home as he returned home from his final day of class. Tahlrano slumped in behind him knowing the earful he would catch for his shenanigans at school. Tahlrada stopped as he came into the main room where his father was sitting at the family table. Tahlrada looked around and saw men in different points in the room. Tahlrada knew all the men that were in the room with his father. Tahlrada knew exactly what this was about and he had prepared to face this but only as a worst case scenario.

"So son," Tahlrada's Father said as he looked up from the datapad before him, "I may not pay that much attention but your brother pays too much attention to the goings on around here."

"Well isn't that heartwarming," Tahlrada shot back sarcastically, Tahlrada could feel his anger boiling up. “I thought I told you I was going down and enlisting.”

"Do not talk back to me son," Tahlrada's father.

"Don't call me that like you actually are a father to me," Tahlrada shot back at the lean looking Zabrak, "You have never been a father to me, all you ever did was spoil that bitch of a brother of ours and ignore us." Tahlrada motioned to himself and Tahlrano who was standing a few paces behind him.

"Whatever you may think about me, you know where this family stands on graduates," Tahlrada's father said as he maintained his cold demeanor, "You will accompany me and my friends to the Imperial Recruitment station and enlist in the Imperial military I am not going to let your crush on a human jeopardize your future."

Tahlrada’s heart fell into his stomach as a large man stepped aside to show the badly beaten and shackled Keera. Tahlrada looked at the big man who was smiling menacingly.

“Was it you,” Tahlrada pointed at the big man who offered a tell tale grin, “you have forfeit your life.” In the time the conversation had erupted Tahlrano had ran down the hallway and into their fathers study. He easily cracked the safe combination and retrieved a small metal cylinder from the depths of it. He came into the room a few seconds after Tahlrada’s threat and placed the cylinder in his hand from behind before he took off sprinting out the front door. Tahlrada looked down at his hand at the small metallic cylinder. Three of the men before Tahlrada ignited red light batons used in riot control and on unruly inmates by the authorities. The thing they didn’t realize was this was a lightsaber. Specifically it was his grandfather’s lightsaber that he had left to be handed down to whoever in the family showed force sensitivity. Tahlrada ignited the deep emerald blade and gave it a few spins.

“How dare you!” the entire room froze as they looked back at Tahlrava. He hated his father and lightsabers, yet he could never dispose of his last memories of his father. Tahlrada gave the saber a few more quick spins before he charged the big man with lightsaber in hand. Two of the men tried to attack him head on and it ended with them cut down on the floor. The entire room went silent again as a crooked grin spread across Tahlrada’s face. The last man with the light baton came in hard at Tahlrada’s back. He came at the Zabrak with a downward slash that stopped midway suddenly. The man’s face twisted into a grimace before he fell to the floor next to the other two assailants. Tahlrada was now squared up with the man that had laid his hands on Keera.

With a swift jab of the lightsaber the confrontation came to an end before the man could try to react to the attack. The stupid look of bravado and arrogance still on his face as his lifeless body fell to the floor. Tahlrada shot the other men a look that caused them all to freeze where they stood. One of the men actually vomited from the stare. Tahlrada cut the shackles on Keera’s ankles and wrists before making his way to the doorway to the room where Tahlrano had just sprinted by with a bag in each hand and one strung over his shoulder.

"You brought this on yourselves father," Tahlrada said as he slowly backed out of the room. He was stopped by a voice behind his father.

"You will regret doing this little brother,” Tahlraga stepped from the small crowd, “See father, I told you he would betray our family if we kept that dark haired bitch around."

Tahlrada went to charge his brother but Keera’s hands tightening on his arm stopped him dead in his tracks. He looked over his shoulder at Keera and she gave him a look before speaking, “We need to go Roddy, they have most likely called friends to detain us we need to go.” Tahlrada offered her a nod of agreement as they began slowly backing out towards the door. The group seemed to flow with them as they left they stayed just out of distance from an attack but enough for their overwhelming presence to be known. As Tahlrada got to the open door he offered a smile and exited slamming the door and barring it with a metal bar that his brother had set next to the door.

Tahlrada turned and began sprinting across the landing pad to his speeder. Tahlrano was already in the backseat awaiting the two. Tahlrada landed in the speeder as he deactivated his grandfather’s lightsaber. He looked back at the door to see his father looking out of the windows

“Hey we need to get moving bro,” The young Zabrak piped up.

“I know Tahlrano,” Tahlrada looked back over his shoulder where he saw his older brother come out of a window onto the landing, “let’s get out of here Tahlrano.” The speeder jumped into motion as his brother came up to the speeders bumper.
The speeder roared to life and jolted as they accelerated off of the landing pad and into traffic. Tahlrada knew his father’s men would be out in force to try and stop him but it wouldn’t work.

“Go!” Tahlrada’s father yelled at his men “scrapes and bruises only!” The men jumped on speeder bikes and speeders that they had parked out front.

“Tahlrava where do you think your son is going?” One man asked Tahlrada’s father.

“He is trying to escape the city and get off planet,” Tahlrava replied, “Get a hold of everyone and lock down the city. No one leaves.”

As the trio rounded a corner Tahlrada brought the speeder to a stop and aimed the speeder down the street towards the city limits. It was a one kilometer straight shot of deserted street the lead to the outskirts of the town. The two young Zabrak tossed nods to each other as they unloaded everything and Tahlrada flipped the accelerator to the speeder and sent it careening down the street at top speed. Both boys sat back in the alleyway and watched as the entirety of his father’s press gang blew by. Tahlrada nodded to his younger brother and Keera as they made their way farther into the alley. The two Zabrak and the human girl came to an abandoned building where a small transport shuttle was waiting. There was a small crew of three standing around with blaster pistols drawn as the group entered the building.

“Its about time you swamp rats showed,” A tall female human said with a smile, “I was wondering if you would ever show.”

“We need to get going ma’am,” Tahlrano said as he dropped the bag his brother had packed for him into the transport, “What are we waiting for.”

“For the rest of my pay,” the woman said with a clever smile.

“What do you mean ‘the rest’; I already paid you in full!” Tahlrano’s anger and frustration could be heard in his voice.

“Tahlrano, what’s wrong?” Tahlrada said as he entered the small shuttle and deposited his and Keera’s bag on the floor.

“She said she is waiting for the rest of her pay.”

“I didn’t sign up for this attention so my fee has gone up since you didn’t let me know I was going to have to hide from Imperial press gangs that would be pursuing you.” Tahlrada sighed and knew he wasn’t going to get anywhere with arguing with the mouthy human.

“Here,” Tahlrada produced all the credits he had left and handed them to her, “Is that enough for the added trouble?” The woman counted it and nodded.

“This will have to do.” She shot Tahlrada a suspicious look that was met by Tahl’s brick wall of a glare.

The three men that had been standing guard clambered into the small shuttle. They worked fervently to batten down the hatches before taking their seats in front of the trio. Shortly after that the shuttle lifted off the ground and the left the planet of Iridonia it docked with the smugglers ship and offloaded its cargo.

“Welcome to the Sovereign,” The woman paused as she showed off the ship to the group, “He may be hard on the eyes but if you show him love he will get you wherever you want to go.”

The trio’s voyage was mainly filled with chores and the random drinking contest between the men that manned the Sovereign. Along with the everyday stuff Tahlrada and Keera’s relationship had cultivated to more extra-curricular activities. Their love for each other was evident among the crew and none of the crew of the Sovereign approached the attractive human out of respect for her Zabrak lover. Time flew fast for the group as the ship made its way to Sepros.

Present day

As they entered the system Tahlrano pulled his older brother aside.

“Hey bro, I got to tell you something,” Tahlrano seemed nervous to his older brother and it took him some time to get to the point.

“Well spit it out bro,” Tahlrada looked at his brother with concern.

“The captain offered me a permanent part of the crew with a cut and everything,” Tahlrano smiled at his older brother.

“Okay.” Tahlrada replied with surprise smeared all over his face. He had a feeling in his gut that told him that this wasn’t his little brother asking him.

“And I took the offer.” Tahlrada went to argue but saw the look in his brother’s eyes and conceded defeat and didn’t argue with his brother. Instead he just chuckled and looked deep into his brother’s eyes.

“Is this what you really want bro?”

“It is for now,” Tahlrano said with a smile, “Don’t worry about me you are trying to join that dark jedi group, at least I will be safe on this ship.” The tears that welled up in Tahlrano’s eyes betrayed his true feelings. Tahlrada felt a knot in his stomach as he smiled and looked his brother in the eyes.

“I will always love you bro, don’t get into too much trouble out here,” Tahlrada could feel the tears welling up in his eyes.

“And you keep your head down big bro, give whoever hell,” tears began to roll down his little brothers face as Tahlrada pulled him in for a big hug. A few minutes later a call came over the comm system for Tahlrada and Keera to come to the shuttle.

Tahlrano accompanied the couple to the planet surface where they came into the Sepros Spaceport, after they were finally cleared to offload two passengers instead of three. Tahlrada got up and grabbed his bag before turning to his brother to give him one more hug. Neither Zabrak said a word as they pulled away from each other and looked into one another eyes. It was an unspoken promise to stay safe between the two brothers.

Tahlrada exited the shuttle and walked up to the customs officer and put his bags on the floor next to him. Keera followed suit and placed her bags next to Tahlrada's bag. Tahlrada presented the man with his papers and a smile. The man looked over Tahlrada’s paperwork and looked at his screen after he scanned it. He smiled back to Tahlrada and waved him through. The process was repeated for Keera whom Tahlrada had attained forged documents from the smuggler captain. At the next desk two customs officers went through their luggage and electronically signed his papers with a seal of Sepros. Tahlrada then continued on to the Spaceport bar where the couple sat down at the bar and enjoyed a quick drink.

“So how do you like your freedom Keera?” Tahlrada smiled at the black haired woman.

“Loving it,” She offered a smile and a kiss. Her gaze was caught by something behind Tahlrada which caused him to spin quickly with his grandfather’s lightsaber in hand. Tahlrada had fashion a custom holster for it to fit under his armpit and out of site under his heavy coat. The emerald blade erupted from the worn hilt and was met by another emerald blade held by a dark blue skinned nautolan.
[[Category:DJB Characters]]

Tahlrada

2013-08-15T14:45:19Z

Coop Ter-An: /* Exodus */

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{{Character
|type=Obelisk
|image=[[File:Tahlrada.jpg]]
|firstname=Tahlrada
|homeworld=[[starwars:Iridonia|Iridonia]]
|birth=[[10 ABY to 19 ABY|18 ABY]]
|death= Not available
|species=Zabrak
|gender=Male
|hair=Whiteish Bone spurs
|eyes=Neon green
|skin=Tan
|height=6ft 1in
|weight=185lbs
|masters=
|enemies=
|form=*Banlanth
|saber= one green, armory saber,
|fightingstyle= * [[Kartranin]]
* [[Tu’rek]]
|position=none held
|era= [[Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era]]
|affiliation= *Clan [[Naga Sadow]]
|dossier=[[dossier:11209|11209]]
}}

{{Quote|I listen very well, that’s why I am smarter than you, and why I will beat you|Tahlrada}}

'''Tahlrada''' is a tan skinned Zabrak from Iridonia. He was born into a family of very proud Zabrak. Many of the family were well known sith or highly ranked imperial officers. Tahl is a tall and muscled Zabrak with some very unusual physical characteristics. Tahlrada has vibrant green eyes that were very uncommon among his family. On top of his eyes Tahlrada is one of very few Zabrak that have facial hair and eyebrows. He prefers to wear a goatee and never messes with his eyebrows even after his parents pride urged him to keep both shaved off and unnoticeable. Tahlrada couldn’t have cared what the other kids said about him. He had a full beard before he turned 16 and started to groom it to look decent at around his current age. He was the only student to graduate from his academy wearing facial hair in more than six hundred years. His blood was as pure as everyone in his family but he was just an anomaly. Tahlrada’s tattoos were subtle and eloquent and stretched the length of his entire body. His eyes were the most heavily tattooed spot on his body. Even his father was proud of how intense Tahl’s green eyes glared out from the black backdrops of his face and furrowed eyebrows. His glare sent most people running when they approached him to make jests at his facial hair so Tahlrada never saw much physical confrontation throughout his academy years. Tahlrada is also ambidextrous which is rare for a pureblood Zabrak. His facial tattoos were a thick black and mostly comprised of thin vibrant lines that ran the course of his entire body only to avoid the armpits and groin area.

=== Character History ===
== Exodus ==

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Tahlrada woke to the tell-tale reveille that his father always played to wake them for school. Tahlrada rolled out of his bunk and landed on his feet. He sat down on the lower bunk and slipped on his boots. He turned around and slapped the sleeping figure on the bottom bunk before tying his boots. The younger Zabrak sat up with a start.

“Whatwhatimup,” Tahlrano looked around, “I’m up.”

“Let’s go,” Tahlrada sighed, “its breakfast time.”

The two brothers shambled their way down the hall to the kitchen. Tahlrada took his seat opposite his older brother who seemed to frequent this house more often after he graduated then while he attended the academy.

Tahlrada’s family servant entered the room carrying food. The young woman was a human that his father had bought at auction a year or so ago. She had vibrant green eyes and jet black hair and her very presence made Tahlrada feel better. Tahlrada would never admit it but he was madly in love with the human and had been cultivating a relationship with her for a few months now that had culminated a week or so before that day in a secret kiss between the two.

“So,” Tahlrava looked at Tahlrada, “what courses do you have today?” Tahlrada’s father wasn’t stupid. He knew Tahl’s classes almost better than Tahl did. He also knew today was the end of the semester and because Tahlrada had slaved away at his courses he could graduate a semester early so he wouldn’t have to put up with his father for much longer.

“You know the usual,” Tahlrada played it cool under the gaze of his father who was a trained interrogator and avid supporter of the Galactic Empire. Tahlrada had looked at some recruiting pamphlets but was unimpressed at what the waning empire offered. He met a curious nautolan a few years back who came in search of knowledge of Tahlrada’s grandfather Tahlranis who was a known sith traitor who defected to the light side and formed his own Jedi circle. Tahlrada could still remember a few of his grandfather’s lessons before the man fell to the light side. Tahlrada wasn’t even sure if his grandfather was still alive at that point. Tahlrada would eventually encounter him if he joined any side of this galactic confrontation.

The nautolan had a dark blue tint to his skin and a glint of rage and hatred in his eyes. The curious looking nautolan wore blue and black attire and introduced himself as an envoy of the Dark jedi brotherhood to his father. The meeting visibly took its toll on his father who Tahlrada remembered was furious at the curious looking alien. Tahlrada remembered speaking with the man later on in private about his organization and Tahlrada’s curiosity was peeked. The man explained that his organization was very open about partnerships and that they really didn’t mind the fact.

Tahlrada looked at his father who was staring intently at his son.

“I have been talking with the recruiters down at the station,” Tahlrada saw the joy come over his father’s face, “but.”

“But what?” Tahlraga pipped up from across the table as he came up from his plate for air. Tahlrada's brother was tearing into his breakfast like a wild animal that hadn't eaten in days. It reminded Tahlrada of his biology class where they put three predatorily carnivores in a cage for a week to show the students the application of survival of the fittest. After three days the trio began fighting and once the weakest was ascertained the other two killed and ate him for survival. After 6 days the remaining two battled it out where the seemingly weaker one won out and killed and ate the seemingly stronger of the three showing that not only those fit in body but in mind would be the ones to carry on past the brink.

“How about you shut up Tahlraga before me and Tahlrano beat you to death,” one of Tahlrada’s pet peeves was his older brother. Everything about him screamed their father and it infuriated Tahl. Neither of the younger brothers could stand being around their older brother. For all his bluster and bravado he had never left the planet. He had joined the planetary defense force in hopes to rise through the ranks on the curtails of their father's accomplishments.

“Like I was saying,” Tahlrada shot his older brother a glare that was returned with equal intensity, “I am going down there to look over the paper work for enlistment after school today.”

“Good,” the smile on Tahlrava’s face could have been seen from space. The rest of breakfast was filled with small talk on what jobs Tahlrada was looking at. Finally it had to be brought up.

“I am also thinking of taking the force sensitivity test today and see how I score,” you could have heard a pin drop in the room. Tahlrada’s father was a fickle man. He loved the empire but didn’t see the purpose in force users in the galactic empire. “I scored decently last year and you decided that I was too young for the Sith to come recruiting me for their training, I have decided that if the sith offer a better set of skills and pay that I will go that route but if the Galactic Empire puts up a better offer then I will go that route.”

“Son,” Tahlrava shot his son a glare, “if I didn’t send in false records of that test you would have been drug off by the Sith to some experimental facility to be used as a guinea pig in their personal wars between each other."

“Father,” Tahlrava went quiet, “this is my choice, like how Tahlraga would rather stay around home and be a vagabond fighting for your attention even after he graduated.” The insults were heard loud and clear by the entire family and multiple servants. Tahlrano had to actually work to stifle a giggle that drew a glare from Tahlraga. “Anyway father, Tahlrano and I have to head out. We can talk about it tonight when I get home ok.” Tahlrava conceded defeat and offered his son a smirk and a nod. Tahlrava was a fickle man. He loved power and the use of it in force but he also respected those who use restraint of their power to embarrass and out wit their opponents. To him it showed the wisdom to know when to use it to the persons advantage.

Tahlrada left the table and made his way to his room where his bag was. His little brother ran past him with Tahlraga fast in pursuit with a blob of breakfast splattered across the side of his face. Tahlrada couldn’t help but laugh at his brothers as they ended up in the atrium wrestling over the dispute. Tahlrada was not looking forward to tonight when he had planned to flee his home with the Human servant. Tahlrada entered his room where Keera was waiting for him. She approached him with bag in hand and planted a kiss on his lips that centered Tahlrada’s troubled mind.

“I needed that,” Tahlrada offered her a smile before planting another on her lips in return, “make sure you pack all the stuff I told you to.”

“Yes Roddy,” Keera’s nickname for Tahlrada always put a smirk on his face, “I have it all packed and hidden away, ready to go.”

“See you when I get back tonight.” Tahlrada stole one more kiss from the beautiful woman.

“Lets go bantha poodoo!” Tahlrano bellowed up the stairs, “you’re going to make us late...again!”

“I’m coming,” Tahlrada slid down the banister to the atrium landing before he broke into a sprint out the door to his speeder waiting outside. After the two brothers shot of down the street and up into the speeder lanes Tahlrano turned off the music before looking at Tahlrada. Their was a pause as the brothers looked at each other and then watched as their brother and his psychotic girlfriend pulled alongside.

"So Tahlrada," the attractive woman piped up, "What are you going to do after the academy?" Tahlrada recognized the girl from the popular click. It was made up of the most powerful Zabrak families. Her father was a sith lord and she didn't keep any of her plans to herself. She was planning on joining her father and the galactic empire and begin her training. Tahlrada mused to himself how his brother was playing the stupid girl into thinking he loved her so he could gain stature among his peers. Tahlrada created a short fantasy where the girls father killed his worthless brother and his over controlling father for incompetence at their dreary wedding. It brought a noticeable smile across his face as he came back to reality.

"Hey what's that stare for loser!" Tahlraga had noticed the smile and was not pleased, "why are you looking at my girlfriend that way?"

"Oh no reason," Tahlrada returned to his speeder controls as he heard his brother begin to rile up and yell at him for something or another. Tahlrada pulled his attention from the console just as the speeder lane lights turned green and he sped off weaving in and out of small shuttles and speeders on his way to the academy.

As the duo landed at the academy the whole school seemed a buzz with people running to and fro whispering excitingly. From what Tahlrada could make of it his brother was backed against his speeder by an unknown man with a lightsaber. Tahlrada looked at Tahlrano who nodded as the two Zabrak bounded out of their speeder and headed towards the drop-off pad. The arrived just in time to watch the last half of the drama unfold.

A tall man in a robe and clad in armor was standing in Tahlraga's face and neither was budging. The hooded man had Tahlraga at attention and was giving him an earful. Tahlraga saw his two brothers from over the tall mans shoulder and in his eyes was a pleading stare for them to help him out. Tahlrano placed a hand on Tahlrada's shoulder to restrain his brother. For everything his brother was he still did not deserve this sith apprentices verbal assault.

"Hey ugly!" The mans head seemed to perk up at the insult, "Why don't you pick on someone more your intelligence range!" The hooded figure turned to find who it was who was shooting insults at him. Tahlrada had already cleared half the distance from the crowd and was standing alone across from the sith whose red saber hummed menacingly.

"And who would you be," The sith's voice was strong and malevolent and it seemed to carry a threatening tone.

"Who?" Tahlrada pointed at himself and looked around which drew some chuckles from the on looking crowd, "Why I am that fine sack of bantha poodoo's younger brother."

"So," the sith turned back around to look at Tahlraga, "this is your savior, your baby brother?"

"Actually," Tahlrada pipped in to irritate the sith, "I am his younger brother, that," Tahlrada pointed to Tahlrano, "is his baby brother and I am not as nice nor as civil as either of them, nor do I care about your worthless title or that fancy toy you wield." More laughter escaped the onlookers which seemed to just anger the sith even more as the hooded figure glared at the crowd in front of him.

"You will care when I plant it in your chest," the Sith began stomping towards Tahlrada who stood his ground with a smile across his face. The sith pulled the lightsaber back to slash across his body and decapitate Tahlrada.

"Stop!" a voice erupted from the crowd and to Tahlrada's surprise the sith stopped inches from his goal. Both of them turned and looked over to where the voice had come from. Standing before Tahlrada was a man who stood about chest high to him and looked old and sickly. Tahlrada didn't let that fact fool him, this man was the real brains of the operation and the wielder of the power between the two. He waved the other sith off and made his way to the center of the circle where Tahlrada now stood. He paced around Tahlrada who just stared off into space, irritated with the whole thing.

"Who are you?" the old sith finally asked after he had made a few laps around Tahlrada.

"I am Tahlrada Sven," Tahlrada paused before continuing, "Son of Tahlrava Sven, one of your press gang leaders your highness."

"And I assume you know who I am?" Tahlrada replied with a curt nod, "Then why do you not look at me when you speak to me?"

"I don't know," Tahlrada paused, "because you are ugly." Tahlrada offered with a shrug. The comment even brought a smile to the sith lords face.

"Fearless in the face of certain death and fearless in the face of a man who could crumple your will," The sith lord's voice got really serious as he finished.

"That is a trait of a true leader," The sith began to pace around Tahlrada, "I have heard your name before Tahlrada, I believe it has something to do with your early graduation with the highest marks in a millennium if you pass your classes today."

"Yes my lord," Tahlrada refused to look down at this man. Even through all the bravery Tahlrada could feel fear creeping into his mind and taunting him.

"Yet you come to the aid of family in a crisis whether you know the circumstances or not," Tahlrada's nerves were on edge, "and what would you do if my apprentice removes your brothers head at the shoulders?"

"Oh I don't know my lord, throw a party." A curious look came across the Sith lords face as he pondered the statement.

"Throw one in honor of his life before he was killed?" Tahlrada shook his head in disagreement which drew an even more puzzled stare from the Sith lord, "then why?"

"More like a party to rejoice him not being here to harass us," another smile crept across the sith lords face as he turned to face Tahlrada's brother. His hand began to raise when Tahlrada spoke again, "But."

"But what?" the sith lord turned to look at Tahlrada.

"I would be honor bound to rip the killer into little pieces and feed him to a bantha to prove his is poodoo." The sith lords smile was no longer there and a glare of seriousness came across Tahlrada's face as he glared down at the Sith Lord. The air seemed to thicken as the two glared into each others eyes in what seemed to be a match between their souls.

"Well," The Sith lord kept his gaze with Tahlrada who was still glaring intently at the older man, "Then we best not cause trouble then, Darissi!" The girl from before slinked over to the sith lord with her head bowed in homage to the sith lord, "Your father wants you protected and it seems that if your current boyfriend cannot protect you from even my apprentice then you should be with a boy who has no fear of a fight."

"Before you go any farther my lord, I already have a girlfriend and am quite content with not being anywhere near this woman."

"Oh really?" the Sith lords eyes perked up, "you do know who her father is right?"

"Some high and mighty sith lord," Tahlrada paused.

"He is a Grand Moff and Sith Lord and would do any career you choose very well to be in good with."

"Sorry my lord," Tahlrada stopped him with an upraised hand, "but I don't like playing at politician, that's what you are good at, personally I like to just stay out of everyone's way and let them kill each other over nothing."

"You call coming to the aid of family staying out of the way?" The sith lord gave Tahlrada a queer look before continuing, "I will let you get to class but I will have my eye on you." The sith lord turned and waved to his apprentice and as he turned to leave he shot Tahlrada one more glance. It seemed Tahlrada had intrigued the one group of people he didn't want to intrigue.

As Tahlrada went to rejoin Tahlrano someone grabbed his shoulder and stopped him. Tahlrada turned just intime to see his older brothers fist and then a flash of light as the sudden strike stunned him.

"What gave you the right to step in?!?" Tahlraga's face was covered in a veil of rage. Tahlrada knew his brother would never take him in a one on one fight and win so the sucker punch didn't surprise Tahlrada in the least bit.

"Well you were standing there about to get hewn in two over some girl and you were just going to take it so I stepped in to avoid the inconvenience of our fathers wrath after your brutal murder." Tahlrada got up brushed himself off, smiled and rejoined Tahlrano.

“So are we really going through with it?” Tahlrano whispered in his ear. Tahlrada could see the concern on his younger brothers face.

“Yes,” Tahlrada said with a smile, “don’t worry it’s all set up and ready, this time tomorrow all three of us will be well out of this galaxy before our father can even raise his voice in dismay.”

School that day went as well as it could have after the morning altercation with the two sith. Tahlrada ran into the two dark figures a couple of times between classes as the roamed the halls. Tahlrada spent most of his day finishing up final exams and getting them scored. He saw his brother a few times in front of the dean’s office standing next to some poor sap who Tahlrano had a problem with. He seemed to be making the most of his last day in this slave driving academy.

“Here you go sir,” Tahlrada handed the finals proctor his final exam on Iridonian history and waited for him to score it.

“Highest marks again Tahlrada your father should be really proud. Your brother will be angered at the thought that you outdid every one of his records set at this academy in one less year than he did.”

“Thank you Proctor Tennel, it has been fun but I am glad I wont ever have to see this place again.”

“Really, big plans after the academy?”

“Yes sir, probably the Empire but I am taking the force sensitivity test at the recruiting station after I leave here.” The old proctor offered a smirk and a nod before he spoke.

"Oh really," A familiar voice piped up from the back of the room. Tahlrada turned to see the two sith at the back of the room. The big one was standing with a saberstaff laying across his forearm while the old sith lord was sitting on a desk with his lightsaber dangling from his belt, "That must be a coincidence because I was asked to be an assistant proctor for the exam today." An evil smile crept across the mans face as he stared at Tahlrada, "This is going to be fun after all."

Tahlrada made his way down to the gymnasium where they were to administrate the test. He could hear the ominous foot steps of the two sith just feet behind him. He knew this was not going to be fun but he had to get it over with. Tahlrada entered the gymnasium where one candidate was just then being put on a stretcher and carried out of the building.

"The exam seems to have gotten easier," The sith lord said from behind Tahlrada, "In my day if you failed, you died."

The coldness in the man's voice drove the point home and it was only then that Tahlrada realized that he was going to be slated against one of the two accomplished sith behind him. Tahlrada went over to the head proctor who had him sign some things on a holopad and then escorted him over to get the force sensing gear on. It took readings on how much of the force you were exerting.

Tahlrada dawned the gear and chose two lightsabers from the weapons table. One was a dual-phase lightsaber with two preset lengths that he could change during the fight. He clicked it over to the longer length which was a standard length lightsaber. He deposited the other hilt on his belt. It was a Shoto lightsaber for when he would need to dual wield. The other preset length on the lightsaber was a length between that of a standard lightsaber and a Shoto giving it more speed and maneuverability during a fight and easier to wield one handed than the standard length lightsaber.

Tahlrada entered the arena where all of the proctors were already awaiting him. Tahlrada knew it would be a random attack that he would have to sense from someone among the group. All of the proctors carried the same simple hilts of training sabers but each proctor had a different hilt. The head proctor carried with him a curved hilt lightsaber on his belt which made fighting him even more of a challenge if he was his opponent. The variable angles that the hilt allowed him always seemed to confuse Tahlrada and it was definitely one of his week point. The Assistant proctor to the Head Proctors right was carrying guard shoto lightsabers or as they were commonly referred to as lightsaber tonfa. They were a primarily defensive lightsaber but was highly maneuverable which made it a hassle to fight. The proctor to the left of the Head Proctor was the Sith lord from before. He was carrying a very rare lightsaber hilt. In his hand was a cross guard lightsaber. It had the standard emitter but also one that pointed at an angle right next to it but facing the opposite way. Its secondary blade was used to protect the hand but also was used to make the hilt a deadly weapon if used in a jab. Tahlrada's nerves were on edge as he looked at the other Proctors who all seemed to have standard hilts or Saberstaffs. One in particular was the Apprentice from before. He could see it in the mans eyes that he was the one Tahlrada was fighting and laying across his arms was a saberstaff.

Tahlrada gathered his nerves as best he could given the current situation.

Tahlrada waited for about an hour for his younger brother to be released from the Academy’s detaining cells for his blatant throttling of the dean of students.

“You couldn’t have kept it somewhat on the down low could you?” Tahlrano offered him a shrug before he jumped into the passenger seat of the speeder. The sped off from the academy with laughter on their lips and joy in their hearts. If all went well they would never return to that school.

Tahlrada entered his home as he returned home from his final day of class. Tahlrano slumped in behind him knowing the earful he would catch for his shenanigans at school. Tahlrada stopped as he came into the main room where his father was sitting at the family table. Tahlrada looked around and saw men in different points in the room. Tahlrada knew all the men that were in the room with his father. Tahlrada knew exactly what this was about and he had prepared to face this but only as a worst case scenario.

"So son," Tahlrada's Father said as he looked up from the datapad before him, "I may not pay that much attention but your brother pays too much attention to the goings on around here."

"Well isn't that heartwarming," Tahlrada shot back sarcastically, Tahlrada could feel his anger boiling up. “I thought I told you I was going down and enlisting.”

"Do not talk back to me son," Tahlrada's father.

"Don't call me that like you actually are a father to me," Tahlrada shot back at the lean looking Zabrak, "You have never been a father to me, all you ever did was spoil that bitch of a brother of ours and ignore us." Tahlrada motioned to himself and Tahlrano who was standing a few paces behind him.

"Whatever you may think about me, you know where this family stands on graduates," Tahlrada's father said as he maintained his cold demeanor, "You will accompany me and my friends to the Imperial Recruitment station and enlist in the Imperial military I am not going to let your crush on a human jeopardize your future."

Tahlrada’s heart fell into his stomach as a large man stepped aside to show the badly beaten and shackled Keera. Tahlrada looked at the big man who was smiling menacingly.

“Was it you,” Tahlrada pointed at the big man who offered a tell tale grin, “you have forfeit your life.” In the time the conversation had erupted Tahlrano had ran down the hallway and into their fathers study. He easily cracked the safe combination and retrieved a small metal cylinder from the depths of it. He came into the room a few seconds after Tahlrada’s threat and placed the cylinder in his hand from behind before he took off sprinting out the front door. Tahlrada looked down at his hand at the small metallic cylinder. Three of the men before Tahlrada ignited red light batons used in riot control and on unruly inmates by the authorities. The thing they didn’t realize was this was a lightsaber. Specifically it was his grandfather’s lightsaber that he had left to be handed down to whoever in the family showed force sensitivity. Tahlrada ignited the deep emerald blade and gave it a few spins.

“How dare you!” the entire room froze as they looked back at Tahlrava. He hated his father and lightsabers, yet he could never dispose of his last memories of his father. Tahlrada gave the saber a few more quick spins before he charged the big man with lightsaber in hand. Two of the men tried to attack him head on and it ended with them cut down on the floor. The entire room went silent again as a crooked grin spread across Tahlrada’s face. The last man with the light baton came in hard at Tahlrada’s back. He came at the Zabrak with a downward slash that stopped midway suddenly. The man’s face twisted into a grimace before he fell to the floor next to the other two assailants. Tahlrada was now squared up with the man that had laid his hands on Keera.

With a swift jab of the lightsaber the confrontation came to an end before the man could try to react to the attack. The stupid look of bravado and arrogance still on his face as his lifeless body fell to the floor. Tahlrada shot the other men a look that caused them all to freeze where they stood. One of the men actually vomited from the stare. Tahlrada cut the shackles on Keera’s ankles and wrists before making his way to the doorway to the room where Tahlrano had just sprinted by with a bag in each hand and one strung over his shoulder.

"You brought this on yourselves father," Tahlrada said as he slowly backed out of the room. He was stopped by a voice behind his father.

"You will regret doing this little brother,” Tahlraga stepped from the small crowd, “See father, I told you he would betray our family if we kept that dark haired bitch around."

Tahlrada went to charge his brother but Keera’s hands tightening on his arm stopped him dead in his tracks. He looked over his shoulder at Keera and she gave him a look before speaking, “We need to go Roddy, they have most likely called friends to detain us we need to go.” Tahlrada offered her a nod of agreement as they began slowly backing out towards the door. The group seemed to flow with them as they left they stayed just out of distance from an attack but enough for their overwhelming presence to be known. As Tahlrada got to the open door he offered a smile and exited slamming the door and barring it with a metal bar that his brother had set next to the door.

Tahlrada turned and began sprinting across the landing pad to his speeder. Tahlrano was already in the backseat awaiting the two. Tahlrada landed in the speeder as he deactivated his grandfather’s lightsaber. He looked back at the door to see his father looking out of the windows

“Hey we need to get moving bro,” The young Zabrak piped up.

“I know Tahlrano,” Tahlrada looked back over his shoulder where he saw his older brother come out of a window onto the landing, “let’s get out of here Tahlrano.” The speeder jumped into motion as his brother came up to the speeders bumper.
The speeder roared to life and jolted as they accelerated off of the landing pad and into traffic. Tahlrada knew his father’s men would be out in force to try and stop him but it wouldn’t work.

“Go!” Tahlrada’s father yelled at his men “scrapes and bruises only!” The men jumped on speeder bikes and speeders that they had parked out front.

“Tahlrava where do you think your son is going?” One man asked Tahlrada’s father.

“He is trying to escape the city and get off planet,” Tahlrava replied, “Get a hold of everyone and lock down the city. No one leaves.”

As the trio rounded a corner Tahlrada brought the speeder to a stop and aimed the speeder down the street towards the city limits. It was a one kilometer straight shot of deserted street the lead to the outskirts of the town. The two young Zabrak tossed nods to each other as they unloaded everything and Tahlrada flipped the accelerator to the speeder and sent it careening down the street at top speed. Both boys sat back in the alleyway and watched as the entirety of his father’s press gang blew by. Tahlrada nodded to his younger brother and Keera as they made their way farther into the alley. The two Zabrak and the human girl came to an abandoned building where a small transport shuttle was waiting. There was a small crew of three standing around with blaster pistols drawn as the group entered the building.

“Its about time you swamp rats showed,” A tall female human said with a smile, “I was wondering if you would ever show.”

“We need to get going ma’am,” Tahlrano said as he dropped the bag his brother had packed for him into the transport, “What are we waiting for.”

“For the rest of my pay,” the woman said with a clever smile.

“What do you mean ‘the rest’; I already paid you in full!” Tahlrano’s anger and frustration could be heard in his voice.

“Tahlrano, what’s wrong?” Tahlrada said as he entered the small shuttle and deposited his and Keera’s bag on the floor.

“She said she is waiting for the rest of her pay.”

“I didn’t sign up for this attention so my fee has gone up since you didn’t let me know I was going to have to hide from Imperial press gangs that would be pursuing you.” Tahlrada sighed and knew he wasn’t going to get anywhere with arguing with the mouthy human.

“Here,” Tahlrada produced all the credits he had left and handed them to her, “Is that enough for the added trouble?” The woman counted it and nodded.

“This will have to do.” She shot Tahlrada a suspicious look that was met by Tahl’s brick wall of a glare.

The three men that had been standing guard clambered into the small shuttle. They worked fervently to batten down the hatches before taking their seats in front of the trio. Shortly after that the shuttle lifted off the ground and the left the planet of Iridonia it docked with the smugglers ship and offloaded its cargo.

“Welcome to the Sovereign,” The woman paused as she showed off the ship to the group, “He may be hard on the eyes but if you show him love he will get you wherever you want to go.”

The trio’s voyage was mainly filled with chores and the random drinking contest between the men that manned the Sovereign. Along with the everyday stuff Tahlrada and Keera’s relationship had cultivated to more extra-curricular activities. Their love for each other was evident among the crew and none of the crew of the Sovereign approached the attractive human out of respect for her Zabrak lover. Time flew fast for the group as the ship made its way to Sepros.

Present day

As they entered the system Tahlrano pulled his older brother aside.

“Hey bro, I got to tell you something,” Tahlrano seemed nervous to his older brother and it took him some time to get to the point.

“Well spit it out bro,” Tahlrada looked at his brother with concern.

“The captain offered me a permanent part of the crew with a cut and everything,” Tahlrano smiled at his older brother.

“Okay.” Tahlrada replied with surprise smeared all over his face. He had a feeling in his gut that told him that this wasn’t his little brother asking him.

“And I took the offer.” Tahlrada went to argue but saw the look in his brother’s eyes and conceded defeat and didn’t argue with his brother. Instead he just chuckled and looked deep into his brother’s eyes.

“Is this what you really want bro?”

“It is for now,” Tahlrano said with a smile, “Don’t worry about me you are trying to join that dark jedi group, at least I will be safe on this ship.” The tears that welled up in Tahlrano’s eyes betrayed his true feelings. Tahlrada felt a knot in his stomach as he smiled and looked his brother in the eyes.

“I will always love you bro, don’t get into too much trouble out here,” Tahlrada could feel the tears welling up in his eyes.

“And you keep your head down big bro, give whoever hell,” tears began to roll down his little brothers face as Tahlrada pulled him in for a big hug. A few minutes later a call came over the comm system for Tahlrada and Keera to come to the shuttle.

Tahlrano accompanied the couple to the planet surface where they came into the Sepros Spaceport, after they were finally cleared to offload two passengers instead of three. Tahlrada got up and grabbed his bag before turning to his brother to give him one more hug. Neither Zabrak said a word as they pulled away from each other and looked into one another eyes. It was an unspoken promise to stay safe between the two brothers.

Tahlrada exited the shuttle and walked up to the customs officer and put his bags on the floor next to him. Keera followed suit and placed her bags next to Tahlrada's bag. Tahlrada presented the man with his papers and a smile. The man looked over Tahlrada’s paperwork and looked at his screen after he scanned it. He smiled back to Tahlrada and waved him through. The process was repeated for Keera whom Tahlrada had attained forged documents from the smuggler captain. At the next desk two customs officers went through their luggage and electronically signed his papers with a seal of Sepros. Tahlrada then continued on to the Spaceport bar where the couple sat down at the bar and enjoyed a quick drink.

“So how do you like your freedom Keera?” Tahlrada smiled at the black haired woman.

“Loving it,” She offered a smile and a kiss. Her gaze was caught by something behind Tahlrada which caused him to spin quickly with his grandfather’s lightsaber in hand. Tahlrada had fashion a custom holster for it to fit under his armpit and out of site under his heavy coat. The emerald blade erupted from the worn hilt and was met by another emerald blade held by a dark blue skinned nautolan.
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{{Quote|I listen very well, that’s why I am smarter than you, and why I will beat you|Tahlrada}}

'''Tahlrada''' is a tan skinned Zabrak from Iridonia. He was born into a family of very proud Zabrak. Many of the family were well known sith or highly ranked imperial officers. Tahl is a tall and muscled Zabrak with some very unusual physical characteristics. Tahlrada has vibrant green eyes that were very uncommon among his family. On top of his eyes Tahlrada is one of very few Zabrak that have facial hair and eyebrows. He prefers to wear a goatee and never messes with his eyebrows even after his parents pride urged him to keep both shaved off and unnoticeable. Tahlrada couldn’t have cared what the other kids said about him. He had a full beard before he turned 16 and started to groom it to look decent at around his current age. He was the only student to graduate from his academy wearing facial hair in more than six hundred years. His blood was as pure as everyone in his family but he was just an anomaly. Tahlrada’s tattoos were subtle and eloquent and stretched the length of his entire body. His eyes were the most heavily tattooed spot on his body. Even his father was proud of how intense Tahl’s green eyes glared out from the black backdrops of his face and furrowed eyebrows. His glare sent most people running when they approached him to make jests at his facial hair so Tahlrada never saw much physical confrontation throughout his academy years. Tahlrada is also ambidextrous which is rare for a pureblood Zabrak. His facial tattoos were a thick black and mostly comprised of thin vibrant lines that ran the course of his entire body only to avoid the armpits and groin area.

== Character History ==

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|species=Nautolan
|gender=Male
|hair=blue tentacles with black tattoos
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|skin=Blue
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{{Quote|If you stand with me I will be your greatest ally, if you stand against me I will lay your remains across the rocks at my feet|Coop Ter'An}}

'''Coop Ter'An''' is a blue skinned nautolan from Glee Anselm. He was born into a clan that had a reputation for a large population of blue skinned nautolans. Coop is a tall muscled nautolan. One of his sensory tentacles has a split tip. His eyes are a deep black, and he has no hair.

== Character History ==
Coop grew up in a small village just south of the Pieralos, the capital city of the Nautolan race and the planetary capital. His small town upbringing kept him from worrying or concerning about the greater galaxy. Coop rarely saw humans out by his little village but when he did they were usually fishing and had the common decency to drop a pulser into the water that the nautolans sensory tentacles can pick up about fifty yards from their boat to warn of a hook or net in the water. Coop had two brothers and three sisters. He was one of the few blue skinned nautolans in his clan and the only one in his family’s history.

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=== Bad happenings ===
'''28 ABY'''
Coop’s childhood was spent swimming around in the deep underwater caverns created by the vast oceans and swamp meeting. He often went swimming in these caverns with his brothers. That was the reason he was out on this fateful morning.
“Let’s GO COOP!!!” Coog was standing at the door as Coop tied his headband on his head and slipped on his shorts.
“Slow down guys I’m coming,” Coop came sprinting out of the door past his dad who just smile to his wife who looked back at him.
“They get it from your side of the family.” Coops father gave a mocking look at his wife before looking back at the three boys diving into the lagoon.

Coop was the faster of the three brothers at swimming but he was not the stronger of the three. His twin Coog was the strongest swimmer by far. Unfortunately for Coop the ocean outside their lagoon was very active today. The three brothers entered the underwater jet stream and shot off towards their village mainstay where the bulk of the village lived and where all the children played. The village was surrounded by a vast network of reefs and small islands and the fast moving current worked perfectly for getting them to town.

Coop struggled most of the way to town because the current was abnormally strong that day so when they arrived in town Coop took several minutes to recuperate before he ran after his two brothers. They were talking with some men in cloaks who were standing next to the village elder. Coop found this curious because Caas hated humans and both cloaked figures had the faces of humans. As Coop arrived the two boys waived him on. Coop looked from his brothers to the two people they were talking to. A face shone in the sunlight from beneath the cloak. It made Coops heart skip a beat. He had never seen any women of any race so visually attractive. Coop shook it off as his brothers yelled for him to follow.

Coop met up with them as they met up with some friends and began their usual day of races and feats of amazing swimming. Coop went undefeated in the races but he was always second or third in stuff like log pulls or other events that didn’t give him a chance to use his uncanny speed. Coop soon got tired of watching the events he didn’t like participating in and took a nap. Coop woke up to a sudden shake by the village elder who was huddled over him with a few others from the clan Coop sat up and looked around and saw destruction. There were blaster bolt burns and two dead nautolan children that Coop was good friends with.
“Did you see who did this?” The elder pulled Coops attention back to the old nautolan.
“N..no, no sir,” Coop was still curious as to what was going on, “I got tired of watching people do stuff so I crawled in that log and took a nap.”
The elder let out a sigh, “We need to let the Authorities know raiders kidnapped our children and killed two.” Coop looked over the elders shoulder and laying on the ground was a young female Nautolan, her mother crying and screaming as the girls father was trying to contain her and his own emotions.

Six months later the authorities had not found a thing and it was chocked up to slavers getting lucky. Coop was infuriated at the thought of that so he began physically training himself and learning on the fly how to defend himself. He became known for being the only youngling able to take down a grown man in a full on fight. Coop continued to expand his knowledge so one day he could rescue his family and friends and bring them home. Every person that lived in Coops village knew why he trained so hard and felt sorry for him but felt more sorry for the people who picked fights with him.

=== Drunken Disaster ===
'''31 ABY'''
Coop sat there after a prosperous fishing trip cleaning his catches with his brothers knife. Suddenly off in the distance Coop hear a Commotion. He could hear two voices arguing about something. Coop stood from his stool in the family shop and made his way out the doors where a human of no impressive stature was screaming at Coops father. The man was flanked by three other humans who all seemed to be as drunk as the next man. Coop gave his knives a quick look over to make sure they were sharp. Suddenly a bottle appeared flying in at his father. Coop didn’t get a chance to scream out as the bottle collided with the side of the older nautolans head. Coop was already in a dead sprint as the men descended upon Coop’s father. As Coop came within a few paces of his father and his assailants Coop left his feet in a charging leap. Without a second thought to why, Coop brought his feet up to his chest and as he came up to the biggest man he pumped them out hard and smashed against the mans head sending him sprawling out on the soft dirt.

Coop landed on his feet above his father with his knife out. He began pumping his fist outward and turning his body to force the men to retreat in the fear of getting cut. Coops father was conscious but barely as he stumbled to his feet and Coop helped him make his way into the Hut. They men shot insults and remarks at Coops father as the made their way to the door. Coop stopped once he let his father get to the door. He turned around and picked up a hatchet the family used in wood chopping. These men would learn their lesson if Coop had to teach them.

As Coop came down the hill none of the drunk men wanted to fight him after they had seen what he did to their big friend. The min still have never come near the Ter’an Lagoon.

=== One fateful Afternoon ===

'''32 ABY'''
Coop eyes opened and he took a deep breath as he looked around him at his bed room. Something caught his attention on his dresser. It was a package with his name on it. Coop scrambled across the room and picked up the package that began to glow slightly as he picked it up. Coop was mesmerized by the box and he had yet to remove it from the package. As coop walked back to his bed he could hear someone walking down the hall towards his room. Coop’s heart jumped into his throat as he looked around for somewhere to hide the box but it was too late as Coop’s father burst through the door with two men following behind him.

“Son,” Coop’s dad bellowed at his son, “You need to give that thing to me.”

“No,” Coop’s father stopped and looked at his son like he had just been slapped, “why should I?”

The two men standing behind Coop’s father stepped between Coop and his father. Both of them were wearing weird clothing and had lightsabers hanging off their belts.

“Young man that Holocron is from a sith who was seen in these parts and threatened your daddy so just give it to…” Coop’s glare stopped the jedi’s baby talk in its track.

“I am sorry master Jedi but I believe this package has MY name on it.” The two Jedi looked at each other. The younger of the two Jedi walked Coop’s dad out of the room as the older of the two Jedi who had yet to speak knelt before Coop.

“Then what do you say you open it so we can get a better look at it.” The Jedi’s voice was soothing and relaxing and Coop found a genuine smile come across his face as he nodded to the older man.

Coop tore the packaging apart to reveal a fist sized cube with no markings on any part of it. The old man looked at it with a curious look. Coops heart jumped into his throat as all he could think of was this man was powerful and interested in something that had to do with him. The man reached out and lifted the box and closed his eyes. Suddenly an image of a war coming to an end and a temple came to show from the top of the box.

“Oh wow,” The Jedi pronounced with a smile on his face, “It is a very rare type of holocron that shows one memories through meditation.” The other Jedi entered and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
“The man that brought this was probably someone who had heard about what happened and wanted to make your son feel better, all though rare to find they are relatively cheap when you find them.” The two Jedi bid Coop farewell and left their home. Coop’s father didn’t even return to bring up Coop’s outburst earlier. Coop set the block on his desk across the room and began performing his daily chores.
Later on that night Coop sat down with the instructions that the older Jedi had written down while the young Jedi was talking with Coops father.

Coop sat with his legs cross with the Cube in his hand before him. He made sure his door was barred from any “unwanted” intrusion. Coop slowly shut his eyes and tried to concentrate on a memory of his brothers. Coop slowly opened his eyes to see them in the holo before him. Coops eyes began to water as his lower lip quivered as he attempted to hold back the tears over his two lost brothers. Suddenly a black cloud began to swirl in the image and a man appeared in a black cloak. Coop jumped to his feet and back away from the box expecting it to shut off but it did not shut off.

“Mister Ter’An, I am a representative of a group of likeminded individuals that I believe you should meet with. If you are interested in finding your brothers then meet at the coordinates on the map. Do not tell anyone where you are going.”

Coop stood up and looked around to make sure there were no prying eyes. His heart was racing at the thought of finding his brothers and Coop made his way over to his bag and packed a couple changes of clothing along with the metal box.

Coop clamored out of his window and landed on the soft earth with a thud. He spun up to his feet and looked around before bolting for the tree line. Coop kept moving through the trees before he came to a stop at a tree and looked around. He reached down and pulled a cover off of a water filled tunnel and with a smile he grabbed the cable attached to the lid and dove head first into the hole. The rope soon went rigid and the lid snapped back shut tight. Coop pulled the line tight and tied it tight so that it would require a substantial amount of force to remove the lid from the surface. Coop smiled at his handy work and began down the tunnel that he and his brother had used to hide from their father.

A few moments passed as the Nautolan dove into the hole before the two Jedi appeared in the small clearing. The two men exchanged worried looks at the recent turn of events.

“Master, do you not think we are putting the child in too much danger by allowing him to use that sith holocron for us to track down this sith?”

“I have second guessed myself since we left that home without the holocron my young padawan.”
The two jedi approached the covering that had snapped shut and attempted to move it. It didn’t budge even a little for either of the grown men.
“Well master,” the padawan offered a smile, “at least he can tie a heck of a knot.”
“I am astounded he knew we were following him.”
“Master I don’t think he knew we were following him, I think it was a wild guess that he got right.”
The two shrugged at each other and the padawan put his hand on the cover and felt out for the high tension of the rope and its potential energy that was resonating from it. Suddenly a snap was heard under the cover and water could be seen seeping out around the seams. The two Jedi removed the cover and looked at each other while they produced their rebreather units. With a nod the two Jedi entered the massive tunnel system one a t a time. The cover easily slid across the grass and back on top of the entrance. The padawan gave his master a nod letting him know he had replaced the cover before they moved on.

Coop could sense the two jedi in the water. Their horrible attempt to swim could be detected throughout the small underwater eco system. Coop’s movements were eloquent and never wasted excess energy. He was taught since childhood how to swim like a fish. Coop was quick and deliberate like a blue shark in the murky green swamp. He soon reached the location he was looking for. As he neared the surface Coop slowed his swim and he came up under some foliage to disguise him. There was a single ship. Four people were standing around it in dark robes looking menacingly in four different directions. They seemed to be waiting for something and Coop knew the Jedi would catch up with him soon he had to leave the safety of the water.

Coop waded slowly up to the bank as to not draw attention to the foliage that he was using as camouflage. He couldn’t hear them saying anything because they were all standing there silent as the night. Coop slowly ducked back under the water and looked back through the murky swamp. He could make out the two Jedi swimming his direction he had to act fast. He didn’t want them to interfere with Coop finding his brothers. Coop pulled himself out of the water and to his surprise the four men were only a few paces removed from where Coop was now standing.

“Do you have the holocron?” one of the cloaked figures asked in a harsh tone.
“Yes sir,” Coop felt sheepish under the gaze of these four figures.
“Respect,” A female voice came from one of the smaller cloaked figures, “It’s a rarity among people these days.”
“Enough chatter,” an older more experienced voice piped up, “let me see it.”
Coop reached in his pocket and presented the cloaked figure with the holocron they all stood around it looking deeply into the images on it with vast intrigue. Suddenly all four looked at him in unison. The one with the women’s voice raised her hand and Coop suddenly lifted into the air above them and then she gently lowered him behind the group. The two Jedi had just emerged from the water with lightsabers in hand.

“Master Jedi, we were just leaving, sorry to disappoint you,” The older voiced man motioned for the group to fall back to the ship and Coop was swept along with them onto the small shuttle. His last glimpse of his home world was of two Jedi standing next to a swamp soaked in its contents with looks of sadness on their faces.

=== Faithful Clash ===

Coop looked around him as his haze of intoxication finally wore off. Coop looked around at the windowless room. 'Where am I?' Coop thought to himself as he rubbed his eyes and took account of all of his equipment. Once Coop took a full account of himself and his surroundings he realized the only thing he was missing was a very large sum of credits.

Coop scratched his face as he knelt down to assess the extent of the damage on the Twi'Lek's body. Coop could tell this man was viciously assaulted with a lightsaber and the deep burn in his upper right arm coincided with damage created by a standard issue military sniper rifle system. Coop was surprised the Twi'Lek wasn't missing that arm entirely.

Coop investigated the Twi'Lek's pockets and discovered a substantial amount of credits on him. 'Hmm, this will almost double the losses for the night,' Coop thought to himself as he counted it. Coop remembered seeing this armor around. 'I know this armor,' Coop dug through his memories before it came back to him. Coop felt dumb for not recognizing the armor at first.

“A merc,” Coop said aloud as he rose and made his way to the door where the distant sound of speeders humming through the atmosphere could be heard. As Coop reached down he realized the door did not have any form of handle or access pad. Coop could feel his annoyance and rage begin to boil.

Coop thought maybe the pad was hidden for some form of sleekness. Coop reached out with the force to see if he could detect anything in the walls or on the other side of the wall. Coop fell a sudden wall in the force around him. 'What in the...' Coop thought to himself. He had never been stopped so abruptly and suddenly.

“Well door,” Coop said with a smile, “you have elected to open by the way of pain.”

With a flip of his wrist coop produced his emerald lightsaber and gave it a violent spin before he plunged it hilt deep into the metal door with a wry smirk. Coop was surprised to find that the door was not that thick and that it cut easily. Coop had a medium sized doorway cut out before he stepped back and deactivated his emerald blade with a whiz and a light pop from the release of the arc. Coop gave the mercenary one last glance over his shoulder before he made his way through the door.

Coop exited the doorway where he found five men who were brandishing lightsabers and in the attire of a Jedi. Coop's wry smirk returned as he reached out with the force to assess the power of the men standing before him. Coop recognized one of the men as a Nautolan from his childhood. 'Small galaxy,' Coop thought to himself as he reignited the saber and stood before the men with it pointed down and away with his feet shoulder width apart. Coop couldn't feel much control of the force or emotion from any of the men so they couldn't be more than padawan learners or newly appointed Jedi knights.

“So,” Coop paused and looked around, “You may want to go get someone who knows what they are doing.”

“Look again sith,” one of the men piped up and said, “there are four of us and one of you.”

“Yeah,” Coop bowed his head as he shook it and pinched the bridge of his nose, “now go get someone who knows what they are doing with a lightsaber it will be a fair fight.”

“Your arrogance will be your und…” Before the man talking could finish his sentence Coop cleared the expanse between the men and plunged his lightsaber deep into the man’s throat. He quickly bounded back and away from his four comrades who seemed stunned at the sudden attack by the outnumbered sith.

Coop knew which one was going to attack him first just by reading the anger and the force that emanated off him. Coop's constant training of his precognitive abilities was finally paying off. Coop deflected the novice downward slash with a slight flick of the wrist bringing his lightsaber from his right to his left in front of him. After batting the man’s attack aside Coop stepped to his right and spun back to his left bringing his lightsaber across the man’s shoulders. The man's face was still a look of bewilderment as his head rolled across the floor to a stop at the Nautolan Jedi's Feet.

“Quick, if you don't scurry back to your master,” Coop's smirk reemerged as he waded towards them over the body of their fallen comrades, “You may end up like your friend here, lacking in the head department, and I hear they are an important appendage to keep attached.”

The three remaining men tossed glances back and forth before they all nodded. The one to Coop's far right charged in for a stab that a blind Wookie could have seen a mile off. Coop stepped to his left and spun to his right with his lightsaber following through his spin with haste. The lightsabers collided in a blinding flash which allowed Coop to quickly step into the charging man with his lightsaber at the point. The man that charged in at Coop didn't even realized that there was a lightsaber buried hilt deep in his chest, until he fell slain at Coop's feet.

“Next.” Coop’s evil smile spread wide across his face as he waded towards the remaining Jedi. Coop’s smile intensified when he felt their concentration and control over the force begin to waver. Coop changed his tactics and charged the two. As he charged Coop hit the Nautolan Jedi in the chest with a force push that sent the man flying into the wall behind him. Coop could sense the remaining Jedi's swing and easily dodged to his left. The man's swing flew wildly past Coop which caused him to stumble past him. Coop came in fast behind the man, grappling him to the ground and then plunging his emerald blade through the Jedi’s throat with a defining gurgle as padawan’s life force faded from existence.

The Jedi's passing was not quick nor was it painless as he lay on the ground gasping in agony as his life faded from existence. Coop squared off with the final combatant. The Nautolan was named Glik Ter'An. He was one of Coop's classmates from childhood. Coop was not impressed with Glik’s ability. His rudimentary knowledge of banlanth was a joke. The Nautolan didn't even have a strong connection with the force. This fight wouldn't even provide Coop with a smidgen of entertainment, let alone a test of skill.

Coop spun to his left with his saber out wide, smacking Glik’s lightsaber out wide to his left. Coop just spun his saber in circles as he waited for Glik to attack. Glik stood there looking from his fallen comrades to his old classmate who stood there shrouded in black standing over their corpses. Glik’s grip tightened on his lightsaber as he delved deep within himself for the coming fight.

Coop began to pace back and forth with his lightsaber in one hand and his other hand on his chin as he inspected his handy work on Glik’s fellow jedi.
“So,” Glik flinched as Coop broke the silence, “You have three options,” Coop paused to wait for Glik to tear his gaze from his dead friends, “Glik isn't it?” Glik nodded without looking away from the bodies, “option one is you can flee as fast as you can, you may survive,” Coop paused as Glik looked up at him, “depends if I feel like chasing you across this planet, the second option is you attack like these three idiots and I kill you,” Glik's eyes locked on to Coop's lightsaber, “or you could give in to your grief and hate and join the winning team.” Coop changed his stance with his hands out wide with a big smile across his face. Coop was goading Glik into attacking him and any Jedi worth his weight in credits would never fall for this little trick. Glik apparently was not worth his weight in credits.

Glik's look of fear changed to a smirk and a thin resolve. Coop knew Glik had taken the bait as the nautolan charged in at Coop with a downward slash. Coop smiled as he burst into motion. He stepped to his left as he swiped Glik's attacked to the side. This movement put Coop's emerald saber behind the light cyan blade of Glik, and with a light pull from Coop's left to his right Glik fell to his knees as his head bounced across the floor. Glik’s face still holding onto the look of confusion and amazement, as Coop deactivated his lightsaber and made his way to a data screen. He opened the user logs and began searched the names and dates before he came upon something that bothered him immensely. Coop read the info out loud to ensure he was reading it right.

“Log 382, Jedi Knight Coog Ter'An, Capture of Lord Macron Goura Sadow's Apprentice.” Coop felt like he had just been hit by a runaway speeder. There had to be a mistake. His brothers were supposed to be dead or sold into slavery. Not Jedi knights attacking him and trying to imprison him.

Coop took several moments before he gathered his thoughts of his brother and the feeling of elation that welled up inside him and the feelings of rage at the Clan leaders.

As Coop exited the corridor he walked out on to a shuttle landing pad. There was one definitive problem as Coop looked around with irritation. There was no shuttle to steal and this shot Coop’s plan to pieces as he stood there looking around. Coop knew he couldn't pull a shuttle down while it moved at top speed, so he would have to improvise. The problem was Coop couldn't concentrate on the task at hand. His thoughts on his brother being a Jedi were too much to concentrate through.

Coop finally decided to sit and meditate to see if he could calm his nerves. Suddenly the steady hum of a shuttle's approach broke his concentration. Coop knew that this was not a shuttle he wanted to have to confront but the fight was inevitable. Coop rose and brandished his emerald lightsaber as he paced back and forth bringing back all the memories of hatred, of anger, and emotion he could use to win this fight.

The shuttle came to a hovering halt as the bay door lowered and a single form descended to the landing pad. The man turned and brandished his blue lightsaber and took a combat stance. Coop still could not see the man's face but he knew it was Coog. As the shuttle ascended to a safe distance Coop's adversary was revealed. The green skinned Nautolan that stood across from him was his older brother Coog Ter'An. Coop's emotions went from a raging storm to a solid concentrated pin point. He would either turn his brother to the dark side of the force or he would destroy him.

“Well ain't this an unpleasant surprise,” Coop announced to his brother, “two brothers pitted against one another in a live or die scenario, man this is really going to suck to have to put you down.”

“Coop, it's not too late to change your wa...” Coop's upraised hand silenced his brother.
“No need to even try, I am quite happy where I am Coog,” Coop could not hold his smile in any longer, “See I enjoy destroying things and not being looked down on for it.”
“Coop, if you will not listen to me then listen to our older brother,” Coog relaxed his stance as he looked for some sort of sign of Coop's reaction. Coop’s body was tense as his whole body looked like it was flexing in preparation for the conflict.
“So where is our older brother Coog?” Coop asked as he began to pace back and forth slowly, “and by the way, what’s with the dead mercenary back there?”
“He tried to defend you when we took you into custody.”
“Really,” Coop said with a chuckle, “I have no idea who that merc was but he looks like you guys had a hard time with him.”
“Yes, he fought like one possessed, he kept saying that we would regret the day we tried to cross the dark brotherhood.”

“So where is Caas?” Coop asked as he slowly felt his irritation boiling over.
“He will be here momentarily,” Coog replied with a smirk, “patience little brother.”
“See patience is not,” Coop's voice began to grow a threatening tone as his emotions fine tuned into a solid rage, “one of my strong suits!” Coop crouched suddenly and pounced, clearing the distance between the two nautolans almost instantaneously. Coop lead with a downward swing that his brother easily blocked. Coop turned to his right, putting his back to his brother and spun his emerald blade out wide with his left hand as he ducked down dodging his brother's horizontal slash from Coop's left to his right as he spun around to attack him again. Coop brought his blade up in a diagonal slash that Coog dodged by ducking to his left. Coop could sense his brother's next move as he brought his saber in a full circle to block his brother's horizontal slash. With a push Coop disengaged the two lightsabers which fed into his brother's momentum as he spun around to try the other side. Coop's emerald blade was waiting for him as it collided with Coog's sapphire blue lightsaber. The ensuing sparks from the collision caused Coog to retreat quickly out of range of his brother so that he could re-attain his full visual spectrum. Coop didn't waste any time as he erupted with a burst of speed towards his brother and aimed a dual-handed downward slash at his disoriented brother. Coop's emerald blade was stopped just shy of his older brother's head by a lavender blade. Coop looked to his right where a cloaked figure stood holding the lightsabers intricate hilt.
“That is no way to treat your twin brother Coop,” The man's voice soothingly slipped from beneath the cloak and like tendrils bored their way into his subconscious mind. Coop shook it off as he realized who the man was. Coop spun to his right bringing his lightsaber across the throat of the cloaked man. The man was fast but not fast enough to keep from having the fastener to his hood removed. The cloak lay clumsily over the man's face as he stared at Coop from beneath the folds of the hood.

“You show some skill with a lightsaber little brother.”
“And you show none Caas,” as Coop called his oldest brothers name the cloaked figure tossed his shroud to the ground behind him.
“I bet you want some answers,” Coop stopped Caas with an upraised hand.
“How many Jedi do I have to humiliate and kill for you to get the clue, I like where I am at,” Coop reached his hand out and could feel the tendrils of energy course down his arm as he wrenched Coog's lightsaber from his hand, “Oh, and I was wondering, is that your weakness or something, I think I have shut up two of you today with just my upraised palm, are you that weak willed that you would just shut up, is my palm that scary?!?” Coop was using this diversionary tactic as not only a way to gain a little time now that he had caught the attention of some onlookers with speeders, but also a way to build up his rage just in case he had to actually stand and fight both of his brothers. Coop's waste of time paid off as a lone speeder came within his jumping distance. Coop didn't squander the chance.

Coop burst into a sprint towards the craft. With a flick of his wrist Coop threw a crate toward the incapacitated Coog and leaped the expanse, landing on the civilian craft. Coop lifted the lone driver and plunged his lightsaber through his chest, wounding him mortally and then threw him at his older brother who would have to give up the pursuit to save the man's life.

As Coop sped off towards the safe house Caas helped Coog up to his feet.
“Juliet one, we need emergency personnel at holding area Zulu, one civilian with a lightsaber wound to the chest,” Caas turned to the four dead bodies, “also inform the council that we have four funeral rights to perform, Master Caas out.”

“Master Caas,” Coog approached his older brother, “I am sorry I was not strong enough, he has been lead to far off the path to be brought back to the light.”
“It’s sad,” Master Caas replied, “it was our fault for keeping him in the dark about us leaving.”

Coop's mind was racing as he arrived at the safe house and gave them his entrance codes. His brothers were both alive and both Jedi. How did they get to where they were and why did they not contact him or his family. Coop could only think of one reason.

It all came together as he sat down in the interrogation room. His family and clan all knew they had left and that telling him would only make him want to leave and join them. What good that did for them to keep this secret. He had just left anyway. Coop was infuriated at the notion that his entire clan had deceived him. They would meet their reckoning day, Coop would ensure that. Coop looked up at the man before him. A human female with brown hair and blue eyes sat across from him.

“So,” The woman looked into a file before her, “my name is.”
“Teu Pepoi, Rollmaster of Clan Naga Sadow, I know of you,” Coop stared evenly into the womans blue eyes.
“Well, Protector Ter'An you have some explaining to do as to why you disappeared for a week,” Teu stopped for a second and produced Coog's lightsaber that Coop had taken from his brother, “and why you have the weapon of a Jedi on your person.”
“Yes ma'am I do,” Coop took a deep breath as he explained the incident that took place and all the details of what happened.

=== Homecoming ===

Coop exited the barracks with his duffel bag over one shoulder and his lightsaber hanging from his hip next to his brothers lightsaber. Coop had done a lot of soul searching and after consulting the dark council he would exile himself to his home world of Glee Anselm. Where he would send any force sensitive Nautolans he could find in the direction of the Dark Jedi Brotherhood.

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|birth=[[10 ABY to 19 ABY|16 ABY]]
|death= ???
|species=Nautolan
|gender=Male
|hair=blue tentacles with black tattoos
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|skin=Blue
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* [[Macron Sadow]]
|enemies= [[Fremoc Pepoi]]
[[Taigikori Aybara]]
|form=*Banlanth
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* [[Broken Gate]]
* [[Carinor]]
|position=none held
|era= [[Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era]]
|affiliation= *Clan [[Naga Sadow]]
*[[Tridens]] Of [[Tarentum]]
*Kraken of [[Tarentum]]
*[[Kaerner]] of [[Tarentum]]
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{{Quote|If you stand with me I will be your greatest ally, if you stand against me I will lay your remains across the rocks at my feet|Coop Ter'An}}

'''Coop Ter'An''' is a blue skinned nautolan from Glee Anselm. He was born into a clan that had a reputation for a large population of blue skinned nautolans. Coop is a tall muscled nautolan. One of his sensory tentacles has a split tip. His eyes are a deep black, and he has no hair.

== Character History ==
Coop Ter'An grew up in a small village just south of the Pieralos. The capital city of the Nautolan race. He grew up in a small village not worrying about many cares of life. Coop had rarely ever seen a human and most of them where friendly fishers. Coop had two brothers and three sisters. He was the only blue Nautolan in his family and the tribe they lived with.

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=== Bad happenings ===
'''28 ABY'''
Coop's childhood was spent swimming around in the deep underwater caverns with his two brothers. One day when he was young his two older brothers left him behind at the village. He was busy talking to some human so they decided to leave without him. Coop didn't realize they had left until they where already in the water and out of sight. Coop knew the region well so he went into the water. After about an hour of searching for his two brother he found a small dagger just floating in the water. Coop moved in and instantly recognized it as his oldest brothers hunting dagger. He looked around to see if they where trying to sneak up on him. Something just didn't feel right about it. He moved to the surface where he saw a ship move up and off the water. Coop hurried back home to find no one had even noticed the boy's disappearance. He talked to his parents, who petitioned their chieftain to send out a search party. The Chieftain denied the families pleas. Coop could feel the rage building in his chest as he picked up a nearby warrior's axe and let it fly at the chieftain. He never saw his brothers since that day. His family has presumed them dead.

=== Drunken Disaster ===
'''31 ABY'''
Coop was cleaning a fish with his brothers knife when he heard the commotion coming from outside. Coop exited the hut to see his fathers human friend beating him to a bloody pulp. Coop ran at the two and barreled into his father's assailant. Coop spun up with his brother's knife in a reverse grip ready for the drunken mans attack. The man didn't let Coop down. He came forward with a tree branch in one hand and a bottle of Whiskey in the other. Coop didn't even think twice. He brought the blade of the knife across the mans throat and watched him bleed out at his feet. The local law enforcement arrested him on murder charges but the charges where completely dropped after a holocron containing the video of the fight surfaced in the evidence. When Coop got home he barricaded himself in his room and stayed there for two weeks before emerging with his pack on his back and his brothers dagger on his waist. He never said a thing to his parents. He just left.

=== One fateful Afternoon ===
'''32 ABY'''
Coop received a holocron with some directions on it. He followed them to the site where a small shuttle was waiting there for him. He paused once to look back over his shoulder before climbing aboard.

=== Faithful Clash ===
Coop looked around him as his haze of intoxication finally wore off. Coop Looked around at the windowless room. 'Where am I?' Coop thought to himself as he rubbed his eyes and took account of all of his equipment. Once Coop took a full account of himself and his surroundings he realized the only thing he was missing was a very large sum of credits.

Coop scratched his face as he knelt down to assess the extent of the damage on the Twi'Lek's body. Coop could tell this man was viciously assaulted with a lightsaber and the deep burn in his upper right arm coincided with damage created by a standard issue military sniper rifle system. Coop was surprised the Twi'Lek wasn't missing that arm entirely.

Coop investigated the Twi'Lek's pockets and discovered a substantial amount of credits on him. 'Hmm, this will almost double the losses for the night,' Coop thought to himself as he counted it. Coop remembered seeing this armor around. 'I know this armor,' Coop dug through his memories before it came back to him. Coop felt dumb for not recognizing the armor at first.

“A merc,” Coop said aloud as he rose and made his way to the door where the distant sound of speeders humming through the atmosphere could be heard. As Coop reached down he realized the door did not have any form of handle or access pad. Coop could feel his annoyance and rage begin to boil.

Coop thought maybe the pad was hidden for some form of sleekness. Coop reached out with the force to see if he could detect anything in the walls or on the other side of the wall. Coop fell a sudden wall in the force around him. 'What in the...' Coop thought to himself. He had never been stopped so abruptly and suddenly.

“Well door,” Coop said with a smile, “you have elected to open by the way of pain.”

With a flip of his wrist coop produced his emerald lightsaber and gave it a violent spin before he plunged it hilt deep into the metal door with a wry smirk. Coop was surprised to find that the door was not that think and that it cut easily. Coop had a medium sized doorway cut out before he stepped back and deactivated his emerald blade with a whiz and a light pop from the release of the arc. Coop gave the mercenary one last glance over his shoulder before he made his way through the door.

Coop exited the doorway only to find four men with brandishing lightsabers and in the attire of a jedi. Coop's wry smirk returned as he reached out with the force to assess the power of the four men standing before him. Coop recognized one of the men as a Nautolan from his childhood. 'Small galaxy,' Coop thought to himself as he reignited the saber and took a standard banlanth stance before the men. Coop couldn't feel much control of the force or emotion from any of the men so they couldn't be more than padawan learners or newly appointed Jedi knights.

Coop knew which one was going to attack him first just by reading the force that emanated off him. Coop's constant training of his precognitive abilities was finally paying off. Coop deflected the novice downward slash with a slight flick of the wrist bringing his lightsaber from his right to his left in front of him. After bating the mans attack aside Coop stepped to his right and spun back to his left bringing his lightsaber across the mans shoulders. The man's face was still a look of bewilderment as his head rolled across the floor to a stop at the Nautolan Jedi's Feet.

“Quick, if you don't scurry back to your master,” Coop's smirk reemerged, “You may end up like your friend here, lacking in the head department, and I hear they are an important appendage to keep attached.”

The three remaining men tossed glances back and forth before they all nodded. The one to Coop's far right charged in for a stab that a blind Wookie could have seen a mile off. With one movement Coop smacked the mans charge to the right with a downward slash from across his body. With a quick turn of his wrist, the man that charged in at Coop, didn't even realized the Sith's lightsaber was buried hilt deep in his chest until he fell slain at Coop's feet.

“Next.”

Coop smiled as the last two showed signs of a wavering confidence. Coop changed his tactics and charged the two. As he charged Coop hit the Nautolan Jedi in the chest with a force push that sent the man flying into the wall behind him. Coop could sense the remaining Jedi's swing and easily dodged to his left. The man's swing flew wildly past Coop which caused him to stumble past the Sith. Coop came in fast behind the man, grappling him to the ground and stabbing him in the throat.

The Jedi's passing was not quick nor was it painless as he laid on the ground gasping in agony as his life faded from existence. Coop squared off with the final combatant. The Nautolan was named Glik Ter'An. He was one of Coop's classmates from childhood. Coop was not impressed with the Nautolan's ability. His rudimentary knowledge of banlanth was a joke. The Nautolan didn't even have a strong connection with the force. This fight wouldn't even provide Coop with a smidgen of entertainment, let alone a test of skill.

Coop spun to his left with his saber out wide, smacking the Nautolan's lightsaber out wide to his left. Coop just spun his saber in circles as he waited for Glik to attack. Glik stood there looking from his fallen comrades to his old classmate who stood there shrouded in black standing over their corpses.

“So,” Glik flinched as Coop broke the silence, “You have three options,” Coop paused to wait for Glik to tear his gaze from his dead friends, “Glik isn't it?” Glik nodded with out looking away from the bodies, “option one is you can flee as fast as you can, you may survive,” Coop paused as Glik looked up at him, “depends if I feel like chasing you across this planet, the second option is you attack like these three idiots and I kill you,” Glik's eyes locked on to Coop's lightsaber, “or you could give in to your grief and hate and join the winning team.” Coop changed his stance with his hands out wide. Coop was goading Glik into attacking him. Any Jedi worth his weight in gold would never fall for this little trick. Glik was not worth his weight in gold.

Glik's stare changed to a smirk. He charged in at Coop with a downward slash. Coop smiled as he burst into motion. He stepped to left as he swiped Glik's attacked to the side. This movement put Coop's emerald saber behind the lavender blade of Glik, and with a light pull from Coop's left to his right Glik fell to his knees as his head bounced across the floor. His face still holding onto the look of puzzlement as Coop deactivated his lightsaber and made his way to a screen. He opened the user logs and searched the names and dates before he came upon something that bothered him immensely. Coop read the info out loud to ensure he was reading it right.

“Log 382, Jedi Knight Coog Ter'An, Capture of Lord Macron Goura Sadow's Apprentice.” Coop felt like he had just been hit by the Grand Master's strongest force push. One of Coop's missing brothers was a Jedi.

Coop took several moments before he gathered his thoughts of his brother and the feeling of elation that welled up inside him.

As Coop exited the corridor he was in, he walked out on to a shuttle landing pad. There was one definitive problem as he look around with irritation. There was no shuttle to steal. Coop's plan was shot to pieces as he stood there looking around. Coop knew he couldn't pull a shuttle down while it moved at top speed, so he would have to improvise. The problem was Coop couldn't concentrate on the task at hand. His thoughts on his brother being a Jedi were to much to concentrate through.

Coop finally decided to sit and meditate to see if he could calm his nerves. Suddenly the steady hum of a shuttle's approach broke his concentration. Coop knew that this was not a shuttle he wanted to have to confront but the fight was inevitable. Coop rose and brandished his emerald lightsaber as he paced back and forth bringing back all the memories of hatred, of anger, and emotion he could use to win this fight.

The shuttle came to a hovering halt as the bay door lowered and a single form descended to the landing pad. The man turned and brandished his blue lightsaber and took a combat stance. Coop still could not see the man's face but he knew it was Coog. As the shuttle ascended to a safe distance Coop's adversary was revealed. The blue skinned Nautolan that stood across from him was his older brother Coog Ter'An. Coop's emotions became resolute. He would either turn his brother to the dark side of the force or he would destroy him.

“Well ain't this an unpleasant surprise,” Coop announced to his brother, “two brothers pitted against one another in a live or die scenario, man this is really going to suck to have to put you down.”

“Coop, it's not too late to change your wa...” Coop's upraised hand silenced his brother.
“No need to even try, I am quite happy where I am Coog,” Coop could not hold his smile in any longer, “See I enjoy destroying things and not being looked down on for it.”
“Coop, if you will not listen to me then listen to our older brother,” Coog relaxed his stance as he looked for some sort of sign of Coop's reaction. Coop just smirked and stood there.
“So where is our older brother Coog?” Coop asked as he began to pace back and forth slowly, “by the way, whats with the dead merc back there?”
“He tried to defend you when we took you into custody.”
“Really,” Coop said with a chuckle, “I have no idea who that merc was but he looks like you guys had a hard time with him.”
“Yes, he fault like one possessed, he kept saying that we would regret the day we tried to cross the dark brotherhood.”

“So where is Caas?” Coop asked as he slowly felt his irritation boiling over.
“He will be here momentarily,” Coog replied with a smirk, “patience little brother.”
“See patience is not,” Coop's voice began to grow a threatening tone as his emotions fine tuned into a solid rage, “one of my strong suits!” Coop cleared the distance between the two nautolans almost instantaneously. Coop lead with a downward swing that his brother easily blocked. Coop turned to his right, putting his back to his brother and spun his emerald blade out wide with his left hand as he ducked down dodging his brother's horizontal slash from Coop's left to his right as he spun around to attack him again. Coop brought his blade up in a diagonal slash that Coog dodged by ducking to his left. Coop could sense his brother's next move as he brought his saber in a full circle to block his brother's horizontal slash. With a push Coop disengaged the two lightsabers which fed into his brother's momentum as he spun around to try the other side. Coop's emerald blade was waiting for him as it collided with Coog's sapphire blue lightsaber. The ensuing sparks from the collision caused Coog to retreat quickly out of range of his brother so that he could reattain his full visual spectrum. Coop didn't waste any time as he erupted with a burst of speed towards his brother and aimed a dual-handed downward slash at his disoriented brother. Coop's emerald blade was stopped just shy of his older brother's head by a lavender blade. Coop looked to his right where a cloaked figure stood holding the lightsabers intricate hilt.
“That is no way to treat your twin brother Coop,” The man's voice soothingly slipped from beneath the cloak and like tendrils bored their way into his subconscious mind. Coop shook it off as he realized who the man was. Coop spun to his right bringing his lightsaber across the throat of the cloaked man. The man was fast but not fast enough to have the fastener to his hood removed. The cloak laid clumsily over the man's face.

“You show some skill with a lightsaber little brother.”
“And you show none Caas,” as Coop called his oldest brothers name the cloaked figure tossed his shroud to the ground behind him.
“I bet you want some answers,” Coop stopped Caas with an upraised hand.
“How many Jedi do I have to humiliate and kill for you to get the clue, I like where I am at,” Coop reached his hand out and could feal the tendrils of energy course down his arm as he wrenched Coog's lightsaber from his hand, “Oh, and I was wondering, is that your weakness or something, I think I have shut up two of you today with just my upraised palm, are you that weak willed that you would just shut up, is my palm that scary?!?” Coop was using this diversionary tactic as not only a way to gain a little time now that he had caught the attention of some onlookers with speeders, but also a way to build up his rage just in case he had to actually stand and fight both of his brothers. Coop's waste of time paid off as a lone speeder came within his jumping distance. Coop didn't squander the chance.

Coop burst into motion towards the craft. With a flick of his wrist Coop threw a crate toward the incapacitated Coog and leaped the expanse, landing on the civilian craft. Coop lifted the lone driver and plunged his lightsaber through his chest, wounding him mortally and then threw him at his older brother who would have to give up the pursuit to save the man's life.

As Coop sped off towards the safe house Caas helped Coog up to his feet.
“Juliet one, we need emergency personnel at holding area Zulu, one civilian with a lightsaber wound to the chest,” Caas turned to the three dead bodies, “also inform the council that we have four funeral rights to perform, Master Caas out.”

“Master Caas,” Coog approached his older brother, “I am sorry I was not strong enough, he has been lead to far off the path to be brought back to the light.”
“Its sad,” Master Caas replied, “it was our fault for keeping him in the dark about us leaving.”

Coop's mind was racing as he arrived at the safe house and gave them his entrance codes. His brothers were both alive and both Jedi. How did they get to where they were and why did they not contact him or his family. Coop could only think of one reason.

It all came together as he sat down in the interrogation room. His family and clan all knew they had left and that telling him would only make him want to leave and join them. What good that did for them to keep this secret. He had just left anyway. Coop was infuriated at the notion that his entire clan had deceived him. They would meet their reckoning day, Coop would ensure that. Coop looked up at the man before him. A human female with brown hair and blue eyes sat across from him.

“So,” The woman looked into a file before her, “my name is.”
“Teu Pepoi, Rollmaster of Clan Naga Sadow, I know of you,” Coop stared evenly into the womans blue eyes.
“Well, Protector Ter'An you have some explaining to do as to why you disappeared for a week,” Teu stopped for a second and produced Coog's lightsaber that Coop had taken from his brother, “and why you have the weapon of a Jedi on your person.”
“Yes ma'am I do,” Coop took a deep breath as he explained the incident that took place and all the details of what happened.

=== Hunting Asajj ===

Coop entered the briefing room where Prelate L’eonheart stood. Coop sat before the Prelate, whom seemed to be deep in thought as he looked over Coops briefing. Prelate L’eonheart ran his hand through his long brown braids before addressing Coop.

“Do you know who Asajj Ventress is?” Prelate L’eonheart inquired.
“I recognize the name from the clone war records but I can not recall the specifics sir.” Coop began searching his mind for any info associated with his name.

“I also remember something about one of her followers,” Coop continued on the Prelates nod, “He was called Savage Opress, during his assault on the temple of Eedit he killed two jedi, a master Halsey and his apprentice Knox. He ended up being the long lost brother of Darth Maul and a considerable pain in Ventress’ plans in the end, but I don’t know much beyond that she trained him and trained with him.”

“You are correct but you lack all the details, after a fight between her master Dooku and a pair of jedi she was mortally wounded and thought to be dead.” Mirado paused as he sat down, “She was loaded on a medical ship called Bright Flight, which just showed up on Pieralos. Your records indicate you grew up just south of there. Is that True?”

“Yes sir.” Coops thought began to race. His home world was not a place where outsiders would find it easy. Coop knew his contacts would have good intel on his targets location.

“We need you to engage Assajj Ventress in Pieralos and find out her motives,” Mirado looked at the datapad with concern, “and if she is not acting in our best interests you are to engage and detain her or terminate her only if necessary, remember she is a master in the Niman style.”

“Yes sir,” Coop rose and began to leave.
“Guardian,” Coop paused and looked over his shoulder at the Prelate, “Be very cautious Assajj is a very,” Mirado paused, “unique adversary, remember your training and you should be fine.”
“Yes sir,” Coop exited the briefing room and made his way to the shuttle bay where he boarded the Naga Sadow shuttle. After a few hours Coop stepped off the shuttle onto Glee Anselm.

The Pieralos shuttle Port was unusually busy that afternoon as Coop made his way to the Customs officer.

“Do ya have any off world plants or livestock?”
“Do I look like I am dragging a banth along where ever I go.”
The customs officer looked up from his screen and recognized the dark jedi brotherhood battle garments. He clicked a few buttons before continuing.
“Do ya have any weapons on you?”
Coop pulled his robe to the side revealing his and his twin brothers lightsaber.
“That would be a no.” The Nautolan pressed a few more buttons before he spoke again, “you are cleared to move everywhere on Glee Anselm, welcome home Coop.”

Coop smiled and nodded as he moved past the customs officer. Coop entered the atrium of the Shuttle port and looked around for any of his contacts. Coop saw one he could count on so he slowly made his way over until he came up to the Kiosk and began to browse. The white skinned nautolan did not look up from what he was doing as he began to talk.

“So ‘you’ are back in town,” the man shot Coop a gaze over his datapad, “must be some big game in town.”
“Don’t play games with me,” Coops stated as he put down a datapad, “have you seen a Dathomiri woman? I am not sure if she was alone or with another but she would be bald or she could have any length of brown hair.”
The white skinned nautolan looked across the atrium at two cloaked figures standing at another kiosk.

“There is a nightsister and possibly a nightbrother with her but she is definitely dathomiri.”
Coop fished in his pocket for a few credits and laid them on the counter of the kiosk and nodded at the contact before he made his way to the two cloaked figures. Coop stayed out of direct contact before he could get a visual on the shorter of the two whom he presumed to be his target. One of the cloaked figures stood at approximately coops size and the other being significantly shorter at approximately a foot shorter around five foot.

The shorter of the two looked up at the taller one and said something. Suddenly both of the cloaked figures looked Coop dead in the eyes. He suddenly realized that he was looking the target in the eyes. The taller figure was Assajj but the shorter one looked like a younger more youthful version of Assajj. Assajj had let her hair grow out in a deep auburn brown. Coop was struck by her sheer beauty but he did not waiver in this stare off.

“Ma’am, could I possibly speak with you in private,” Assajj’s smirk cut like a blade as she nodded.
“It seems the powers at play would have words with me.” Assajj moved towards a nearby alleyway. As they entered the alley she moved to a defensive spot near a door she positioned the young woman behind her.
“So who may I ask is irritating me?” Assajj’s rage and irritation was evident in her tone.
“I am Guardian Coop Ter’An of the Dark Jedi Brotherhood,” Coop paused as he produced a datapad, “My leadership would like to talk with you.”

“You mean they want to know her motives and if they benefit your group?”
Coop paused as he looked at the young woman who had poked her head out from under Assajj’s elbow. Then it hit Coop. This was her daughter.
“How old is she?” Coop directed the question at Assajj.
“I do not believe that is any of your business,” Assajj snapped back as her hands went to her hips where her lightsabers rested. Coop could feel her irritation welling up.
“I am fifteen mister,” the girl squeaked as Assajj shot her a look.
“Fifteen, eh?” Coop smiled as he crouched down to look up at the teenage girl, “You must be a natural with a light…”
“Mister Ter’An I will ask you not to continue that statement,” the look that Assajj shot at Coop was more of a threat than a caution, “My daughter is not and will never be versed in such things.” The tone of Assajj’s voice warned Coop not to continue but Coop didn’t take threats or warnings very well.
“Is that your choice young one?”
“Mister Ter’An I will not ask you again.”
“Assajj Ventress I don’t think you want to attack a local on this planet.” Coop threatened. Assajj’s glare could have melted ice. “You were once the peak of Niman but you are no longer a piece on the board with any weight behind it. You are not an allied or enemy Queen, just a rogue pawn whom needs to decide where her allegiances lay.

“If you must know I am teaching my daughter the ways of your people,” She paused as a smile spread across her face, “And you should not threaten someone who has powerful and influential friends.”
Coop could hear [HER] the men as they entered the alley. The smile on Coops face was almost one of joy as he removed the fastener just below his neck. The dark green cloak fell to the floor as Coop produced his neon green lightsaber in his left hand. With a smirk to Assajj and a flick of his wrist coop spun around to meet the two men who were both wielding red lightsabers. Coop produced his other lightsaber that he had taken from his older twin brother. Coop flipped his wrist and produced the sapphire blade of his brothers saber in his right hand. Coop smiled as the two rogue sith looked at each other.

“Well boys shall we tango?” Coop waded into the two sith with one saber held high and the other at hip level as he spun. The Sith easily defended the simple attack. Coop had privately been training with a few masters of Niman so he had a rudimentary knowledge of the fighting style. Coop held his own against the two sith soldiers. Coops parried one high and the other low and struck out when he could but he was at a disadvantage with the two sabers. His fighting was clumsy but effective for defense. Coop force jumped [JMP] back and away from the sith and deactivated his brothers sapphire lightsaber before he replaced it on his hip and fell into his more comfortable banlanth form.

“This is way more fun,” Coops smile could have been seen from orbit, “I like these odds, two on one seems fair enough.”
“Don’t get too over confident Jedi scum,” one of the sith soldiers bellowed before he made a sprinting charge in at Coop.
“Wait,” Coops upraised hand stopped the sith short, “you think I am a Jedi?”
“You carry two weapons of the Jedi.”
“No I just don’t like the color red,” Coops statement caused both sith to look at each other, “I am a guardian in the Dark Jedi Brotherhood you idiots.”
“Well which house are you with?”
“Well that is none of your dang business.”
“Then you are lying!” The other sith exclaimed.
“I don’t have time to argue semantics with either of you idiots.” Coop waded back into the fray with the two sith. The sith on his left was a zabrak and the one on the right looked human. Coop brought an arcing slash across his chest from his right to his left knocking the zabraks downward slash into the ground. Coop then spun to his left and brought his saber in an upward slash between himself and the human sith. The move brought his saber in behind the humans head level slash. Coop ducked under the blow and redirected the saber as he turned his hips to the left. The Zabrak turned right into his partners attack. As the human realized what had happened Coop close in on his undefended back and plunged the green lightsaber through his back and out his chest. Coop deactivated his lightsaber and turned to Assajj.

“Now that is over with may we continue with our inane posturing or will you talk with my leadership.”
“I would not be as easy as them to take down. You have a solid ability with banlanth form which you combine with your creativity making watching your simple fighting fun. But you lack the pure ability to take me down.” Coop’s smirk never left his face as he spun his lightsaber, “Yet you don’t stand down from the challenge. I don’t know if that is arrogance or confidence, but you clearly do not fear me.”
“So will you speak with my leadership?” Coop asked again.
“I have one condition.” Assajj took a less violent stance.
“Sure why not.”
“You do not mention to your masters who she is.” The love in Assajj Ventress’ eyes was unexpected and caught Coop off guard. He had read all the mission data on her and how she was cruel and violent, yet in front of him he saw a loving mother, not the assassin turned sith lord.”
“If she is seen they will know you two are almost clones.”
“Where will we be going for this meeting?”
“I will have to contact my leadership in a moment.”
“Then if you don’t mind I would like to take my daughter shopping she needs some new cloths.”
“That is fine I will be close by, I will contact you when they are ready for you ma’am.”

Coop kept tight surveillance on Assajj as he contacted his superiors.
“Master L’eonheart I have made contact with the target.”
“I copy Guardian Ter’An was she any trouble?”
“No sir, she actually never drew her lightsaber, she did agree to meet with you can you get that set up?”
“Yes I just arrived at Pieralos Space Port. I will have our men stationed here set up a secure location for us to meet. I will send you the coordinates.”
“Yes sir I will reestablish contact with Ventress and we will make our way to the coordinates.”

Coop made his way to Assajj through the crowd.
“Ma’am, I made contact with my superiors, one of them is on world and is securing a location to meet.”
“I sense him when he set foot on the planet.”
“It should only take a short time to secure a meeting location,” as Coop spoke his datapad on his wrist lit up with the coordinates, “Assajj it is time to meet them. Do you want to leave your daughter somewhere?”
“No, she might as well come,” Assajj turned to Coop, “ I want your word that you will not let anything happen to her if this goes bad.”
“Why would you want me to do that?”
“Because you don’t seem that big of a fool to anger me or the people I am affiliated with.”
“I don’t think this meeting will go that bad,” Coop paused and looked at the teenager, “Why don’t you commit her to training she seems like she would do very well.”
“I have given it some serious thought,” Assajj paused and looked at her daughter, “And I never was able to convince myself, she is my princess.”
“Well if you ever do, the Brotherhood has some great trainers.” Coop paused as he looked at his datapad.
The three set out from the space port and met up with the Prelates security detail who escorted them to the facility.
As Assajj entered the meeting room Coop took up a position in the corner with Assajj’s daughter. Coop leaned down and whispered into Assajj’s daughters ear.
“Not a word.” Coop stood back up and nodded to Prelate L’eonheart as he entered the room. The Prelate made his way to the seat across from the table from Assajj. He sat and began flipping through the file on the datapad infront of him.

“So you were supposed to be dead.” Mirado looked up from his datapad into the pale blue eyes of Assajj, “How have you stayed off the radar up until now?”
“Smart movement, and elimination of problems with quick decisive action.” Assajj’s answers were quick and to the point. Coop didn’t know if Mirado was impressed or irritated. After three hours of questioning the big one came up.
“So who is the young lady traveling with you?” Assajj looked into Mirado’s eyes and took a deep breath.
“She is my daughter.”
Silence fell in the room. Looks were shot in the direction of the girl and Coop placed his right hand on the young girl’s shoulder. As the initial shock wore off and Mirado continued Coop leaned in and whispered something into the girl’s ear who then whispered something back into his.

“What is your name young one?” Coop had asked.
“My name is Talia, Talia Ventruss.”

== DJB Facts ==
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== Trivia ==

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User:Coop Ter-An

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Coop Ter-An:

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|image=[[File:Coop1.jpg|250px]]
|firstname=Coop Ter'An
|homeworld=[[starwars:Glee Anselm|Glee Anselm]]
|birth=[[10 ABY to 19 ABY|16 ABY]]
|death= ???
|species=Nautolan
|gender=Male
|hair=blue tentacles with black tattoos
|eyes=Black
|skin=Blue
|height=6ft
|weight=180lbs
|masters=* [[Balia Donos]]
* [[Macron Sadow]]
|enemies= [[Fremoc Pepoi]]
[[Taigikori Aybara]]
|form=*Banlanth
|saber= one green, armory saber, one blue, stole from brother|
|fightingstyle= * [[Dulon]]
* [[Broken Gate]]
* [[Carinor]]
|position=none held
|era= [[Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era]]
|affiliation= *Clan [[Naga Sadow]]
*[[Tridens]] Of [[Tarentum]]
*Kraken of [[Tarentum]]
*[[Kaerner]] of [[Tarentum]]
|dossier=[[dossier:11209|11209]]
}}

{{Quote|If you stand with me I will be your greatest ally, if you stand against me I will lay your remains across the rocks at my feet|Coop Ter'An}}

'''Coop Ter'An''' is a blue skinned nautolan from Glee Anselm. He was born into a clan that had a reputation for a large population of blue skinned nautolans. Coop is a tall muscled nautolan. One of his sensory tentacles has a split tip. His eyes are a deep black, and he has no hair.

== Character History ==
Coop Ter'An grew up in a small village just south of the Pieralos. The capital city of the Nautolan race. He grew up in a small village not worrying about many cares of life. Coop had rarely ever seen a human and most of them where friendly fishers. Coop had two brothers and three sisters. He was the only blue Nautolan in his family and the tribe they lived with.

[[File:Coop Ter'An.jpg|thumb|229px|left]]

=== Bad happenings ===
'''28 ABY'''
Coop's childhood was spent swimming around in the deep underwater caverns with his two brothers. One day when he was young his two older brothers left him behind at the village. He was busy talking to some human so they decided to leave without him. Coop didn't realize they had left until they where already in the water and out of sight. Coop knew the region well so he went into the water. After about an hour of searching for his two brother he found a small dagger just floating in the water. Coop moved in and instantly recognized it as his oldest brothers hunting dagger. He looked around to see if they where trying to sneak up on him. Something just didn't feel right about it. He moved to the surface where he saw a ship move up and off the water. Coop hurried back home to find no one had even noticed the boy's disappearance. He talked to his parents, who petitioned their chieftain to send out a search party. The Chieftain denied the families pleas. Coop could feel the rage building in his chest as he picked up a nearby warrior's axe and let it fly at the chieftain. He never saw his brothers since that day. His family has presumed them dead.

=== Drunken Disaster ===
'''31 ABY'''
Coop was cleaning a fish with his brothers knife when he heard the commotion coming from outside. Coop exited the hut to see his fathers human friend beating him to a bloody pulp. Coop ran at the two and barreled into his father's assailant. Coop spun up with his brother's knife in a reverse grip ready for the drunken mans attack. The man didn't let Coop down. He came forward with a tree branch in one hand and a bottle of Whiskey in the other. Coop didn't even think twice. He brought the blade of the knife across the mans throat and watched him bleed out at his feet. The local law enforcement arrested him on murder charges but the charges where completely dropped after a holocron containing the video of the fight surfaced in the evidence. When Coop got home he barricaded himself in his room and stayed there for two weeks before emerging with his pack on his back and his brothers dagger on his waist. He never said a thing to his parents. He just left.

=== One fateful Afternoon ===
'''32 ABY'''
Coop received a holocron with some directions on it. He followed them to the site where a small shuttle was waiting there for him. He paused once to look back over his shoulder before climbing aboard.

=== Faithful Clash ===
Coop looked around him as his haze of intoxication finally wore off. Coop Looked around at the windowless room. 'Where am I?' Coop thought to himself as he rubbed his eyes and took account of all of his equipment. Once Coop took a full account of himself and his surroundings he realized the only thing he was missing was a very large sum of credits.

Coop scratched his face as he knelt down to assess the extent of the damage on the Twi'Lek's body. Coop could tell this man was viciously assaulted with a lightsaber and the deep burn in his upper right arm coincided with damage created by a standard issue military sniper rifle system. Coop was surprised the Twi'Lek wasn't missing that arm entirely.

Coop investigated the Twi'Lek's pockets and discovered a substantial amount of credits on him. 'Hmm, this will almost double the losses for the night,' Coop thought to himself as he counted it. Coop remembered seeing this armor around. 'I know this armor,' Coop dug through his memories before it came back to him. Coop felt dumb for not recognizing the armor at first.

“A merc,” Coop said aloud as he rose and made his way to the door where the distant sound of speeders humming through the atmosphere could be heard. As Coop reached down he realized the door did not have any form of handle or access pad. Coop could feel his annoyance and rage begin to boil.

Coop thought maybe the pad was hidden for some form of sleekness. Coop reached out with the force to see if he could detect anything in the walls or on the other side of the wall. Coop fell a sudden wall in the force around him. 'What in the...' Coop thought to himself. He had never been stopped so abruptly and suddenly.

“Well door,” Coop said with a smile, “you have elected to open by the way of pain.”

With a flip of his wrist coop produced his emerald lightsaber and gave it a violent spin before he plunged it hilt deep into the metal door with a wry smirk. Coop was surprised to find that the door was not that think and that it cut easily. Coop had a medium sized doorway cut out before he stepped back and deactivated his emerald blade with a whiz and a light pop from the release of the arc. Coop gave the mercenary one last glance over his shoulder before he made his way through the door.

Coop exited the doorway only to find four men with brandishing lightsabers and in the attire of a jedi. Coop's wry smirk returned as he reached out with the force to assess the power of the four men standing before him. Coop recognized one of the men as a Nautolan from his childhood. 'Small galaxy,' Coop thought to himself as he reignited the saber and took a standard banlanth stance before the men. Coop couldn't feel much control of the force or emotion from any of the men so they couldn't be more than padawan learners or newly appointed Jedi knights.

Coop knew which one was going to attack him first just by reading the force that emanated off him. Coop's constant training of his precognitive abilities was finally paying off. Coop deflected the novice downward slash with a slight flick of the wrist bringing his lightsaber from his right to his left in front of him. After bating the mans attack aside Coop stepped to his right and spun back to his left bringing his lightsaber across the mans shoulders. The man's face was still a look of bewilderment as his head rolled across the floor to a stop at the Nautolan Jedi's Feet.

“Quick, if you don't scurry back to your master,” Coop's smirk reemerged, “You may end up like your friend here, lacking in the head department, and I hear they are an important appendage to keep attached.”

The three remaining men tossed glances back and forth before they all nodded. The one to Coop's far right charged in for a stab that a blind Wookie could have seen a mile off. With one movement Coop smacked the mans charge to the right with a downward slash from across his body. With a quick turn of his wrist, the man that charged in at Coop, didn't even realized the Sith's lightsaber was buried hilt deep in his chest until he fell slain at Coop's feet.

“Next.”

Coop smiled as the last two showed signs of a wavering confidence. Coop changed his tactics and charged the two. As he charged Coop hit the Nautolan Jedi in the chest with a force push that sent the man flying into the wall behind him. Coop could sense the remaining Jedi's swing and easily dodged to his left. The man's swing flew wildly past Coop which caused him to stumble past the Sith. Coop came in fast behind the man, grappling him to the ground and stabbing him in the throat.

The Jedi's passing was not quick nor was it painless as he laid on the ground gasping in agony as his life faded from existence. Coop squared off with the final combatant. The Nautolan was named Glik Ter'An. He was one of Coop's classmates from childhood. Coop was not impressed with the Nautolan's ability. His rudimentary knowledge of banlanth was a joke. The Nautolan didn't even have a strong connection with the force. This fight wouldn't even provide Coop with a smidgen of entertainment, let alone a test of skill.

Coop spun to his left with his saber out wide, smacking the Nautolan's lightsaber out wide to his left. Coop just spun his saber in circles as he waited for Glik to attack. Glik stood there looking from his fallen comrades to his old classmate who stood there shrouded in black standing over their corpses.

“So,” Glik flinched as Coop broke the silence, “You have three options,” Coop paused to wait for Glik to tear his gaze from his dead friends, “Glik isn't it?” Glik nodded with out looking away from the bodies, “option one is you can flee as fast as you can, you may survive,” Coop paused as Glik looked up at him, “depends if I feel like chasing you across this planet, the second option is you attack like these three idiots and I kill you,” Glik's eyes locked on to Coop's lightsaber, “or you could give in to your grief and hate and join the winning team.” Coop changed his stance with his hands out wide. Coop was goading Glik into attacking him. Any Jedi worth his weight in gold would never fall for this little trick. Glik was not worth his weight in gold.

Glik's stare changed to a smirk. He charged in at Coop with a downward slash. Coop smiled as he burst into motion. He stepped to left as he swiped Glik's attacked to the side. This movement put Coop's emerald saber behind the lavender blade of Glik, and with a light pull from Coop's left to his right Glik fell to his knees as his head bounced across the floor. His face still holding onto the look of puzzlement as Coop deactivated his lightsaber and made his way to a screen. He opened the user logs and searched the names and dates before he came upon something that bothered him immensely. Coop read the info out loud to ensure he was reading it right.

“Log 382, Jedi Knight Coog Ter'An, Capture of Lord Macron Goura Sadow's Apprentice.” Coop felt like he had just been hit by the Grand Master's strongest force push. One of Coop's missing brothers was a Jedi.

Coop took several moments before he gathered his thoughts of his brother and the feeling of elation that welled up inside him.

As Coop exited the corridor he was in, he walked out on to a shuttle landing pad. There was one definitive problem as he look around with irritation. There was no shuttle to steal. Coop's plan was shot to pieces as he stood there looking around. Coop knew he couldn't pull a shuttle down while it moved at top speed, so he would have to improvise. The problem was Coop couldn't concentrate on the task at hand. His thoughts on his brother being a Jedi were to much to concentrate through.

Coop finally decided to sit and meditate to see if he could calm his nerves. Suddenly the steady hum of a shuttle's approach broke his concentration. Coop knew that this was not a shuttle he wanted to have to confront but the fight was inevitable. Coop rose and brandished his emerald lightsaber as he paced back and forth bringing back all the memories of hatred, of anger, and emotion he could use to win this fight.

The shuttle came to a hovering halt as the bay door lowered and a single form descended to the landing pad. The man turned and brandished his blue lightsaber and took a combat stance. Coop still could not see the man's face but he knew it was Coog. As the shuttle ascended to a safe distance Coop's adversary was revealed. The blue skinned Nautolan that stood across from him was his older brother Coog Ter'An. Coop's emotions became resolute. He would either turn his brother to the dark side of the force or he would destroy him.

“Well ain't this an unpleasant surprise,” Coop announced to his brother, “two brothers pitted against one another in a live or die scenario, man this is really going to suck to have to put you down.”

“Coop, it's not too late to change your wa...” Coop's upraised hand silenced his brother.
“No need to even try, I am quite happy where I am Coog,” Coop could not hold his smile in any longer, “See I enjoy destroying things and not being looked down on for it.”
“Coop, if you will not listen to me then listen to our older brother,” Coog relaxed his stance as he looked for some sort of sign of Coop's reaction. Coop just smirked and stood there.
“So where is our older brother Coog?” Coop asked as he began to pace back and forth slowly, “by the way, whats with the dead merc back there?”
“He tried to defend you when we took you into custody.”
“Really,” Coop said with a chuckle, “I have no idea who that merc was but he looks like you guys had a hard time with him.”
“Yes, he fault like one possessed, he kept saying that we would regret the day we tried to cross the dark brotherhood.”

“So where is Caas?” Coop asked as he slowly felt his irritation boiling over.
“He will be here momentarily,” Coog replied with a smirk, “patience little brother.”
“See patience is not,” Coop's voice began to grow a threatening tone as his emotions fine tuned into a solid rage, “one of my strong suits!” Coop cleared the distance between the two nautolans almost instantaneously. Coop lead with a downward swing that his brother easily blocked. Coop turned to his right, putting his back to his brother and spun his emerald blade out wide with his left hand as he ducked down dodging his brother's horizontal slash from Coop's left to his right as he spun around to attack him again. Coop brought his blade up in a diagonal slash that Coog dodged by ducking to his left. Coop could sense his brother's next move as he brought his saber in a full circle to block his brother's horizontal slash. With a push Coop disengaged the two lightsabers which fed into his brother's momentum as he spun around to try the other side. Coop's emerald blade was waiting for him as it collided with Coog's sapphire blue lightsaber. The ensuing sparks from the collision caused Coog to retreat quickly out of range of his brother so that he could reattain his full visual spectrum. Coop didn't waste any time as he erupted with a burst of speed towards his brother and aimed a dual-handed downward slash at his disoriented brother. Coop's emerald blade was stopped just shy of his older brother's head by a lavender blade. Coop looked to his right where a cloaked figure stood holding the lightsabers intricate hilt.
“That is no way to treat your twin brother Coop,” The man's voice soothingly slipped from beneath the cloak and like tendrils bored their way into his subconscious mind. Coop shook it off as he realized who the man was. Coop spun to his right bringing his lightsaber across the throat of the cloaked man. The man was fast but not fast enough to have the fastener to his hood removed. The cloak laid clumsily over the man's face.

“You show some skill with a lightsaber little brother.”
“And you show none Caas,” as Coop called his oldest brothers name the cloaked figure tossed his shroud to the ground behind him.
“I bet you want some answers,” Coop stopped Caas with an upraised hand.
“How many Jedi do I have to humiliate and kill for you to get the clue, I like where I am at,” Coop reached his hand out and could feal the tendrils of energy course down his arm as he wrenched Coog's lightsaber from his hand, “Oh, and I was wondering, is that your weakness or something, I think I have shut up two of you today with just my upraised palm, are you that weak willed that you would just shut up, is my palm that scary?!?” Coop was using this diversionary tactic as not only a way to gain a little time now that he had caught the attention of some onlookers with speeders, but also a way to build up his rage just in case he had to actually stand and fight both of his brothers. Coop's waste of time paid off as a lone speeder came within his jumping distance. Coop didn't squander the chance.

Coop burst into motion towards the craft. With a flick of his wrist Coop threw a crate toward the incapacitated Coog and leaped the expanse, landing on the civilian craft. Coop lifted the lone driver and plunged his lightsaber through his chest, wounding him mortally and then threw him at his older brother who would have to give up the pursuit to save the man's life.

As Coop sped off towards the safe house Caas helped Coog up to his feet.
“Juliet one, we need emergency personnel at holding area Zulu, one civilian with a lightsaber wound to the chest,” Caas turned to the three dead bodies, “also inform the council that we have four funeral rights to perform, Master Caas out.”

“Master Caas,” Coog approached his older brother, “I am sorry I was not strong enough, he has been lead to far off the path to be brought back to the light.”
“Its sad,” Master Caas replied, “it was our fault for keeping him in the dark about us leaving.”

Coop's mind was racing as he arrived at the safe house and gave them his entrance codes. His brothers were both alive and both Jedi. How did they get to where they were and why did they not contact him or his family. Coop could only think of one reason.

It all came together as he sat down in the interrogation room. His family and clan all knew they had left and that telling him would only make him want to leave and join them. What good that did for them to keep this secret. He had just left anyway. Coop was infuriated at the notion that his entire clan had deceived him. They would meet their reckoning day, Coop would ensure that. Coop looked up at the man before him. A human female with brown hair and blue eyes sat across from him.

“So,” The woman looked into a file before her, “my name is.”
“Teu Pepoi, Rollmaster of Clan Naga Sadow, I know of you,” Coop stared evenly into the womans blue eyes.
“Well, Protector Ter'An you have some explaining to do as to why you disappeared for a week,” Teu stopped for a second and produced Coog's lightsaber that Coop had taken from his brother, “and why you have the weapon of a Jedi on your person.”
“Yes ma'am I do,” Coop took a deep breath as he explained the incident that took place and all the details of what happened.

=== Hunting Asajj ===

Coop entered the briefing room where Prelate L’eonheart stood. Coop sat before the Prelate, whom seemed to be deep in thought as he looked over Coops briefing. Prelate L’eonheart ran his hand through his long brown braids before addressing Coop.

“Do you know who Asajj Ventress is?” Prelate L’eonheart inquired.
“I recognize the name from the clone war records but I can not recall the specifics sir.” Coop began searching his mind for any info associated with his name.

“I also remember something about one of her followers,” Coop continued on the Prelates nod, “He was called Savage Opress, during his assault on the temple of Eedit he killed two jedi, a master Halsey and his apprentice Knox. He ended up being the long lost brother of Darth Maul and a considerable pain in Ventress’ plans in the end, but I don’t know much beyond that she trained him and trained with him.”

“You are correct but you lack all the details, after a fight between her master Dooku and a pair of jedi she was mortally wounded and thought to be dead.” Mirado paused as he sat down, “She was loaded on a medical ship called Bright Flight, which just showed up on Pieralos. Your records indicate you grew up just south of there. Is that True?”

“Yes sir.” Coops thought began to race. His home world was not a place where outsiders would find it easy. Coop knew his contacts would have good intel on his targets location.

“We need you to engage Assajj Ventress in Pieralos and find out her motives,” Mirado looked at the datapad with concern, “and if she is not acting in our best interests you are to engage and detain her or terminate her only if necessary, remember she is a master in the Niman style.”

“Yes sir,” Coop rose and began to leave.
“Guardian,” Coop paused and looked over his shoulder at the Prelate, “Be very cautious Assajj is a very,” Mirado paused, “unique adversary, remember your training and you should be fine.”
“Yes sir,” Coop exited the briefing room and made his way to the shuttle bay where he boarded the Naga Sadow shuttle. After a few hours Coop stepped off the shuttle onto Glee Anselm.

The Pieralos shuttle Port was unusually busy that afternoon as Coop made his way to the Customs officer.

“Do ya have any off world plants or livestock?”
“Do I look like I am dragging a banth along where ever I go.”
The customs officer looked up from his screen and recognized the dark jedi brotherhood battle garments. He clicked a few buttons before continuing.
“Do ya have any weapons on you?”
Coop pulled his robe to the side revealing his and his twin brothers lightsaber.
“That would be a no.” The Nautolan pressed a few more buttons before he spoke again, “you are cleared to move everywhere on Glee Anselm, welcome home Coop.”

Coop smiled and nodded as he moved past the customs officer. Coop entered the atrium of the Shuttle port and looked around for any of his contacts. Coop saw one he could count on so he slowly made his way over until he came up to the Kiosk and began to browse. The white skinned nautolan did not look up from what he was doing as he began to talk.

“So ‘you’ are back in town,” the man shot Coop a gaze over his datapad, “must be some big game in town.”
“Don’t play games with me,” Coops stated as he put down a datapad, “have you seen a Dathomiri woman? I am not sure if she was alone or with another but she would be bald or she could have any length of brown hair.”
The white skinned nautolan looked across the atrium at two cloaked figures standing at another kiosk.

“There is a nightsister and possibly a nightbrother with her but she is definitely dathomiri.”
Coop fished in his pocket for a few credits and laid them on the counter of the kiosk and nodded at the contact before he made his way to the two cloaked figures. Coop stayed out of direct contact before he could get a visual on the shorter of the two whom he presumed to be his target. One of the cloaked figures stood at approximately coops size and the other being significantly shorter at approximately a foot shorter around five foot.

The shorter of the two looked up at the taller one and said something. Suddenly both of the cloaked figures looked Coop dead in the eyes. He suddenly realized that he was looking the target in the eyes. The taller figure was Assajj but the shorter one looked like a younger more youthful version of Assajj. Assajj had let her hair grow out in a deep auburn brown. Coop was struck by her sheer beauty but he did not waiver in this stare off.

“Ma’am, could I possibly speak with you in private,” Assajj’s smirk cut like a blade as she nodded.
“It seems the powers at play would have words with me.” Assajj moved towards a nearby alleyway. As they entered the alley she moved to a defensive spot near a door she positioned the young woman behind her.
“So who may I ask is irritating me?” Assajj’s rage and irritation was evident in her tone.
“I am Guardian Coop Ter’An of the Dark Jedi Brotherhood,” Coop paused as he produced a datapad, “My leadership would like to talk with you.”

“You mean they want to know her motives and if they benefit your group?”
Coop paused as he looked at the young woman who had poked her head out from under Assajj’s elbow. Then it hit Coop. This was her daughter.
“How old is she?” Coop directed the question at Assajj.
“I do not believe that is any of your business,” Assajj snapped back as her hands went to her hips where her lightsabers rested. Coop could feel her irritation welling up.
“I am fifteen mister,” the girl squeaked as Assajj shot her a look.
“Fifteen, eh?” Coop smiled as he crouched down to look up at the teenage girl, “You must be a natural with a light…”
“Mister Ter’An I will ask you not to continue that statement,” the look that Assajj shot at Coop was more of a threat than a caution, “My daughter is not and will never be versed in such things.” The tone of Assajj’s voice warned Coop not to continue but Coop didn’t take threats or warnings very well.
“Is that your choice young one?”
“Mister Ter’An I will not ask you again.”
“Assajj Ventress I don’t think you want to attack a local on this planet.” Coop threatened. Assajj’s glare could have melted ice. “You were once the peak of Niman but you are no longer a piece on the board with any weight behind it. You are not an allied or enemy Queen, just a rogue pawn whom needs to decide where her allegiances lay.

“If you must know I am teaching my daughter the ways of your people,” She paused as a smile spread across her face, “And you should not threaten someone who has powerful and influential friends.”
Coop could hear [HER] the men as they entered the alley. The smile on Coops face was almost one of joy as he removed the fastener just below his neck. The dark green cloak fell to the floor as Coop produced his neon green lightsaber in his left hand. With a smirk to Assajj and a flick of his wrist coop spun around to meet the two men who were both wielding red lightsabers. Coop produced his other lightsaber that he had taken from his older twin brother. Coop flipped his wrist and produced the sapphire blade of his brothers saber in his right hand. Coop smiled as the two rogue sith looked at each other.

“Well boys shall we tango?” Coop waded into the two sith with one saber held high and the other at hip level as he spun. The Sith easily defended the simple attack. Coop had privately been training with a few masters of Niman so he had a rudimentary knowledge of the fighting style. Coop held his own against the two sith soldiers. Coops parried one high and the other low and struck out when he could but he was at a disadvantage with the two sabers. His fighting was clumsy but effective for defense. Coop force jumped [JMP] back and away from the sith and deactivated his brothers sapphire lightsaber before he replaced it on his hip and fell into his more comfortable banlanth form.

“This is way more fun,” Coops smile could have been seen from orbit, “I like these odds, two on one seems fair enough.”
“Don’t get too over confident Jedi scum,” one of the sith soldiers bellowed before he made a sprinting charge in at Coop.
“Wait,” Coops upraised hand stopped the sith short, “you think I am a Jedi?”
“You carry two weapons of the Jedi.”
“No I just don’t like the color red,” Coops statement caused both sith to look at each other, “I am a guardian in the Dark Jedi Brotherhood you idiots.”
“Well which house are you with?”
“Well that is none of your dang business.”
“Then you are lying!” The other sith exclaimed.
“I don’t have time to argue semantics with either of you idiots.” Coop waded back into the fray with the two sith. The sith on his left was a zabrak and the one on the right looked human. Coop brought an arcing slash across his chest from his right to his left knocking the zabraks downward slash into the ground. Coop then spun to his left and brought his saber in an upward slash between himself and the human sith. The move brought his saber in behind the humans head level slash. Coop ducked under the blow and redirected the saber as he turned his hips to the left. The Zabrak turned right into his partners attack. As the human realized what had happened Coop close in on his undefended back and plunged the green lightsaber through his back and out his chest. Coop deactivated his lightsaber and turned to Assajj.

“Now that is over with may we continue with our inane posturing or will you talk with my leadership.”
“I would not be as easy as them to take down. You have a solid ability with banlanth form which you combine with your creativity making watching your simple fighting fun. But you lack the pure ability to take me down.” Coop’s smirk never left his face as he spun his lightsaber, “Yet you don’t stand down from the challenge. I don’t know if that is arrogance or confidence, but you clearly do not fear me.”
“So will you speak with my leadership?” Coop asked again.
“I have one condition.” Assajj took a less violent stance.
“Sure why not.”
“You do not mention to your masters who she is.” The love in Assajj Ventress’ eyes was unexpected and caught Coop off guard. He had read all the mission data on her and how she was cruel and violent, yet in front of him he saw a loving mother, not the assassin turned sith lord.”
“If she is seen they will know you two are almost clones.”
“Where will we be going for this meeting?”
“I will have to contact my leadership in a moment.”
“Then if you don’t mind I would like to take my daughter shopping she needs some new cloths.”
“That is fine I will be close by, I will contact you when they are ready for you ma’am.”

Coop kept tight surveillance on Assajj as he contacted his superiors.
“Master L’eonheart I have made contact with the target.”
“I copy Guardian Ter’An was she any trouble?”
“No sir, she actually never drew her lightsaber, she did agree to meet with you can you get that set up?”
“Yes I just arrived at Pieralos Space Port. I will have our men stationed here set up a secure location for us to meet. I will send you the coordinates.”
“Yes sir I will reestablish contact with Ventress and we will make our way to the coordinates.”

Coop made his way to Assajj through the crowd.
“Ma’am, I made contact with my superiors, one of them is on world and is securing a location to meet.”
“I sense him when he set foot on the planet.”
“It should only take a short time to secure a meeting location,” as Coop spoke his datapad on his wrist lit up with the coordinates, “Assajj it is time to meet them. Do you want to leave your daughter somewhere?”
“No, she might as well come,” Assajj turned to Coop, “ I want your word that you will not let anything happen to her if this goes bad.”
“Why would you want me to do that?”
“Because you don’t seem that big of a fool to anger me or the people I am affiliated with.”
“I don’t think this meeting will go that bad,” Coop paused and looked at the teenager, “Why don’t you commit her to training she seems like she would do very well.”
“I have given it some serious thought,” Assajj paused and looked at her daughter, “And I never was able to convince myself, she is my princess.”
“Well if you ever do, the Brotherhood has some great trainers.” Coop paused as he looked at his datapad.
The three set out from the space port and met up with the Prelates security detail who escorted them to the facility.
As Assajj entered the meeting room Coop took up a position in the corner with Assajj’s daughter. Coop leaned down and whispered into Assajj’s daughters ear.
“Not a word.” Coop stood back up and nodded to Prelate L’eonheart as he entered the room. The Prelate made his way to the seat across from the table from Assajj. He sat and began flipping through the file on the datapad infront of him.

“So you were supposed to be dead.” Mirado looked up from his datapad into the pale blue eyes of Assajj, “How have you stayed off the radar up until now?”
“Smart movement, and elimination of problems with quick decisive action.” Assajj’s answers were quick and to the point. Coop didn’t know if Mirado was impressed or irritated. After three hours of questioning the big one came up.
“So who is the young lady traveling with you?” Assajj looked into Mirado’s eyes and took a deep breath.
“She is my daughter.”
Silence fell in the room. Looks were shot in the direction of the girl and Coop placed his right hand on the young girl’s shoulder. As the initial shock wore off and Mirado continued Coop leaned in and whispered something into the girl’s ear who then whispered something back into his.

“What is your name young one?” Coop had asked.
“My name is Talia, Talia Ventruss.”

=== Death of a Guardian ===
Aboard the Magnos Kaener
Horizons RO

Coop woke up on the floor to the room him and Roxas had fought in. He drew his lightsaber as he stood and looked around the room, searching for Roxas. Lying on the floor was some visor glass from Roxas’ helmet. Coops stomach turned over on itself when he tried to remember what had happened. Someone had come to his rescue but he couldn’t be for sure to who it was. He could have sworn it was Scion but something was itching at him. Scion didn’t have horns. And scion had white hair and was a human. The man wore a military uniform similar to Scions and Coop had only every dealt with Scion while he was wearing his uniform.
As Coop made his way to the hallway he saw blaster bolts firing back and forth. He poked his head out and looked back and forth at the men at each end of the hallway. They had tossed together rudimentary barricades at the joining sessions up and down the hall. Coop couldn’t tell which group was which and I bothered him.

“HEY!” Coop yelled down the hallway at the closest barricade, “whose fault is it that you lost your powers!”

Coop just barely ducked his head in as a volley of blaster bolts came to sizzling ends against the bulkhead next to him.

“Well those are not the ones I want to go hang with,” Coop said to himself. Coop looked across the hall at another doorway and timed between reloads. He leaped across the hallway and rolled into the adjacent room where he came to a halt. As Coop stood four journeymen brandishing weapons turned and leveled glares at Coop. Coop ignited his brother’s lightsaber and gave both of his lightsabers a quick spin before he took up fighting stance across from them. Coop knew he was at a disadvantage with the numbers but only two of the journeymen had lightsabers and the other two had improvised weapons made from chair legs and tasers. Coop looked back and forth between the four armed journeymen and waited for one of them to make their move. Coop was ready as a human charged in at him with his red lightsaber blazing in the dim light of the room. Coop easily batted the man’s attack aside with his lightsaber and brought his brothers lightsaber in behind it to decapitate the man. One of the journeymen with the taser stick came in waving it with a vengeance. A glancing blow sent Coop careening across the room in a ball of pain. Coop came to a kneeling stance before the next assailant. A Zabrak was wielding the other taser stick and Coop easily sliced the improvised weapon in two and punched the Zabrak in the stomache. It sent him into a fetal position across the room. Coop stood and deactivated his brothers lightsaber and took up a banlanth stance across from the next assailant.

Coop easily killed the final assailant and went to move on. As he went to leave the room and move to the door he heard the activation of a lightsaber and felt a strong pain in his chest. As he looked down he saw a crimson blade protruding from his chest.

"Who...are...you?" Coop said through blood as it spewed from the depths of his body. Standing behind him as he looked over his shoulder was the Zabrak who he had struck in the chest.

"I am," The Zabrak paused as he deactivated the crimson lightsaber, "Tahlraga."

Coop began to fall and he felt himself losing consciousness. He never felt the collision of the floor as he saw it coming up to him.

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|homeworld=[[starwars:Glee Anselm|Glee Anselm]]
|birth=[[10 ABY to 19 ABY|16 ABY]]
|death= ???
|species=Nautolan
|gender=Male
|hair=blue tentacles with black tattoos
|eyes=Black
|skin=Blue
|height=6ft
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|masters=* [[Balia Donos]]
* [[Macron Sadow]]
|enemies= [[Fremoc Pepoi]]
[[Taigikori Aybara]]
|form=*Banlanth
|saber= one green, armory saber, one blue, stole from brother|
|fightingstyle= * [[Dulon]]
* [[Broken Gate]]
* [[Carinor]]
|position=none held
|era= [[Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era]]
|affiliation= *Clan [[Naga Sadow]]
*[[Tridens]] Of [[Tarentum]]
*Kraken of [[Tarentum]]
*[[Kaerner]] of [[Tarentum]]
|dossier=[[dossier:11209|11209]]
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{{Quote|If you stand with me I will be your greatest ally, if you stand against me I will lay your remains across the rocks at my feet|Coop Ter'An}}

'''Coop Ter'An''' is a blue skinned nautolan from Glee Anselm. He was born into a clan that had a reputation for a large population of blue skinned nautolans. Coop is a tall muscled nautolan. One of his sensory tentacles has a split tip. His eyes are a deep black, and he has no hair.

== Character History ==
Coop Ter'An grew up in a small village just south of the Pieralos. The capital city of the Nautolan race. He grew up in a small village not worrying about many cares of life. Coop had rarely ever seen a human and most of them where friendly fishers. Coop had two brothers and three sisters. He was the only blue Nautolan in his family and the tribe they lived with.

[[File:Coop Ter'An.jpg|thumb|229px|left]]

=== Bad happenings ===
'''28 ABY'''
Coop's childhood was spent swimming around in the deep underwater caverns with his two brothers. One day when he was young his two older brothers left him behind at the village. He was busy talking to some human so they decided to leave without him. Coop didn't realize they had left until they where already in the water and out of sight. Coop knew the region well so he went into the water. After about an hour of searching for his two brother he found a small dagger just floating in the water. Coop moved in and instantly recognized it as his oldest brothers hunting dagger. He looked around to see if they where trying to sneak up on him. Something just didn't feel right about it. He moved to the surface where he saw a ship move up and off the water. Coop hurried back home to find no one had even noticed the boy's disappearance. He talked to his parents, who petitioned their chieftain to send out a search party. The Chieftain denied the families pleas. Coop could feel the rage building in his chest as he picked up a nearby warrior's axe and let it fly at the chieftain. He never saw his brothers since that day. His family has presumed them dead.

=== Drunken Disaster ===
'''31 ABY'''
Coop was cleaning a fish with his brothers knife when he heard the commotion coming from outside. Coop exited the hut to see his fathers human friend beating him to a bloody pulp. Coop ran at the two and barreled into his father's assailant. Coop spun up with his brother's knife in a reverse grip ready for the drunken mans attack. The man didn't let Coop down. He came forward with a tree branch in one hand and a bottle of Whiskey in the other. Coop didn't even think twice. He brought the blade of the knife across the mans throat and watched him bleed out at his feet. The local law enforcement arrested him on murder charges but the charges where completely dropped after a holocron containing the video of the fight surfaced in the evidence. When Coop got home he barricaded himself in his room and stayed there for two weeks before emerging with his pack on his back and his brothers dagger on his waist. He never said a thing to his parents. He just left.

=== One fateful Afternoon ===
'''32 ABY'''
Coop received a holocron with some directions on it. He followed them to the site where a small shuttle was waiting there for him. He paused once to look back over his shoulder before climbing aboard.

=== Faithful Clash ===
Coop looked around him as his haze of intoxication finally wore off. Coop Looked around at the windowless room. 'Where am I?' Coop thought to himself as he rubbed his eyes and took account of all of his equipment. Once Coop took a full account of himself and his surroundings he realized the only thing he was missing was a very large sum of credits.

Coop scratched his face as he knelt down to assess the extent of the damage on the Twi'Lek's body. Coop could tell this man was viciously assaulted with a lightsaber and the deep burn in his upper right arm coincided with damage created by a standard issue military sniper rifle system. Coop was surprised the Twi'Lek wasn't missing that arm entirely.

Coop investigated the Twi'Lek's pockets and discovered a substantial amount of credits on him. 'Hmm, this will almost double the losses for the night,' Coop thought to himself as he counted it. Coop remembered seeing this armor around. 'I know this armor,' Coop dug through his memories before it came back to him. Coop felt dumb for not recognizing the armor at first.

“A merc,” Coop said aloud as he rose and made his way to the door where the distant sound of speeders humming through the atmosphere could be heard. As Coop reached down he realized the door did not have any form of handle or access pad. Coop could feel his annoyance and rage begin to boil.

Coop thought maybe the pad was hidden for some form of sleekness. Coop reached out with the force to see if he could detect anything in the walls or on the other side of the wall. Coop fell a sudden wall in the force around him. 'What in the...' Coop thought to himself. He had never been stopped so abruptly and suddenly.

“Well door,” Coop said with a smile, “you have elected to open by the way of pain.”

With a flip of his wrist coop produced his emerald lightsaber and gave it a violent spin before he plunged it hilt deep into the metal door with a wry smirk. Coop was surprised to find that the door was not that think and that it cut easily. Coop had a medium sized doorway cut out before he stepped back and deactivated his emerald blade with a whiz and a light pop from the release of the arc. Coop gave the mercenary one last glance over his shoulder before he made his way through the door.

Coop exited the doorway only to find four men with brandishing lightsabers and in the attire of a jedi. Coop's wry smirk returned as he reached out with the force to assess the power of the four men standing before him. Coop recognized one of the men as a Nautolan from his childhood. 'Small galaxy,' Coop thought to himself as he reignited the saber and took a standard banlanth stance before the men. Coop couldn't feel much control of the force or emotion from any of the men so they couldn't be more than padawan learners or newly appointed Jedi knights.

Coop knew which one was going to attack him first just by reading the force that emanated off him. Coop's constant training of his precognitive abilities was finally paying off. Coop deflected the novice downward slash with a slight flick of the wrist bringing his lightsaber from his right to his left in front of him. After bating the mans attack aside Coop stepped to his right and spun back to his left bringing his lightsaber across the mans shoulders. The man's face was still a look of bewilderment as his head rolled across the floor to a stop at the Nautolan Jedi's Feet.

“Quick, if you don't scurry back to your master,” Coop's smirk reemerged, “You may end up like your friend here, lacking in the head department, and I hear they are an important appendage to keep attached.”

The three remaining men tossed glances back and forth before they all nodded. The one to Coop's far right charged in for a stab that a blind Wookie could have seen a mile off. With one movement Coop smacked the mans charge to the right with a downward slash from across his body. With a quick turn of his wrist, the man that charged in at Coop, didn't even realized the Sith's lightsaber was buried hilt deep in his chest until he fell slain at Coop's feet.

“Next.”

Coop smiled as the last two showed signs of a wavering confidence. Coop changed his tactics and charged the two. As he charged Coop hit the Nautolan Jedi in the chest with a force push that sent the man flying into the wall behind him. Coop could sense the remaining Jedi's swing and easily dodged to his left. The man's swing flew wildly past Coop which caused him to stumble past the Sith. Coop came in fast behind the man, grappling him to the ground and stabbing him in the throat.

The Jedi's passing was not quick nor was it painless as he laid on the ground gasping in agony as his life faded from existence. Coop squared off with the final combatant. The Nautolan was named Glik Ter'An. He was one of Coop's classmates from childhood. Coop was not impressed with the Nautolan's ability. His rudimentary knowledge of banlanth was a joke. The Nautolan didn't even have a strong connection with the force. This fight wouldn't even provide Coop with a smidgen of entertainment, let alone a test of skill.

Coop spun to his left with his saber out wide, smacking the Nautolan's lightsaber out wide to his left. Coop just spun his saber in circles as he waited for Glik to attack. Glik stood there looking from his fallen comrades to his old classmate who stood there shrouded in black standing over their corpses.

“So,” Glik flinched as Coop broke the silence, “You have three options,” Coop paused to wait for Glik to tear his gaze from his dead friends, “Glik isn't it?” Glik nodded with out looking away from the bodies, “option one is you can flee as fast as you can, you may survive,” Coop paused as Glik looked up at him, “depends if I feel like chasing you across this planet, the second option is you attack like these three idiots and I kill you,” Glik's eyes locked on to Coop's lightsaber, “or you could give in to your grief and hate and join the winning team.” Coop changed his stance with his hands out wide. Coop was goading Glik into attacking him. Any Jedi worth his weight in gold would never fall for this little trick. Glik was not worth his weight in gold.

Glik's stare changed to a smirk. He charged in at Coop with a downward slash. Coop smiled as he burst into motion. He stepped to left as he swiped Glik's attacked to the side. This movement put Coop's emerald saber behind the lavender blade of Glik, and with a light pull from Coop's left to his right Glik fell to his knees as his head bounced across the floor. His face still holding onto the look of puzzlement as Coop deactivated his lightsaber and made his way to a screen. He opened the user logs and searched the names and dates before he came upon something that bothered him immensely. Coop read the info out loud to ensure he was reading it right.

“Log 382, Jedi Knight Coog Ter'An, Capture of Lord Macron Goura Sadow's Apprentice.” Coop felt like he had just been hit by the Grand Master's strongest force push. One of Coop's missing brothers was a Jedi.

Coop took several moments before he gathered his thoughts of his brother and the feeling of elation that welled up inside him.

As Coop exited the corridor he was in, he walked out on to a shuttle landing pad. There was one definitive problem as he look around with irritation. There was no shuttle to steal. Coop's plan was shot to pieces as he stood there looking around. Coop knew he couldn't pull a shuttle down while it moved at top speed, so he would have to improvise. The problem was Coop couldn't concentrate on the task at hand. His thoughts on his brother being a Jedi were to much to concentrate through.

Coop finally decided to sit and meditate to see if he could calm his nerves. Suddenly the steady hum of a shuttle's approach broke his concentration. Coop knew that this was not a shuttle he wanted to have to confront but the fight was inevitable. Coop rose and brandished his emerald lightsaber as he paced back and forth bringing back all the memories of hatred, of anger, and emotion he could use to win this fight.

The shuttle came to a hovering halt as the bay door lowered and a single form descended to the landing pad. The man turned and brandished his blue lightsaber and took a combat stance. Coop still could not see the man's face but he knew it was Coog. As the shuttle ascended to a safe distance Coop's adversary was revealed. The blue skinned Nautolan that stood across from him was his older brother Coog Ter'An. Coop's emotions became resolute. He would either turn his brother to the dark side of the force or he would destroy him.

“Well ain't this an unpleasant surprise,” Coop announced to his brother, “two brothers pitted against one another in a live or die scenario, man this is really going to suck to have to put you down.”

“Coop, it's not too late to change your wa...” Coop's upraised hand silenced his brother.
“No need to even try, I am quite happy where I am Coog,” Coop could not hold his smile in any longer, “See I enjoy destroying things and not being looked down on for it.”
“Coop, if you will not listen to me then listen to our older brother,” Coog relaxed his stance as he looked for some sort of sign of Coop's reaction. Coop just smirked and stood there.
“So where is our older brother Coog?” Coop asked as he began to pace back and forth slowly, “by the way, whats with the dead merc back there?”
“He tried to defend you when we took you into custody.”
“Really,” Coop said with a chuckle, “I have no idea who that merc was but he looks like you guys had a hard time with him.”
“Yes, he fault like one possessed, he kept saying that we would regret the day we tried to cross the dark brotherhood.”

“So where is Caas?” Coop asked as he slowly felt his irritation boiling over.
“He will be here momentarily,” Coog replied with a smirk, “patience little brother.”
“See patience is not,” Coop's voice began to grow a threatening tone as his emotions fine tuned into a solid rage, “one of my strong suits!” Coop cleared the distance between the two nautolans almost instantaneously. Coop lead with a downward swing that his brother easily blocked. Coop turned to his right, putting his back to his brother and spun his emerald blade out wide with his left hand as he ducked down dodging his brother's horizontal slash from Coop's left to his right as he spun around to attack him again. Coop brought his blade up in a diagonal slash that Coog dodged by ducking to his left. Coop could sense his brother's next move as he brought his saber in a full circle to block his brother's horizontal slash. With a push Coop disengaged the two lightsabers which fed into his brother's momentum as he spun around to try the other side. Coop's emerald blade was waiting for him as it collided with Coog's sapphire blue lightsaber. The ensuing sparks from the collision caused Coog to retreat quickly out of range of his brother so that he could reattain his full visual spectrum. Coop didn't waste any time as he erupted with a burst of speed towards his brother and aimed a dual-handed downward slash at his disoriented brother. Coop's emerald blade was stopped just shy of his older brother's head by a lavender blade. Coop looked to his right where a cloaked figure stood holding the lightsabers intricate hilt.
“That is no way to treat your twin brother Coop,” The man's voice soothingly slipped from beneath the cloak and like tendrils bored their way into his subconscious mind. Coop shook it off as he realized who the man was. Coop spun to his right bringing his lightsaber across the throat of the cloaked man. The man was fast but not fast enough to have the fastener to his hood removed. The cloak laid clumsily over the man's face.

“You show some skill with a lightsaber little brother.”
“And you show none Caas,” as Coop called his oldest brothers name the cloaked figure tossed his shroud to the ground behind him.
“I bet you want some answers,” Coop stopped Caas with an upraised hand.
“How many Jedi do I have to humiliate and kill for you to get the clue, I like where I am at,” Coop reached his hand out and could feal the tendrils of energy course down his arm as he wrenched Coog's lightsaber from his hand, “Oh, and I was wondering, is that your weakness or something, I think I have shut up two of you today with just my upraised palm, are you that weak willed that you would just shut up, is my palm that scary?!?” Coop was using this diversionary tactic as not only a way to gain a little time now that he had caught the attention of some onlookers with speeders, but also a way to build up his rage just in case he had to actually stand and fight both of his brothers. Coop's waste of time paid off as a lone speeder came within his jumping distance. Coop didn't squander the chance.

Coop burst into motion towards the craft. With a flick of his wrist Coop threw a crate toward the incapacitated Coog and leaped the expanse, landing on the civilian craft. Coop lifted the lone driver and plunged his lightsaber through his chest, wounding him mortally and then threw him at his older brother who would have to give up the pursuit to save the man's life.

As Coop sped off towards the safe house Caas helped Coog up to his feet.
“Juliet one, we need emergency personnel at holding area Zulu, one civilian with a lightsaber wound to the chest,” Caas turned to the three dead bodies, “also inform the council that we have four funeral rights to perform, Master Caas out.”

“Master Caas,” Coog approached his older brother, “I am sorry I was not strong enough, he has been lead to far off the path to be brought back to the light.”
“Its sad,” Master Caas replied, “it was our fault for keeping him in the dark about us leaving.”

Coop's mind was racing as he arrived at the safe house and gave them his entrance codes. His brothers were both alive and both Jedi. How did they get to where they were and why did they not contact him or his family. Coop could only think of one reason.

It all came together as he sat down in the interrogation room. His family and clan all knew they had left and that telling him would only make him want to leave and join them. What good that did for them to keep this secret. He had just left anyway. Coop was infuriated at the notion that his entire clan had deceived him. They would meet their reckoning day, Coop would ensure that. Coop looked up at the man before him. A human female with brown hair and blue eyes sat across from him.

“So,” The woman looked into a file before her, “my name is.”
“Teu Pepoi, Rollmaster of Clan Naga Sadow, I know of you,” Coop stared evenly into the womans blue eyes.
“Well, Protector Ter'An you have some explaining to do as to why you disappeared for a week,” Teu stopped for a second and produced Coog's lightsaber that Coop had taken from his brother, “and why you have the weapon of a Jedi on your person.”
“Yes ma'am I do,” Coop took a deep breath as he explained the incident that took place and all the details of what happened.

=== Hunting Asajj ===

Coop entered the briefing room where Prelate L’eonheart stood. Coop sat before the Prelate, whom seemed to be deep in thought as he looked over Coops briefing. Prelate L’eonheart ran his hand through his long brown braids before addressing Coop.

“Do you know who Asajj Ventress is?” Prelate L’eonheart inquired.
“I recognize the name from the clone war records but I can not recall the specifics sir.” Coop began searching his mind for any info associated with his name.

“I also remember something about one of her followers,” Coop continued on the Prelates nod, “He was called Savage Opress, during his assault on the temple of Eedit he killed two jedi, a master Halsey and his apprentice Knox. He ended up being the long lost brother of Darth Maul and a considerable pain in Ventress’ plans in the end, but I don’t know much beyond that she trained him and trained with him.”

“You are correct but you lack all the details, after a fight between her master Dooku and a pair of jedi she was mortally wounded and thought to be dead.” Mirado paused as he sat down, “She was loaded on a medical ship called Bright Flight, which just showed up on Pieralos. Your records indicate you grew up just south of there. Is that True?”

“Yes sir.” Coops thought began to race. His home world was not a place where outsiders would find it easy. Coop knew his contacts would have good intel on his targets location.

“We need you to engage Assajj Ventress in Pieralos and find out her motives,” Mirado looked at the datapad with concern, “and if she is not acting in our best interests you are to engage and detain her or terminate her only if necessary, remember she is a master in the Niman style.”

“Yes sir,” Coop rose and began to leave.
“Guardian,” Coop paused and looked over his shoulder at the Prelate, “Be very cautious Assajj is a very,” Mirado paused, “unique adversary, remember your training and you should be fine.”
“Yes sir,” Coop exited the briefing room and made his way to the shuttle bay where he boarded the Naga Sadow shuttle. After a few hours Coop stepped off the shuttle onto Glee Anselm.

The Pieralos shuttle Port was unusually busy that afternoon as Coop made his way to the Customs officer.

“Do ya have any off world plants or livestock?”
“Do I look like I am dragging a banth along where ever I go.”
The customs officer looked up from his screen and recognized the dark jedi brotherhood battle garments. He clicked a few buttons before continuing.
“Do ya have any weapons on you?”
Coop pulled his robe to the side revealing his and his twin brothers lightsaber.
“That would be a no.” The Nautolan pressed a few more buttons before he spoke again, “you are cleared to move everywhere on Glee Anselm, welcome home Coop.”

Coop smiled and nodded as he moved past the customs officer. Coop entered the atrium of the Shuttle port and looked around for any of his contacts. Coop saw one he could count on so he slowly made his way over until he came up to the Kiosk and began to browse. The white skinned nautolan did not look up from what he was doing as he began to talk.

“So ‘you’ are back in town,” the man shot Coop a gaze over his datapad, “must be some big game in town.”
“Don’t play games with me,” Coops stated as he put down a datapad, “have you seen a Dathomiri woman? I am not sure if she was alone or with another but she would be bald or she could have any length of brown hair.”
The white skinned nautolan looked across the atrium at two cloaked figures standing at another kiosk.

“There is a nightsister and possibly a nightbrother with her but she is definitely dathomiri.”
Coop fished in his pocket for a few credits and laid them on the counter of the kiosk and nodded at the contact before he made his way to the two cloaked figures. Coop stayed out of direct contact before he could get a visual on the shorter of the two whom he presumed to be his target. One of the cloaked figures stood at approximately coops size and the other being significantly shorter at approximately a foot shorter around five foot.

The shorter of the two looked up at the taller one and said something. Suddenly both of the cloaked figures looked Coop dead in the eyes. He suddenly realized that he was looking the target in the eyes. The taller figure was Assajj but the shorter one looked like a younger more youthful version of Assajj. Assajj had let her hair grow out in a deep auburn brown. Coop was struck by her sheer beauty but he did not waiver in this stare off.

“Ma’am, could I possibly speak with you in private,” Assajj’s smirk cut like a blade as she nodded.
“It seems the powers at play would have words with me.” Assajj moved towards a nearby alleyway. As they entered the alley she moved to a defensive spot near a door she positioned the young woman behind her.
“So who may I ask is irritating me?” Assajj’s rage and irritation was evident in her tone.
“I am Guardian Coop Ter’An of the Dark Jedi Brotherhood,” Coop paused as he produced a datapad, “My leadership would like to talk with you.”

“You mean they want to know her motives and if they benefit your group?”
Coop paused as he looked at the young woman who had poked her head out from under Assajj’s elbow. Then it hit Coop. This was her daughter.
“How old is she?” Coop directed the question at Assajj.
“I do not believe that is any of your business,” Assajj snapped back as her hands went to her hips where her lightsabers rested. Coop could feel her irritation welling up.
“I am fifteen mister,” the girl squeaked as Assajj shot her a look.
“Fifteen, eh?” Coop smiled as he crouched down to look up at the teenage girl, “You must be a natural with a light…”
“Mister Ter’An I will ask you not to continue that statement,” the look that Assajj shot at Coop was more of a threat than a caution, “My daughter is not and will never be versed in such things.” The tone of Assajj’s voice warned Coop not to continue but Coop didn’t take threats or warnings very well.
“Is that your choice young one?”
“Mister Ter’An I will not ask you again.”
“Assajj Ventress I don’t think you want to attack a local on this planet.” Coop threatened. Assajj’s glare could have melted ice. “You were once the peak of Niman but you are no longer a piece on the board with any weight behind it. You are not an allied or enemy Queen, just a rogue pawn whom needs to decide where her allegiances lay.

“If you must know I am teaching my daughter the ways of your people,” She paused as a smile spread across her face, “And you should not threaten someone who has powerful and influential friends.”
Coop could hear [HER] the men as they entered the alley. The smile on Coops face was almost one of joy as he removed the fastener just below his neck. The dark green cloak fell to the floor as Coop produced his neon green lightsaber in his left hand. With a smirk to Assajj and a flick of his wrist coop spun around to meet the two men who were both wielding red lightsabers. Coop produced his other lightsaber that he had taken from his older twin brother. Coop flipped his wrist and produced the sapphire blade of his brothers saber in his right hand. Coop smiled as the two rogue sith looked at each other.

“Well boys shall we tango?” Coop waded into the two sith with one saber held high and the other at hip level as he spun. The Sith easily defended the simple attack. Coop had privately been training with a few masters of Niman so he had a rudimentary knowledge of the fighting style. Coop held his own against the two sith soldiers. Coops parried one high and the other low and struck out when he could but he was at a disadvantage with the two sabers. His fighting was clumsy but effective for defense. Coop force jumped [JMP] back and away from the sith and deactivated his brothers sapphire lightsaber before he replaced it on his hip and fell into his more comfortable banlanth form.

“This is way more fun,” Coops smile could have been seen from orbit, “I like these odds, two on one seems fair enough.”
“Don’t get too over confident Jedi scum,” one of the sith soldiers bellowed before he made a sprinting charge in at Coop.
“Wait,” Coops upraised hand stopped the sith short, “you think I am a Jedi?”
“You carry two weapons of the Jedi.”
“No I just don’t like the color red,” Coops statement caused both sith to look at each other, “I am a guardian in the Dark Jedi Brotherhood you idiots.”
“Well which house are you with?”
“Well that is none of your dang business.”
“Then you are lying!” The other sith exclaimed.
“I don’t have time to argue semantics with either of you idiots.” Coop waded back into the fray with the two sith. The sith on his left was a zabrak and the one on the right looked human. Coop brought an arcing slash across his chest from his right to his left knocking the zabraks downward slash into the ground. Coop then spun to his left and brought his saber in an upward slash between himself and the human sith. The move brought his saber in behind the humans head level slash. Coop ducked under the blow and redirected the saber as he turned his hips to the left. The Zabrak turned right into his partners attack. As the human realized what had happened Coop close in on his undefended back and plunged the green lightsaber through his back and out his chest. Coop deactivated his lightsaber and turned to Assajj.

“Now that is over with may we continue with our inane posturing or will you talk with my leadership.”
“I would not be as easy as them to take down. You have a solid ability with banlanth form which you combine with your creativity making watching your simple fighting fun. But you lack the pure ability to take me down.” Coop’s smirk never left his face as he spun his lightsaber, “Yet you don’t stand down from the challenge. I don’t know if that is arrogance or confidence, but you clearly do not fear me.”
“So will you speak with my leadership?” Coop asked again.
“I have one condition.” Assajj took a less violent stance.
“Sure why not.”
“You do not mention to your masters who she is.” The love in Assajj Ventress’ eyes was unexpected and caught Coop off guard. He had read all the mission data on her and how she was cruel and violent, yet in front of him he saw a loving mother, not the assassin turned sith lord.”
“If she is seen they will know you two are almost clones.”
“Where will we be going for this meeting?”
“I will have to contact my leadership in a moment.”
“Then if you don’t mind I would like to take my daughter shopping she needs some new cloths.”
“That is fine I will be close by, I will contact you when they are ready for you ma’am.”

Coop kept tight surveillance on Assajj as he contacted his superiors.
“Master L’eonheart I have made contact with the target.”
“I copy Guardian Ter’An was she any trouble?”
“No sir, she actually never drew her lightsaber, she did agree to meet with you can you get that set up?”
“Yes I just arrived at Pieralos Space Port. I will have our men stationed here set up a secure location for us to meet. I will send you the coordinates.”
“Yes sir I will reestablish contact with Ventress and we will make our way to the coordinates.”

Coop made his way to Assajj through the crowd.
“Ma’am, I made contact with my superiors, one of them is on world and is securing a location to meet.”
“I sense him when he set foot on the planet.”
“It should only take a short time to secure a meeting location,” as Coop spoke his datapad on his wrist lit up with the coordinates, “Assajj it is time to meet them. Do you want to leave your daughter somewhere?”
“No, she might as well come,” Assajj turned to Coop, “ I want your word that you will not let anything happen to her if this goes bad.”
“Why would you want me to do that?”
“Because you don’t seem that big of a fool to anger me or the people I am affiliated with.”
“I don’t think this meeting will go that bad,” Coop paused and looked at the teenager, “Why don’t you commit her to training she seems like she would do very well.”
“I have given it some serious thought,” Assajj paused and looked at her daughter, “And I never was able to convince myself, she is my princess.”
“Well if you ever do, the Brotherhood has some great trainers.” Coop paused as he looked at his datapad.
The three set out from the space port and met up with the Prelates security detail who escorted them to the facility.
As Assajj entered the meeting room Coop took up a position in the corner with Assajj’s daughter. Coop leaned down and whispered into Assajj’s daughters ear.
“Not a word.” Coop stood back up and nodded to Prelate L’eonheart as he entered the room. The Prelate made his way to the seat across from the table from Assajj. He sat and began flipping through the file on the datapad infront of him.

“So you were supposed to be dead.” Mirado looked up from his datapad into the pale blue eyes of Assajj, “How have you stayed off the radar up until now?”
“Smart movement, and elimination of problems with quick decisive action.” Assajj’s answers were quick and to the point. Coop didn’t know if Mirado was impressed or irritated. After three hours of questioning the big one came up.
“So who is the young lady traveling with you?” Assajj looked into Mirado’s eyes and took a deep breath.
“She is my daughter.”
Silence fell in the room. Looks were shot in the direction of the girl and Coop placed his right hand on the young girl’s shoulder. As the initial shock wore off and Mirado continued Coop leaned in and whispered something into the girl’s ear who then whispered something back into his.

“What is your name young one?” Coop had asked.
“My name is Talia, Talia Ventruss.”

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Coop Ter'An

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Coop Ter-An:

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|homeworld=[[starwars:Glee Anselm|Glee Anselm]]
|birth=[[10 ABY to 19 ABY|16 ABY]]
|death= ???
|species=Nautolan
|gender=Male
|hair=blue tentacles with black tattoos
|eyes=Black
|skin=Blue
|height=6ft
|weight=180lbs
|masters=* [[Balia Donos]]
* [[Macron Sadow]]
|enemies= [[Fremoc Pepoi]]
|form=*Banlanth
|saber= one green, armory saber, one blue, stole from brother|
|fightingstyle= * [[Dulon]]
* [[Broken Gate]]
* [[Carinor]]
|position=none held
|era= [[Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era]]
|affiliation= *Clan [[Naga Sadow]]
*[[Tridens]] Of [[Tarentum]]
*Kraken of [[Tarentum]]
*[[Kaerner]] of [[Tarentum]]
|dossier=[[dossier:11209|11209]]
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{{Quote|If you stand with me I will be your greatest ally, if you stand against me I will lay your remains across the rocks at my feet|Coop Ter'An}}

'''Coop Ter'An''' is a blue skinned nautolan from Glee Anselm. He was born into a clan that had a reputation for a large population of blue skinned nautolans. Coop is a tall muscled nautolan. One of his sensory tentacles has a split tip. His eyes are a deep black, and he has no hair.

== Character History ==
Coop Ter'An grew up in a small village just south of the Pieralos. The capital city of the Nautolan race. He grew up in a small village not worrying about many cares of life. Coop had rarely ever seen a human and most of them where friendly fishers. Coop had two brothers and three sisters. He was the only blue Nautolan in his family and the tribe they lived with.

[[File:Coop Ter'An.jpg|thumb|229px|left]]

=== Bad happenings ===
'''28 ABY'''
Coop's childhood was spent swimming around in the deep underwater caverns with his two brothers. One day when he was young his two older brothers left him behind at the village. He was busy talking to some human so they decided to leave without him. Coop didn't realize they had left until they where already in the water and out of sight. Coop knew the region well so he went into the water. After about an hour of searching for his two brother he found a small dagger just floating in the water. Coop moved in and instantly recognized it as his oldest brothers hunting dagger. He looked around to see if they where trying to sneak up on him. Something just didn't feel right about it. He moved to the surface where he saw a ship move up and off the water. Coop hurried back home to find no one had even noticed the boy's disappearance. He talked to his parents, who petitioned their chieftain to send out a search party. The Chieftain denied the families pleas. Coop could feel the rage building in his chest as he picked up a nearby warrior's axe and let it fly at the chieftain. He never saw his brothers since that day. His family has presumed them dead.

=== Drunken Disaster ===
'''31 ABY'''
Coop was cleaning a fish with his brothers knife when he heard the commotion coming from outside. Coop exited the hut to see his fathers human friend beating him to a bloody pulp. Coop ran at the two and barreled into his father's assailant. Coop spun up with his brother's knife in a reverse grip ready for the drunken mans attack. The man didn't let Coop down. He came forward with a tree branch in one hand and a bottle of Whiskey in the other. Coop didn't even think twice. He brought the blade of the knife across the mans throat and watched him bleed out at his feet. The local law enforcement arrested him on murder charges but the charges where completely dropped after a holocron containing the video of the fight surfaced in the evidence. When Coop got home he barricaded himself in his room and stayed there for two weeks before emerging with his pack on his back and his brothers dagger on his waist. He never said a thing to his parents. He just left.

=== One fateful Afternoon ===
'''32 ABY'''
Coop received a holocron with some directions on it. He followed them to the site where a small shuttle was waiting there for him. He paused once to look back over his shoulder before climbing aboard.

=== Faithful Clash ===
Coop looked around him as his haze of intoxication finally wore off. Coop Looked around at the windowless room. 'Where am I?' Coop thought to himself as he rubbed his eyes and took account of all of his equipment. Once Coop took a full account of himself and his surroundings he realized the only thing he was missing was a very large sum of credits.

Coop scratched his face as he knelt down to assess the extent of the damage on the Twi'Lek's body. Coop could tell this man was viciously assaulted with a lightsaber and the deep burn in his upper right arm coincided with damage created by a standard issue military sniper rifle system. Coop was surprised the Twi'Lek wasn't missing that arm entirely.

Coop investigated the Twi'Lek's pockets and discovered a substantial amount of credits on him. 'Hmm, this will almost double the losses for the night,' Coop thought to himself as he counted it. Coop remembered seeing this armor around. 'I know this armor,' Coop dug through his memories before it came back to him. Coop felt dumb for not recognizing the armor at first.

“A merc,” Coop said aloud as he rose and made his way to the door where the distant sound of speeders humming through the atmosphere could be heard. As Coop reached down he realized the door did not have any form of handle or access pad. Coop could feel his annoyance and rage begin to boil.

Coop thought maybe the pad was hidden for some form of sleekness. Coop reached out with the force to see if he could detect anything in the walls or on the other side of the wall. Coop fell a sudden wall in the force around him. 'What in the...' Coop thought to himself. He had never been stopped so abruptly and suddenly.

“Well door,” Coop said with a smile, “you have elected to open by the way of pain.”

With a flip of his wrist coop produced his emerald lightsaber and gave it a violent spin before he plunged it hilt deep into the metal door with a wry smirk. Coop was surprised to find that the door was not that think and that it cut easily. Coop had a medium sized doorway cut out before he stepped back and deactivated his emerald blade with a whiz and a light pop from the release of the arc. Coop gave the mercenary one last glance over his shoulder before he made his way through the door.

Coop exited the doorway only to find four men with brandishing lightsabers and in the attire of a jedi. Coop's wry smirk returned as he reached out with the force to assess the power of the four men standing before him. Coop recognized one of the men as a Nautolan from his childhood. 'Small galaxy,' Coop thought to himself as he reignited the saber and took a standard banlanth stance before the men. Coop couldn't feel much control of the force or emotion from any of the men so they couldn't be more than padawan learners or newly appointed Jedi knights.

Coop knew which one was going to attack him first just by reading the force that emanated off him. Coop's constant training of his precognitive abilities was finally paying off. Coop deflected the novice downward slash with a slight flick of the wrist bringing his lightsaber from his right to his left in front of him. After bating the mans attack aside Coop stepped to his right and spun back to his left bringing his lightsaber across the mans shoulders. The man's face was still a look of bewilderment as his head rolled across the floor to a stop at the Nautolan Jedi's Feet.

“Quick, if you don't scurry back to your master,” Coop's smirk reemerged, “You may end up like your friend here, lacking in the head department, and I hear they are an important appendage to keep attached.”

The three remaining men tossed glances back and forth before they all nodded. The one to Coop's far right charged in for a stab that a blind Wookie could have seen a mile off. With one movement Coop smacked the mans charge to the right with a downward slash from across his body. With a quick turn of his wrist, the man that charged in at Coop, didn't even realized the Sith's lightsaber was buried hilt deep in his chest until he fell slain at Coop's feet.

“Next.”

Coop smiled as the last two showed signs of a wavering confidence. Coop changed his tactics and charged the two. As he charged Coop hit the Nautolan Jedi in the chest with a force push that sent the man flying into the wall behind him. Coop could sense the remaining Jedi's swing and easily dodged to his left. The man's swing flew wildly past Coop which caused him to stumble past the Sith. Coop came in fast behind the man, grappling him to the ground and stabbing him in the throat.

The Jedi's passing was not quick nor was it painless as he laid on the ground gasping in agony as his life faded from existence. Coop squared off with the final combatant. The Nautolan was named Glik Ter'An. He was one of Coop's classmates from childhood. Coop was not impressed with the Nautolan's ability. His rudimentary knowledge of banlanth was a joke. The Nautolan didn't even have a strong connection with the force. This fight wouldn't even provide Coop with a smidgen of entertainment, let alone a test of skill.

Coop spun to his left with his saber out wide, smacking the Nautolan's lightsaber out wide to his left. Coop just spun his saber in circles as he waited for Glik to attack. Glik stood there looking from his fallen comrades to his old classmate who stood there shrouded in black standing over their corpses.

“So,” Glik flinched as Coop broke the silence, “You have three options,” Coop paused to wait for Glik to tear his gaze from his dead friends, “Glik isn't it?” Glik nodded with out looking away from the bodies, “option one is you can flee as fast as you can, you may survive,” Coop paused as Glik looked up at him, “depends if I feel like chasing you across this planet, the second option is you attack like these three idiots and I kill you,” Glik's eyes locked on to Coop's lightsaber, “or you could give in to your grief and hate and join the winning team.” Coop changed his stance with his hands out wide. Coop was goading Glik into attacking him. Any Jedi worth his weight in gold would never fall for this little trick. Glik was not worth his weight in gold.

Glik's stare changed to a smirk. He charged in at Coop with a downward slash. Coop smiled as he burst into motion. He stepped to left as he swiped Glik's attacked to the side. This movement put Coop's emerald saber behind the lavender blade of Glik, and with a light pull from Coop's left to his right Glik fell to his knees as his head bounced across the floor. His face still holding onto the look of puzzlement as Coop deactivated his lightsaber and made his way to a screen. He opened the user logs and searched the names and dates before he came upon something that bothered him immensely. Coop read the info out loud to ensure he was reading it right.

“Log 382, Jedi Knight Coog Ter'An, Capture of Lord Macron Goura Sadow's Apprentice.” Coop felt like he had just been hit by the Grand Master's strongest force push. One of Coop's missing brothers was a Jedi.

Coop took several moments before he gathered his thoughts of his brother and the feeling of elation that welled up inside him.

As Coop exited the corridor he was in, he walked out on to a shuttle landing pad. There was one definitive problem as he look around with irritation. There was no shuttle to steal. Coop's plan was shot to pieces as he stood there looking around. Coop knew he couldn't pull a shuttle down while it moved at top speed, so he would have to improvise. The problem was Coop couldn't concentrate on the task at hand. His thoughts on his brother being a Jedi were to much to concentrate through.

Coop finally decided to sit and meditate to see if he could calm his nerves. Suddenly the steady hum of a shuttle's approach broke his concentration. Coop knew that this was not a shuttle he wanted to have to confront but the fight was inevitable. Coop rose and brandished his emerald lightsaber as he paced back and forth bringing back all the memories of hatred, of anger, and emotion he could use to win this fight.

The shuttle came to a hovering halt as the bay door lowered and a single form descended to the landing pad. The man turned and brandished his blue lightsaber and took a combat stance. Coop still could not see the man's face but he knew it was Coog. As the shuttle ascended to a safe distance Coop's adversary was revealed. The blue skinned Nautolan that stood across from him was his older brother Coog Ter'An. Coop's emotions became resolute. He would either turn his brother to the dark side of the force or he would destroy him.

“Well ain't this an unpleasant surprise,” Coop announced to his brother, “two brothers pitted against one another in a live or die scenario, man this is really going to suck to have to put you down.”

“Coop, it's not too late to change your wa...” Coop's upraised hand silenced his brother.
“No need to even try, I am quite happy where I am Coog,” Coop could not hold his smile in any longer, “See I enjoy destroying things and not being looked down on for it.”
“Coop, if you will not listen to me then listen to our older brother,” Coog relaxed his stance as he looked for some sort of sign of Coop's reaction. Coop just smirked and stood there.
“So where is our older brother Coog?” Coop asked as he began to pace back and forth slowly, “by the way, whats with the dead merc back there?”
“He tried to defend you when we took you into custody.”
“Really,” Coop said with a chuckle, “I have no idea who that merc was but he looks like you guys had a hard time with him.”
“Yes, he fault like one possessed, he kept saying that we would regret the day we tried to cross the dark brotherhood.”

“So where is Caas?” Coop asked as he slowly felt his irritation boiling over.
“He will be here momentarily,” Coog replied with a smirk, “patience little brother.”
“See patience is not,” Coop's voice began to grow a threatening tone as his emotions fine tuned into a solid rage, “one of my strong suits!” Coop cleared the distance between the two nautolans almost instantaneously. Coop lead with a downward swing that his brother easily blocked. Coop turned to his right, putting his back to his brother and spun his emerald blade out wide with his left hand as he ducked down dodging his brother's horizontal slash from Coop's left to his right as he spun around to attack him again. Coop brought his blade up in a diagonal slash that Coog dodged by ducking to his left. Coop could sense his brother's next move as he brought his saber in a full circle to block his brother's horizontal slash. With a push Coop disengaged the two lightsabers which fed into his brother's momentum as he spun around to try the other side. Coop's emerald blade was waiting for him as it collided with Coog's sapphire blue lightsaber. The ensuing sparks from the collision caused Coog to retreat quickly out of range of his brother so that he could reattain his full visual spectrum. Coop didn't waste any time as he erupted with a burst of speed towards his brother and aimed a dual-handed downward slash at his disoriented brother. Coop's emerald blade was stopped just shy of his older brother's head by a lavender blade. Coop looked to his right where a cloaked figure stood holding the lightsabers intricate hilt.
“That is no way to treat your twin brother Coop,” The man's voice soothingly slipped from beneath the cloak and like tendrils bored their way into his subconscious mind. Coop shook it off as he realized who the man was. Coop spun to his right bringing his lightsaber across the throat of the cloaked man. The man was fast but not fast enough to have the fastener to his hood removed. The cloak laid clumsily over the man's face.

“You show some skill with a lightsaber little brother.”
“And you show none Caas,” as Coop called his oldest brothers name the cloaked figure tossed his shroud to the ground behind him.
“I bet you want some answers,” Coop stopped Caas with an upraised hand.
“How many Jedi do I have to humiliate and kill for you to get the clue, I like where I am at,” Coop reached his hand out and could feal the tendrils of energy course down his arm as he wrenched Coog's lightsaber from his hand, “Oh, and I was wondering, is that your weakness or something, I think I have shut up two of you today with just my upraised palm, are you that weak willed that you would just shut up, is my palm that scary?!?” Coop was using this diversionary tactic as not only a way to gain a little time now that he had caught the attention of some onlookers with speeders, but also a way to build up his rage just in case he had to actually stand and fight both of his brothers. Coop's waste of time paid off as a lone speeder came within his jumping distance. Coop didn't squander the chance.

Coop burst into motion towards the craft. With a flick of his wrist Coop threw a crate toward the incapacitated Coog and leaped the expanse, landing on the civilian craft. Coop lifted the lone driver and plunged his lightsaber through his chest, wounding him mortally and then threw him at his older brother who would have to give up the pursuit to save the man's life.

As Coop sped off towards the safe house Caas helped Coog up to his feet.
“Juliet one, we need emergency personnel at holding area Zulu, one civilian with a lightsaber wound to the chest,” Caas turned to the three dead bodies, “also inform the council that we have four funeral rights to perform, Master Caas out.”

“Master Caas,” Coog approached his older brother, “I am sorry I was not strong enough, he has been lead to far off the path to be brought back to the light.”
“Its sad,” Master Caas replied, “it was our fault for keeping him in the dark about us leaving.”

Coop's mind was racing as he arrived at the safe house and gave them his entrance codes. His brothers were both alive and both Jedi. How did they get to where they were and why did they not contact him or his family. Coop could only think of one reason.

It all came together as he sat down in the interrogation room. His family and clan all knew they had left and that telling him would only make him want to leave and join them. What good that did for them to keep this secret. He had just left anyway. Coop was infuriated at the notion that his entire clan had deceived him. They would meet their reckoning day, Coop would ensure that. Coop looked up at the man before him. A human female with brown hair and blue eyes sat across from him.

“So,” The woman looked into a file before her, “my name is.”
“Teu Pepoi, Rollmaster of Clan Naga Sadow, I know of you,” Coop stared evenly into the womans blue eyes.
“Well, Protector Ter'An you have some explaining to do as to why you disappeared for a week,” Teu stopped for a second and produced Coog's lightsaber that Coop had taken from his brother, “and why you have the weapon of a Jedi on your person.”
“Yes ma'am I do,” Coop took a deep breath as he explained the incident that took place and all the details of what happened.

=== Hunting Asajj ===

Coop entered the briefing room where Prelate L’eonheart stood. Coop sat before the Prelate, whom seemed to be deep in thought as he looked over Coops briefing. Prelate L’eonheart ran his hand through his long brown braids before addressing Coop.

“Do you know who Asajj Ventress is?” Prelate L’eonheart inquired.
“I recognize the name from the clone war records but I can not recall the specifics sir.” Coop began searching his mind for any info associated with his name.

“I also remember something about one of her followers,” Coop continued on the Prelates nod, “He was called Savage Opress, during his assault on the temple of Eedit he killed two jedi, a master Halsey and his apprentice Knox. He ended up being the long lost brother of Darth Maul and a considerable pain in Ventress’ plans in the end, but I don’t know much beyond that she trained him and trained with him.”

“You are correct but you lack all the details, after a fight between her master Dooku and a pair of jedi she was mortally wounded and thought to be dead.” Mirado paused as he sat down, “She was loaded on a medical ship called Bright Flight, which just showed up on Pieralos. Your records indicate you grew up just south of there. Is that True?”

“Yes sir.” Coops thought began to race. His home world was not a place where outsiders would find it easy. Coop knew his contacts would have good intel on his targets location.

“We need you to engage Assajj Ventress in Pieralos and find out her motives,” Mirado looked at the datapad with concern, “and if she is not acting in our best interests you are to engage and detain her or terminate her only if necessary, remember she is a master in the Niman style.”

“Yes sir,” Coop rose and began to leave.
“Guardian,” Coop paused and looked over his shoulder at the Prelate, “Be very cautious Assajj is a very,” Mirado paused, “unique adversary, remember your training and you should be fine.”
“Yes sir,” Coop exited the briefing room and made his way to the shuttle bay where he boarded the Naga Sadow shuttle. After a few hours Coop stepped off the shuttle onto Glee Anselm.

The Pieralos shuttle Port was unusually busy that afternoon as Coop made his way to the Customs officer.

“Do ya have any off world plants or livestock?”
“Do I look like I am dragging a banth along where ever I go.”
The customs officer looked up from his screen and recognized the dark jedi brotherhood battle garments. He clicked a few buttons before continuing.
“Do ya have any weapons on you?”
Coop pulled his robe to the side revealing his and his twin brothers lightsaber.
“That would be a no.” The Nautolan pressed a few more buttons before he spoke again, “you are cleared to move everywhere on Glee Anselm, welcome home Coop.”

Coop smiled and nodded as he moved past the customs officer. Coop entered the atrium of the Shuttle port and looked around for any of his contacts. Coop saw one he could count on so he slowly made his way over until he came up to the Kiosk and began to browse. The white skinned nautolan did not look up from what he was doing as he began to talk.

“So ‘you’ are back in town,” the man shot Coop a gaze over his datapad, “must be some big game in town.”
“Don’t play games with me,” Coops stated as he put down a datapad, “have you seen a Dathomiri woman? I am not sure if she was alone or with another but she would be bald or she could have any length of brown hair.”
The white skinned nautolan looked across the atrium at two cloaked figures standing at another kiosk.

“There is a nightsister and possibly a nightbrother with her but she is definitely dathomiri.”
Coop fished in his pocket for a few credits and laid them on the counter of the kiosk and nodded at the contact before he made his way to the two cloaked figures. Coop stayed out of direct contact before he could get a visual on the shorter of the two whom he presumed to be his target. One of the cloaked figures stood at approximately coops size and the other being significantly shorter at approximately a foot shorter around five foot.

The shorter of the two looked up at the taller one and said something. Suddenly both of the cloaked figures looked Coop dead in the eyes. He suddenly realized that he was looking the target in the eyes. The taller figure was Assajj but the shorter one looked like a younger more youthful version of Assajj. Assajj had let her hair grow out in a deep auburn brown. Coop was struck by her sheer beauty but he did not waiver in this stare off.

“Ma’am, could I possibly speak with you in private,” Assajj’s smirk cut like a blade as she nodded.
“It seems the powers at play would have words with me.” Assajj moved towards a nearby alleyway. As they entered the alley she moved to a defensive spot near a door she positioned the young woman behind her.
“So who may I ask is irritating me?” Assajj’s rage and irritation was evident in her tone.
“I am Guardian Coop Ter’An of the Dark Jedi Brotherhood,” Coop paused as he produced a datapad, “My leadership would like to talk with you.”

“You mean they want to know her motives and if they benefit your group?”
Coop paused as he looked at the young woman who had poked her head out from under Assajj’s elbow. Then it hit Coop. This was her daughter.
“How old is she?” Coop directed the question at Assajj.
“I do not believe that is any of your business,” Assajj snapped back as her hands went to her hips where her lightsabers rested. Coop could feel her irritation welling up.
“I am fifteen mister,” the girl squeaked as Assajj shot her a look.
“Fifteen, eh?” Coop smiled as he crouched down to look up at the teenage girl, “You must be a natural with a light…”
“Mister Ter’An I will ask you not to continue that statement,” the look that Assajj shot at Coop was more of a threat than a caution, “My daughter is not and will never be versed in such things.” The tone of Assajj’s voice warned Coop not to continue but Coop didn’t take threats or warnings very well.
“Is that your choice young one?”
“Mister Ter’An I will not ask you again.”
“Assajj Ventress I don’t think you want to attack a local on this planet.” Coop threatened. Assajj’s glare could have melted ice. “You were once the peak of Niman but you are no longer a piece on the board with any weight behind it. You are not an allied or enemy Queen, just a rogue pawn whom needs to decide where her allegiances lay.

“If you must know I am teaching my daughter the ways of your people,” She paused as a smile spread across her face, “And you should not threaten someone who has powerful and influential friends.”
Coop could hear [HER] the men as they entered the alley. The smile on Coops face was almost one of joy as he removed the fastener just below his neck. The dark green cloak fell to the floor as Coop produced his neon green lightsaber in his left hand. With a smirk to Assajj and a flick of his wrist coop spun around to meet the two men who were both wielding red lightsabers. Coop produced his other lightsaber that he had taken from his older twin brother. Coop flipped his wrist and produced the sapphire blade of his brothers saber in his right hand. Coop smiled as the two rogue sith looked at each other.

“Well boys shall we tango?” Coop waded into the two sith with one saber held high and the other at hip level as he spun. The Sith easily defended the simple attack. Coop had privately been training with a few masters of Niman so he had a rudimentary knowledge of the fighting style. Coop held his own against the two sith soldiers. Coops parried one high and the other low and struck out when he could but he was at a disadvantage with the two sabers. His fighting was clumsy but effective for defense. Coop force jumped [JMP] back and away from the sith and deactivated his brothers sapphire lightsaber before he replaced it on his hip and fell into his more comfortable banlanth form.

“This is way more fun,” Coops smile could have been seen from orbit, “I like these odds, two on one seems fair enough.”
“Don’t get too over confident Jedi scum,” one of the sith soldiers bellowed before he made a sprinting charge in at Coop.
“Wait,” Coops upraised hand stopped the sith short, “you think I am a Jedi?”
“You carry two weapons of the Jedi.”
“No I just don’t like the color red,” Coops statement caused both sith to look at each other, “I am a guardian in the Dark Jedi Brotherhood you idiots.”
“Well which house are you with?”
“Well that is none of your dang business.”
“Then you are lying!” The other sith exclaimed.
“I don’t have time to argue semantics with either of you idiots.” Coop waded back into the fray with the two sith. The sith on his left was a zabrak and the one on the right looked human. Coop brought an arcing slash across his chest from his right to his left knocking the zabraks downward slash into the ground. Coop then spun to his left and brought his saber in an upward slash between himself and the human sith. The move brought his saber in behind the humans head level slash. Coop ducked under the blow and redirected the saber as he turned his hips to the left. The Zabrak turned right into his partners attack. As the human realized what had happened Coop close in on his undefended back and plunged the green lightsaber through his back and out his chest. Coop deactivated his lightsaber and turned to Assajj.

“Now that is over with may we continue with our inane posturing or will you talk with my leadership.”
“I would not be as easy as them to take down. You have a solid ability with banlanth form which you combine with your creativity making watching your simple fighting fun. But you lack the pure ability to take me down.” Coop’s smirk never left his face as he spun his lightsaber, “Yet you don’t stand down from the challenge. I don’t know if that is arrogance or confidence, but you clearly do not fear me.”
“So will you speak with my leadership?” Coop asked again.
“I have one condition.” Assajj took a less violent stance.
“Sure why not.”
“You do not mention to your masters who she is.” The love in Assajj Ventress’ eyes was unexpected and caught Coop off guard. He had read all the mission data on her and how she was cruel and violent, yet in front of him he saw a loving mother, not the assassin turned sith lord.”
“If she is seen they will know you two are almost clones.”
“Where will we be going for this meeting?”
“I will have to contact my leadership in a moment.”
“Then if you don’t mind I would like to take my daughter shopping she needs some new cloths.”
“That is fine I will be close by, I will contact you when they are ready for you ma’am.”

Coop kept tight surveillance on Assajj as he contacted his superiors.
“Master L’eonheart I have made contact with the target.”
“I copy Guardian Ter’An was she any trouble?”
“No sir, she actually never drew her lightsaber, she did agree to meet with you can you get that set up?”
“Yes I just arrived at Pieralos Space Port. I will have our men stationed here set up a secure location for us to meet. I will send you the coordinates.”
“Yes sir I will reestablish contact with Ventress and we will make our way to the coordinates.”

Coop made his way to Assajj through the crowd.
“Ma’am, I made contact with my superiors, one of them is on world and is securing a location to meet.”
“I sense him when he set foot on the planet.”
“It should only take a short time to secure a meeting location,” as Coop spoke his datapad on his wrist lit up with the coordinates, “Assajj it is time to meet them. Do you want to leave your daughter somewhere?”
“No, she might as well come,” Assajj turned to Coop, “ I want your word that you will not let anything happen to her if this goes bad.”
“Why would you want me to do that?”
“Because you don’t seem that big of a fool to anger me or the people I am affiliated with.”
“I don’t think this meeting will go that bad,” Coop paused and looked at the teenager, “Why don’t you commit her to training she seems like she would do very well.”
“I have given it some serious thought,” Assajj paused and looked at her daughter, “And I never was able to convince myself, she is my princess.”
“Well if you ever do, the Brotherhood has some great trainers.” Coop paused as he looked at his datapad.
The three set out from the space port and met up with the Prelates security detail who escorted them to the facility.
As Assajj entered the meeting room Coop took up a position in the corner with Assajj’s daughter. Coop leaned down and whispered into Assajj’s daughters ear.
“Not a word.” Coop stood back up and nodded to Prelate L’eonheart as he entered the room. The Prelate made his way to the seat across from the table from Assajj. He sat and began flipping through the file on the datapad infront of him.

“So you were supposed to be dead.” Mirado looked up from his datapad into the pale blue eyes of Assajj, “How have you stayed off the radar up until now?”
“Smart movement, and elimination of problems with quick decisive action.” Assajj’s answers were quick and to the point. Coop didn’t know if Mirado was impressed or irritated. After three hours of questioning the big one came up.
“So who is the young lady traveling with you?” Assajj looked into Mirado’s eyes and took a deep breath.
“She is my daughter.”
Silence fell in the room. Looks were shot in the direction of the girl and Coop placed his right hand on the young girl’s shoulder. As the initial shock wore off and Mirado continued Coop leaned in and whispered something into the girl’s ear who then whispered something back into his.

“What is your name young one?” Coop had asked.
“My name is Talia, Talia Ventruss.”

== DJB Facts ==
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== Trivia ==

[[Category:Rogue]]
[[Category:DJB Characters]]

Broken Gate

2012-09-27T23:34:04Z

Coop Ter-An: /* Brotherhood Practitioners */

[[File:Force_Wars-TEA.jpg|thumb|200px|right|Broken Gate originated from the ancient Jedi]]

[[Broken Gate]] is an ancient martial art first formulated by the [[starwars:Jedi|Jedi]] in the era before the [[starwars:Galactic_Republic|Republic]] and is currently practiced by members of the [[Dark Brotherhood]]. The style focuses on strong upper-body strikes powered by both muscle and body movement, as well as powerful knee strikes and stomping kicks. Defense relies primarily on avoiding or withstanding attacks.

Before the Republic was formed, the Jedi were required to be a primarily martial order. Their training was intended to both develop their self-discipline and make them effective fighting tools to guard the nascent galactic government. Like all of their training, the Jedi taught Broken Gate between one master and one student, although masters would take as many as two or three students if instruction was hard to come by.

The beginnings of Broken Gate training are characterized by long, deep stances designed to develop strength in the martial artist's legs. Then, repetitive basic punches and kicks are added to improve muscle memory and develop upper-body strength and overall flexibility. Broken Gate schools were famous for their day-long training sessions where students would stay in a prescribed stance for upwards of ten hours, constantly punching and kicking. As training progressed, students were required to learn how to take blows from each other – as the student climbed in rank, the blows would become more forceful.

Broken Gate is characterized by hard upper-body strikes and stomping kicks. The attacks are designed to penetrate an opponent's guard through the sheer level of damage inflicted; the art's name was taken from a story of the first Master, Jae Dal, who reputedly smashed open a meter-thick [[starwars:Wood|wooden]] gate with one blow of his fist. Because of the nature of the strikes, Broken Gate practitioners tend to avoid secondary blocks, and train themselves to dodge or simply absorb attacks. Lower-level students tend to dodge more, while more experienced fighters could shrug off most strikes. Masters of Broken Gate were legendary for their resilience, able to brush away even the fiercest of unarmed blows.

== Details ==

=== Stance ===
After developing leg strength and proper stance, Broken Gate fighters can stand as if “rooted” to the ground. While this stance is difficult to move from, it makes the Broken Gate fighter very difficult to push, unbalance or throw.

=== Striking ===
Striking uses some hip rotation to achieve its power, though kicks rely more on the strength of the leg muscles. Some hip motion is included, typically thrusting the hips in the direction of the blow as the attack is launched. Strikes are performed with the heel of the foot or closed fist to maximize damage and prevent injury to the attacker.

=== Defense ===
Broken Gate tends to use static blocks, absorbing the blow on harder surfaces like the shin and forearm rather than take the blow on a soft target like the stomach or face. The art does teach some evasion techniques, but the Average Broken Gate stylist will more frequently use a block.

=== Training ===
Taught in specialized schools across most [[starwars:Planet|planets]] with major cities, Broken Gate is relatively easy to seek training in, but in order to achieve true mastery, one almost always finds themselves seeking the elusive 'masters', which typically live off the grid.

=== Weapons ===
Broken Gate adherents typically eschew weapons, saying that nature gave them all the weapons that they will need. Many [[starwars:Non-Human|non-Human]] adherents have found techniques particularly effective when used with specific traits of their physiology, such as claws, horns, etc.

=== Summary ===
'''Level:''' Core

'''Prerequisites:''' STR 18

'''Style:''' Hard

'''Weapons:''' Empty hand

* • Kick, Punch, Sidestep
* •• Joint Break, Rooted Stance, Elbow Strike
* ••• Angle Step, Knee Strike, Stomping Kick, Bash
* •••• Earthquake Kick, Iron Body, Close Distance, Paralyzing Strike
* ••••• Speed Break, Flying Kick, Iron Mountain, Leg Take-down, Catapult Strike

== Brotherhood Practitioners ==
<table style="width:100%"><tr>
<td style="vertical-align:top">
* [[Muz|Muz Ashen]]
* [[Sarin|Darth Sarin]]
* [[Taigikori Aybara Dupar]]
* [[Shikyo Keibatsu|Shikyo '''Keibatsu''']]
* [[Zandro Savric Erinos]]
* [[Tirano Yamayura]]
* [[Driftan Housan]]
* [[Celahir Erinos]]
* Du Maurier d'Tana
* [[Wuntila]]
* [[Ryben Tosh]]
</td>
<td style="vertical-align:top">
* [[Llats Ordo]]
* [[Astronicus Aurelius Sadow|Astronicus "Tron" Aurelius Sadow]]
* [[Manji Keibatsu Sadow|Manji '''Keibatsu''' Sadow]]
* [[Macron Goura Sadow]]
* [[Malisane Sadow]]
* Horus Blackheart
* [[Fremoc Pepoi]]
* [[Dyrra Skye]]
* Teu Pepoi
* [[Araxis Pepoi Farron]]
</td>
<td style="vertical-align:top">
* Glorin
* Axel Kyramud
* [[Malik]]
* [[Habib Ali]]
* [[Dalthid]]
* [[Callus Bo'Amar]]
* [[Mitsuhide Akechi]]
* [[Julius Caesar|Gaius Julius Caesar]]
* Rokar Eekin
* [[Angelo Dante|Angelo Palpatine Dante]]
* [[Koskian 'Psyko' d'Tana]]
</td>
<td style="vertical-align:top">
* [[Brent "Archangel" Ligur Victae]]
* [[Exodius]]
* [[Uzbad Zol Tamalar]]
* [[Aesir]]
* [[Kael Fayne]]
* [[Faukes]]
* [[Reman Khaar]]
* Callidous
* [[Jac Cotelin]]
* [[Duga Taldrya Arkarso]]
* [[Vodo Biask Taldrya]]
</td>
<td style="vertical-align:top">
* Ayden Dane
* Fignakhores Z'Er "Figzer" Tanumman
* [[Sith Bloodfyre-Tarentae]]
* [[Maxamillian von Oberst-Tarentae]]
* [[Frosty Romanae Tarentae]]
* [[Scion Altera]]
* [[Arturis Schulen|Raimi Mistwalker]]
* Aegis Fang
* [[Tyyravis Nami Dantes]]
* [[Nichos Rhade]]
* [[Ronovi Tavisaen]]
* [[Coop Ter'An]]
[[Category:Martial Arts]]

Dulon

2012-09-27T23:33:20Z

Coop Ter-An: /* Brotherhood Practitioners */

[[File:Dulon.jpg|thumb|200px|right|Dulon]]
'''Dulon''' has many names. Called by differing names in many different societies, it seems that Truth is universal, this [[Category:Martial Arts]] having progressed almost identically in several societies almost identically. As such, there is much argument over when or where the art of Dulon evolved. Most scholars agree that the art is an evolved amalgamation of several internal-type styles. [[starwars:Humans|Humans]] have primarily been responsible for the dissemination of this style, but other races practice it as well. It is now flung across the entire [[starwars:Galaxy|galaxy]], with many [[starwars:Species|species]] adhering to the Art.

Dulon is an elegant art. It draws upon internal strength, using the body’s own life energy to perform the techniques. The style is graceful, and eschews brute force for speed and alacrity.

The primary repertoire of a Dulon fighter involves using one’s opponent’s energy and strength against them. Dulon could be considered a “fluid” art, believing in presenting nothing for an opponent to strike. One Master even stated, “The best defense is simply to not be there.” By evading the brute force of an opponent, the Dulon adherent will seek to leave himself an avenue to take advantage of the assailant.

Strikes can be augmented by the advanced artist with life energy, delivering powerful blows even with little visible movement. Slowed down, one can almost see the master's strike move in a 'wave' from the ground, his legs grounded in the floor, seemingly drawing strength from it. The Masters have an almost religious following, rumors and tales telling of their accomplishments, often attributing supernatural strength to their actions.

Taught in devoted studios, this art can be learned by anyone, although it takes true devotion, years of study, and a lot of willpower to truly master the art. The youngest one to have been considered a true 'Master' of Dulon had spent 60 years studying the art. Some have complained that this is elitism, but the truth of the matter is that these masters still hold the skill to defeat almost any challengers, even (if one were to believe the tales) [[starwars:Jedi|Jedi]].

== Details ==

=== Stance ===
The Dulon stance is designed to present a smaller target to the opponent. The body is turned slightly to the side; with the feet roughly shoulder width apart thus granting better balance and stability. Hands are held loosely up at chest level ready to deflect or throw an opponent.

=== Striking ===
There are few actual strikes in Dulon as this art focuses on utilizing an opponent’s momentum to throw them off balance and topple them to the ground. Once on the ground elbow and palm strikes are common to augment grappling techniques and subdue an opponent. Throws are divided by anatomical region such as hip or foot, there is one form called the Sacrifice that involves driving an opponent backwards and forcing them to land on their neck or head. If done properly it is said there is no defense.

=== Defense ===
Dulon defense is based on the principle of using the opponents own power against them. Throws and grappling are the two mainstays of the practitioner of Dulon with very few hard strikes. This is an art of endurance in which the opponent will wear themselves out in a futile attempt at engaging the practitioner.

=== Training ===
This martial art is taught in studios all over the galaxy. Instruction is available to any who have the time, dedication, and money necessary to learn. Patience is essential as it can take years to achieve even the first rank advancement. Classes are taught to groups with an emphasis on one-on-one sparring called “Free-Practice” in which students are free to use any technique or weapon to further their own understanding of Dulon’s applications against other forms. Chokeholds, arm-bars, sacrifice take-downs, and joint-locks are also allowed during “Free-Practice” but not during regular training as these are potentially deadly.

=== Summary ===
'''Level:''' Core

'''Prerequisites:''' DEX 15

'''Style:''' Hard

'''Weapons:''' Empty hand

* • Basic Take-down, Basic Throw
* •• Ocean’s Wave, Earth Rumbles, Tree Falling
* ••• Serpent’s Grip, Shattered Stone, Broken Limb
* •••• Rolling Hill, Dancing Fire, Tidal Wave, Mountain Strength
* ••••• Sacrifice, Avalanche, Entrapment, Splintered Mind

== Brotherhood Practitioners ==
<table style="width:100%"><tr>
<td style="vertical-align:top">
* [[Muz|Muz Ashen]]
* [[Korras]]
* [[Kir Katarn]]
* [[Halcyon Taldrya]]
* [[Strategos Thanatos Entar Arconae]]
* [[Timeros Caesus Entar]]
* [[Vassan Rokir]]
* Ethran Sayre Isradia
* [[Lan]]
* [[Legorii Kryotek Entar]]
* [[Driftan Housan]]
* [[JScumm]]
* [[Celahir Erinos]]
* [[Etah d'Tana]]
* [[Inarya]]
* [[Talos d'Tana]]
* Xar'Khan
* [[Earnest]]
</td>
<td style="vertical-align:top">
* [[Ryben Tosh]]
* Ophelia Creo
* Locar Dedar
* [[Xia Long]]
* Asura Isradia Sadow
* [[Macron Goura Sadow]]
* [[Ekeia Iclo]]
* [[Jade Sadow|Jades A Sadow]]
* [[Raven]]
* Horus Blackheart
* [[Dyrra Skye]]
* [[Jeric Cyrin]]
* Teu Pepoi
* [[Tyren Atema]]
* [[Araxis Pepoi Farron]]
* [[Arian Crass]]
* [[Cev Nabina]]
* Rang Verda
</td>
<td style="vertical-align:top">
* Aleksandr DiKrasnos
* Elleron Morakei
* [[Quejo Drakai Xyler|Quejo Drakai]]
* [[Malik]]
* [[Raiju|Raiju‎]]
* [[Guinevere Deschain]]
* Sanguinus Tsucyra Entar
* [[Tyno]]
* [[Krandon Rowella|Krandon "Jenkins" Rowella]]
* [[Aabsdu Dupar]]
* [[Ashia Kagan Keibatsu|Ashia Kagan '''Keibatsu''']]
* [[Tek Cicero Dantes]]
* [[Mitsuhide Akechi]]
* [[Tra'an Reith]]
* [[Sanjuro Sledge Keibatsu|Sanjuro "Sledge" '''Keibatsu''']]
* [[Valorian]]
* [[Anarya Elvendar]]
* [[Eiko Lanzer|Eiko]]
</td>
<td style="vertical-align:top">
* Jarith Krassa
* [[Arania Lawakiro Palpatine]]
* [[RevengeX Palpatine]]
* [[Angelo Dante|Angelo Palpatine Dante]]
* [[Koskian 'Psyko' d'Tana]]
* [[Brent "Archangel" Ligur Victae]]
* [[Exodius]]
* [[Koryn Thraagus]]
* [[Rayne]]
* Cado H'darr
* [[Lucien]]
* Iblis Satanique
* [[Jac Cotelin]]
* [[Alanna Taldrya]]
* [[Duga Taldrya Arkarso]]
* [[Andan Taldrya Marshall]]
* [[Vardar|Vardar Fen'Amar Taldrya]]
* [[Vladet Taldrya Xavier]]
</td>
<td style="vertical-align:top">
* [[Anubis Annedu]]
* Gobhainn Sgath
* Kanzuki Ozen
* [[Adrian Agrippa]]
* Ryloth Scrimus
* [[Anshar Kahn Tarentae]]
* [[Sith Bloodfyre-Tarentae]]
* [[Saitou Tarentae]]
* [[Archean Erinos Tarentae]]
* [[Scion Altera]]
* [[Solus Gar]]
* [[Jagen Phoenix]]
* Talon Zetar
* [[Aegis Fang]]
* [[Elric Kyes]]
* [[Coop Ter'An]]
[[Category:Martial Arts]]

Coop Ter'An

2012-09-27T22:12:37Z

Coop Ter-An:

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|type=Obelisk
|image=[[File:Coop1.jpg|250px]]
|firstname=Coop Ter'An
|homeworld=[[starwars:Glee Anselm|Glee Anselm]]
|birth=[[10 ABY to 19 ABY|16 ABY]]
|death= ???
|species=Nautolan
|gender=Male
|hair=blue tentacles with black tattoos
|eyes=Black
|skin=Blue
|height=6ft
|weight=180lbs
|masters=* [[Balia Donos]]
* [[Macron Sadow]]
|enemies=none
|form=*Banlanth
|saber= one green, armory saber, one blue, stole from brother|
|fightingstyle= * [[Dulon]]
* [[Broken Gate]]
* [[Carinor]]
|position=none held
|era= [[Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era]]
|affiliation= *Clan [[Naga Sadow]]
*[[Tridens]] Of [[Tarentum]]
*Kraken of [[Tarentum]]
*[[Kaerner]] of [[Tarentum]]
|dossier=[[dossier:11209|11209]]
}}

{{Quote|If you stand with me I will be your greatest ally, if you stand against me I will lay your remains across the rocks at my feet|Coop Ter'An}}

'''Coop Ter'An''' is a blue skinned nautolan from Glee Anselm. He was born into a clan that had a reputation for a large population of blue skinned nautolans. Coop is a tall muscled nautolan. One of his sensory tentacles has a split tip. His eyes are a deep black, and he has no hair.

== Character History ==
Coop Ter'An grew up in a small village just south of the Pieralos. The capital city of the Nautolan race. He grew up in a small village not worrying about many cares of life. Coop had rarely ever seen a human and most of them where friendly fishers. Coop had two brothers and three sisters. He was the only blue Nautolan in his family and the tribe they lived with.

[[File:Coop Ter'An.jpg|thumb|229px|left]]

=== Bad happenings ===
'''28 ABY'''
Coop's childhood was spent swimming around in the deep underwater caverns with his two brothers. One day when he was young his two older brothers left him behind at the village. He was busy talking to some human so they decided to leave without him. Coop didn't realize they had left until they where already in the water and out of sight. Coop knew the region well so he went into the water. After about an hour of searching for his two brother he found a small dagger just floating in the water. Coop moved in and instantly recognized it as his oldest brothers hunting dagger. He looked around to see if they where trying to sneak up on him. Something just didn't feel right about it. He moved to the surface where he saw a ship move up and off the water. Coop hurried back home to find no one had even noticed the boy's disappearance. He talked to his parents, who petitioned their chieftain to send out a search party. The Chieftain denied the families pleas. Coop could feel the rage building in his chest as he picked up a nearby warrior's axe and let it fly at the chieftain. He never saw his brothers since that day. His family has presumed them dead.

=== Drunken Disaster ===
'''31 ABY'''
Coop was cleaning a fish with his brothers knife when he heard the commotion coming from outside. Coop exited the hut to see his fathers human friend beating him to a bloody pulp. Coop ran at the two and barreled into his father's assailant. Coop spun up with his brother's knife in a reverse grip ready for the drunken mans attack. The man didn't let Coop down. He came forward with a tree branch in one hand and a bottle of Whiskey in the other. Coop didn't even think twice. He brought the blade of the knife across the mans throat and watched him bleed out at his feet. The local law enforcement arrested him on murder charges but the charges where completely dropped after a holocron containing the video of the fight surfaced in the evidence. When Coop got home he barricaded himself in his room and stayed there for two weeks before emerging with his pack on his back and his brothers dagger on his waist. He never said a thing to his parents. He just left.

=== One fateful Afternoon ===
'''32 ABY'''
Coop received a holocron with some directions on it. He followed them to the site where a small shuttle was waiting there for him. He paused once to look back over his shoulder before climbing aboard.

=== Faithful Clash ===
Coop looked around him as his haze of intoxication finally wore off. Coop Looked around at the windowless room. 'Where am I?' Coop thought to himself as he rubbed his eyes and took account of all of his equipment. Once Coop took a full account of himself and his surroundings he realized the only thing he was missing was a very large sum of credits.

Coop scratched his face as he knelt down to assess the extent of the damage on the Twi'Lek's body. Coop could tell this man was viciously assaulted with a lightsaber and the deep burn in his upper right arm coincided with damage created by a standard issue military sniper rifle system. Coop was surprised the Twi'Lek wasn't missing that arm entirely.

Coop investigated the Twi'Lek's pockets and discovered a substantial amount of credits on him. 'Hmm, this will almost double the losses for the night,' Coop thought to himself as he counted it. Coop remembered seeing this armor around. 'I know this armor,' Coop dug through his memories before it came back to him. Coop felt dumb for not recognizing the armor at first.

“A merc,” Coop said aloud as he rose and made his way to the door where the distant sound of speeders humming through the atmosphere could be heard. As Coop reached down he realized the door did not have any form of handle or access pad. Coop could feel his annoyance and rage begin to boil.

Coop thought maybe the pad was hidden for some form of sleekness. Coop reached out with the force to see if he could detect anything in the walls or on the other side of the wall. Coop fell a sudden wall in the force around him. 'What in the...' Coop thought to himself. He had never been stopped so abruptly and suddenly.

“Well door,” Coop said with a smile, “you have elected to open by the way of pain.”

With a flip of his wrist coop produced his emerald lightsaber and gave it a violent spin before he plunged it hilt deep into the metal door with a wry smirk. Coop was surprised to find that the door was not that think and that it cut easily. Coop had a medium sized doorway cut out before he stepped back and deactivated his emerald blade with a whiz and a light pop from the release of the arc. Coop gave the mercenary one last glance over his shoulder before he made his way through the door.

Coop exited the doorway only to find four men with brandishing lightsabers and in the attire of a jedi. Coop's wry smirk returned as he reached out with the force to assess the power of the four men standing before him. Coop recognized one of the men as a Nautolan from his childhood. 'Small galaxy,' Coop thought to himself as he reignited the saber and took a standard banlanth stance before the men. Coop couldn't feel much control of the force or emotion from any of the men so they couldn't be more than padawan learners or newly appointed Jedi knights.

Coop knew which one was going to attack him first just by reading the force that emanated off him. Coop's constant training of his precognitive abilities was finally paying off. Coop deflected the novice downward slash with a slight flick of the wrist bringing his lightsaber from his right to his left in front of him. After bating the mans attack aside Coop stepped to his right and spun back to his left bringing his lightsaber across the mans shoulders. The man's face was still a look of bewilderment as his head rolled across the floor to a stop at the Nautolan Jedi's Feet.

“Quick, if you don't scurry back to your master,” Coop's smirk reemerged, “You may end up like your friend here, lacking in the head department, and I hear they are an important appendage to keep attached.”

The three remaining men tossed glances back and forth before they all nodded. The one to Coop's far right charged in for a stab that a blind Wookie could have seen a mile off. With one movement Coop smacked the mans charge to the right with a downward slash from across his body. With a quick turn of his wrist, the man that charged in at Coop, didn't even realized the Sith's lightsaber was buried hilt deep in his chest until he fell slain at Coop's feet.

“Next.”

Coop smiled as the last two showed signs of a wavering confidence. Coop changed his tactics and charged the two. As he charged Coop hit the Nautolan Jedi in the chest with a force push that sent the man flying into the wall behind him. Coop could sense the remaining Jedi's swing and easily dodged to his left. The man's swing flew wildly past Coop which caused him to stumble past the Sith. Coop came in fast behind the man, grappling him to the ground and stabbing him in the throat.

The Jedi's passing was not quick nor was it painless as he laid on the ground gasping in agony as his life faded from existence. Coop squared off with the final combatant. The Nautolan was named Glik Ter'An. He was one of Coop's classmates from childhood. Coop was not impressed with the Nautolan's ability. His rudimentary knowledge of banlanth was a joke. The Nautolan didn't even have a strong connection with the force. This fight wouldn't even provide Coop with a smidgen of entertainment, let alone a test of skill.

Coop spun to his left with his saber out wide, smacking the Nautolan's lightsaber out wide to his left. Coop just spun his saber in circles as he waited for Glik to attack. Glik stood there looking from his fallen comrades to his old classmate who stood there shrouded in black standing over their corpses.

“So,” Glik flinched as Coop broke the silence, “You have three options,” Coop paused to wait for Glik to tear his gaze from his dead friends, “Glik isn't it?” Glik nodded with out looking away from the bodies, “option one is you can flee as fast as you can, you may survive,” Coop paused as Glik looked up at him, “depends if I feel like chasing you across this planet, the second option is you attack like these three idiots and I kill you,” Glik's eyes locked on to Coop's lightsaber, “or you could give in to your grief and hate and join the winning team.” Coop changed his stance with his hands out wide. Coop was goading Glik into attacking him. Any Jedi worth his weight in gold would never fall for this little trick. Glik was not worth his weight in gold.

Glik's stare changed to a smirk. He charged in at Coop with a downward slash. Coop smiled as he burst into motion. He stepped to left as he swiped Glik's attacked to the side. This movement put Coop's emerald saber behind the lavender blade of Glik, and with a light pull from Coop's left to his right Glik fell to his knees as his head bounced across the floor. His face still holding onto the look of puzzlement as Coop deactivated his lightsaber and made his way to a screen. He opened the user logs and searched the names and dates before he came upon something that bothered him immensely. Coop read the info out loud to ensure he was reading it right.

“Log 382, Jedi Knight Coog Ter'An, Capture of Lord Macron Goura Sadow's Apprentice.” Coop felt like he had just been hit by the Grand Master's strongest force push. One of Coop's missing brothers was a Jedi.

Coop took several moments before he gathered his thoughts of his brother and the feeling of elation that welled up inside him.

As Coop exited the corridor he was in, he walked out on to a shuttle landing pad. There was one definitive problem as he look around with irritation. There was no shuttle to steal. Coop's plan was shot to pieces as he stood there looking around. Coop knew he couldn't pull a shuttle down while it moved at top speed, so he would have to improvise. The problem was Coop couldn't concentrate on the task at hand. His thoughts on his brother being a Jedi were to much to concentrate through.

Coop finally decided to sit and meditate to see if he could calm his nerves. Suddenly the steady hum of a shuttle's approach broke his concentration. Coop knew that this was not a shuttle he wanted to have to confront but the fight was inevitable. Coop rose and brandished his emerald lightsaber as he paced back and forth bringing back all the memories of hatred, of anger, and emotion he could use to win this fight.

The shuttle came to a hovering halt as the bay door lowered and a single form descended to the landing pad. The man turned and brandished his blue lightsaber and took a combat stance. Coop still could not see the man's face but he knew it was Coog. As the shuttle ascended to a safe distance Coop's adversary was revealed. The blue skinned Nautolan that stood across from him was his older brother Coog Ter'An. Coop's emotions became resolute. He would either turn his brother to the dark side of the force or he would destroy him.

“Well ain't this an unpleasant surprise,” Coop announced to his brother, “two brothers pitted against one another in a live or die scenario, man this is really going to suck to have to put you down.”

“Coop, it's not too late to change your wa...” Coop's upraised hand silenced his brother.
“No need to even try, I am quite happy where I am Coog,” Coop could not hold his smile in any longer, “See I enjoy destroying things and not being looked down on for it.”
“Coop, if you will not listen to me then listen to our older brother,” Coog relaxed his stance as he looked for some sort of sign of Coop's reaction. Coop just smirked and stood there.
“So where is our older brother Coog?” Coop asked as he began to pace back and forth slowly, “by the way, whats with the dead merc back there?”
“He tried to defend you when we took you into custody.”
“Really,” Coop said with a chuckle, “I have no idea who that merc was but he looks like you guys had a hard time with him.”
“Yes, he fault like one possessed, he kept saying that we would regret the day we tried to cross the dark brotherhood.”

“So where is Caas?” Coop asked as he slowly felt his irritation boiling over.
“He will be here momentarily,” Coog replied with a smirk, “patience little brother.”
“See patience is not,” Coop's voice began to grow a threatening tone as his emotions fine tuned into a solid rage, “one of my strong suits!” Coop cleared the distance between the two nautolans almost instantaneously. Coop lead with a downward swing that his brother easily blocked. Coop turned to his right, putting his back to his brother and spun his emerald blade out wide with his left hand as he ducked down dodging his brother's horizontal slash from Coop's left to his right as he spun around to attack him again. Coop brought his blade up in a diagonal slash that Coog dodged by ducking to his left. Coop could sense his brother's next move as he brought his saber in a full circle to block his brother's horizontal slash. With a push Coop disengaged the two lightsabers which fed into his brother's momentum as he spun around to try the other side. Coop's emerald blade was waiting for him as it collided with Coog's sapphire blue lightsaber. The ensuing sparks from the collision caused Coog to retreat quickly out of range of his brother so that he could reattain his full visual spectrum. Coop didn't waste any time as he erupted with a burst of speed towards his brother and aimed a dual-handed downward slash at his disoriented brother. Coop's emerald blade was stopped just shy of his older brother's head by a lavender blade. Coop looked to his right where a cloaked figure stood holding the lightsabers intricate hilt.
“That is no way to treat your twin brother Coop,” The man's voice soothingly slipped from beneath the cloak and like tendrils bored their way into his subconscious mind. Coop shook it off as he realized who the man was. Coop spun to his right bringing his lightsaber across the throat of the cloaked man. The man was fast but not fast enough to have the fastener to his hood removed. The cloak laid clumsily over the man's face.

“You show some skill with a lightsaber little brother.”
“And you show none Caas,” as Coop called his oldest brothers name the cloaked figure tossed his shroud to the ground behind him.
“I bet you want some answers,” Coop stopped Caas with an upraised hand.
“How many Jedi do I have to humiliate and kill for you to get the clue, I like where I am at,” Coop reached his hand out and could feal the tendrils of energy course down his arm as he wrenched Coog's lightsaber from his hand, “Oh, and I was wondering, is that your weakness or something, I think I have shut up two of you today with just my upraised palm, are you that weak willed that you would just shut up, is my palm that scary?!?” Coop was using this diversionary tactic as not only a way to gain a little time now that he had caught the attention of some onlookers with speeders, but also a way to build up his rage just in case he had to actually stand and fight both of his brothers. Coop's waste of time paid off as a lone speeder came within his jumping distance. Coop didn't squander the chance.

Coop burst into motion towards the craft. With a flick of his wrist Coop threw a crate toward the incapacitated Coog and leaped the expanse, landing on the civilian craft. Coop lifted the lone driver and plunged his lightsaber through his chest, wounding him mortally and then threw him at his older brother who would have to give up the pursuit to save the man's life.

As Coop sped off towards the safe house Caas helped Coog up to his feet.
“Juliet one, we need emergency personnel at holding area Zulu, one civilian with a lightsaber wound to the chest,” Caas turned to the three dead bodies, “also inform the council that we have four funeral rights to perform, Master Caas out.”

“Master Caas,” Coog approached his older brother, “I am sorry I was not strong enough, he has been lead to far off the path to be brought back to the light.”
“Its sad,” Master Caas replied, “it was our fault for keeping him in the dark about us leaving.”

Coop's mind was racing as he arrived at the safe house and gave them his entrance codes. His brothers were both alive and both Jedi. How did they get to where they were and why did they not contact him or his family. Coop could only think of one reason.

It all came together as he sat down in the interrogation room. His family and clan all knew they had left and that telling him would only make him want to leave and join them. What good that did for them to keep this secret. He had just left anyway. Coop was infuriated at the notion that his entire clan had deceived him. They would meet their reckoning day, Coop would ensure that. Coop looked up at the man before him. A human female with brown hair and blue eyes sat across from him.

“So,” The woman looked into a file before her, “my name is.”
“Teu Pepoi, Rollmaster of Clan Naga Sadow, I know of you,” Coop stared evenly into the womans blue eyes.
“Well, Protector Ter'An you have some explaining to do as to why you disappeared for a week,” Teu stopped for a second and produced Coog's lightsaber that Coop had taken from his brother, “and why you have the weapon of a Jedi on your person.”
“Yes ma'am I do,” Coop took a deep breath as he explained the incident that took place and all the details of what happened.

=== Hunting Asajj ===

Coop entered the briefing room where Prelate L’eonheart stood. Coop sat before the Prelate, whom seemed to be deep in thought as he looked over Coops briefing. Prelate L’eonheart ran his hand through his long brown braids before addressing Coop.

“Do you know who Asajj Ventress is?” Prelate L’eonheart inquired.
“I recognize the name from the clone war records but I can not recall the specifics sir.” Coop began searching his mind for any info associated with his name.

“I also remember something about one of her followers,” Coop continued on the Prelates nod, “He was called Savage Opress, during his assault on the temple of Eedit he killed two jedi, a master Halsey and his apprentice Knox. He ended up being the long lost brother of Darth Maul and a considerable pain in Ventress’ plans in the end, but I don’t know much beyond that she trained him and trained with him.”

“You are correct but you lack all the details, after a fight between her master Dooku and a pair of jedi she was mortally wounded and thought to be dead.” Mirado paused as he sat down, “She was loaded on a medical ship called Bright Flight, which just showed up on Pieralos. Your records indicate you grew up just south of there. Is that True?”

“Yes sir.” Coops thought began to race. His home world was not a place where outsiders would find it easy. Coop knew his contacts would have good intel on his targets location.

“We need you to engage Assajj Ventress in Pieralos and find out her motives,” Mirado looked at the datapad with concern, “and if she is not acting in our best interests you are to engage and detain her or terminate her only if necessary, remember she is a master in the Niman style.”

“Yes sir,” Coop rose and began to leave.
“Guardian,” Coop paused and looked over his shoulder at the Prelate, “Be very cautious Assajj is a very,” Mirado paused, “unique adversary, remember your training and you should be fine.”
“Yes sir,” Coop exited the briefing room and made his way to the shuttle bay where he boarded the Naga Sadow shuttle. After a few hours Coop stepped off the shuttle onto Glee Anselm.

The Pieralos shuttle Port was unusually busy that afternoon as Coop made his way to the Customs officer.

“Do ya have any off world plants or livestock?”
“Do I look like I am dragging a banth along where ever I go.”
The customs officer looked up from his screen and recognized the dark jedi brotherhood battle garments. He clicked a few buttons before continuing.
“Do ya have any weapons on you?”
Coop pulled his robe to the side revealing his and his twin brothers lightsaber.
“That would be a no.” The Nautolan pressed a few more buttons before he spoke again, “you are cleared to move everywhere on Glee Anselm, welcome home Coop.”

Coop smiled and nodded as he moved past the customs officer. Coop entered the atrium of the Shuttle port and looked around for any of his contacts. Coop saw one he could count on so he slowly made his way over until he came up to the Kiosk and began to browse. The white skinned nautolan did not look up from what he was doing as he began to talk.

“So ‘you’ are back in town,” the man shot Coop a gaze over his datapad, “must be some big game in town.”
“Don’t play games with me,” Coops stated as he put down a datapad, “have you seen a Dathomiri woman? I am not sure if she was alone or with another but she would be bald or she could have any length of brown hair.”
The white skinned nautolan looked across the atrium at two cloaked figures standing at another kiosk.

“There is a nightsister and possibly a nightbrother with her but she is definitely dathomiri.”
Coop fished in his pocket for a few credits and laid them on the counter of the kiosk and nodded at the contact before he made his way to the two cloaked figures. Coop stayed out of direct contact before he could get a visual on the shorter of the two whom he presumed to be his target. One of the cloaked figures stood at approximately coops size and the other being significantly shorter at approximately a foot shorter around five foot.

The shorter of the two looked up at the taller one and said something. Suddenly both of the cloaked figures looked Coop dead in the eyes. He suddenly realized that he was looking the target in the eyes. The taller figure was Assajj but the shorter one looked like a younger more youthful version of Assajj. Assajj had let her hair grow out in a deep auburn brown. Coop was struck by her sheer beauty but he did not waiver in this stare off.

“Ma’am, could I possibly speak with you in private,” Assajj’s smirk cut like a blade as she nodded.
“It seems the powers at play would have words with me.” Assajj moved towards a nearby alleyway. As they entered the alley she moved to a defensive spot near a door she positioned the young woman behind her.
“So who may I ask is irritating me?” Assajj’s rage and irritation was evident in her tone.
“I am Guardian Coop Ter’An of the Dark Jedi Brotherhood,” Coop paused as he produced a datapad, “My leadership would like to talk with you.”

“You mean they want to know her motives and if they benefit your group?”
Coop paused as he looked at the young woman who had poked her head out from under Assajj’s elbow. Then it hit Coop. This was her daughter.
“How old is she?” Coop directed the question at Assajj.
“I do not believe that is any of your business,” Assajj snapped back as her hands went to her hips where her lightsabers rested. Coop could feel her irritation welling up.
“I am fifteen mister,” the girl squeaked as Assajj shot her a look.
“Fifteen, eh?” Coop smiled as he crouched down to look up at the teenage girl, “You must be a natural with a light…”
“Mister Ter’An I will ask you not to continue that statement,” the look that Assajj shot at Coop was more of a threat than a caution, “My daughter is not and will never be versed in such things.” The tone of Assajj’s voice warned Coop not to continue but Coop didn’t take threats or warnings very well.
“Is that your choice young one?”
“Mister Ter’An I will not ask you again.”
“Assajj Ventress I don’t think you want to attack a local on this planet.” Coop threatened. Assajj’s glare could have melted ice. “You were once the peak of Niman but you are no longer a piece on the board with any weight behind it. You are not an allied or enemy Queen, just a rogue pawn whom needs to decide where her allegiances lay.

“If you must know I am teaching my daughter the ways of your people,” She paused as a smile spread across her face, “And you should not threaten someone who has powerful and influential friends.”
Coop could hear [HER] the men as they entered the alley. The smile on Coops face was almost one of joy as he removed the fastener just below his neck. The dark green cloak fell to the floor as Coop produced his neon green lightsaber in his left hand. With a smirk to Assajj and a flick of his wrist coop spun around to meet the two men who were both wielding red lightsabers. Coop produced his other lightsaber that he had taken from his older twin brother. Coop flipped his wrist and produced the sapphire blade of his brothers saber in his right hand. Coop smiled as the two rogue sith looked at each other.

“Well boys shall we tango?” Coop waded into the two sith with one saber held high and the other at hip level as he spun. The Sith easily defended the simple attack. Coop had privately been training with a few masters of Niman so he had a rudimentary knowledge of the fighting style. Coop held his own against the two sith soldiers. Coops parried one high and the other low and struck out when he could but he was at a disadvantage with the two sabers. His fighting was clumsy but effective for defense. Coop force jumped [JMP] back and away from the sith and deactivated his brothers sapphire lightsaber before he replaced it on his hip and fell into his more comfortable banlanth form.

“This is way more fun,” Coops smile could have been seen from orbit, “I like these odds, two on one seems fair enough.”
“Don’t get too over confident Jedi scum,” one of the sith soldiers bellowed before he made a sprinting charge in at Coop.
“Wait,” Coops upraised hand stopped the sith short, “you think I am a Jedi?”
“You carry two weapons of the Jedi.”
“No I just don’t like the color red,” Coops statement caused both sith to look at each other, “I am a guardian in the Dark Jedi Brotherhood you idiots.”
“Well which house are you with?”
“Well that is none of your dang business.”
“Then you are lying!” The other sith exclaimed.
“I don’t have time to argue semantics with either of you idiots.” Coop waded back into the fray with the two sith. The sith on his left was a zabrak and the one on the right looked human. Coop brought an arcing slash across his chest from his right to his left knocking the zabraks downward slash into the ground. Coop then spun to his left and brought his saber in an upward slash between himself and the human sith. The move brought his saber in behind the humans head level slash. Coop ducked under the blow and redirected the saber as he turned his hips to the left. The Zabrak turned right into his partners attack. As the human realized what had happened Coop close in on his undefended back and plunged the green lightsaber through his back and out his chest. Coop deactivated his lightsaber and turned to Assajj.

“Now that is over with may we continue with our inane posturing or will you talk with my leadership.”
“I would not be as easy as them to take down. You have a solid ability with banlanth form which you combine with your creativity making watching your simple fighting fun. But you lack the pure ability to take me down.” Coop’s smirk never left his face as he spun his lightsaber, “Yet you don’t stand down from the challenge. I don’t know if that is arrogance or confidence, but you clearly do not fear me.”
“So will you speak with my leadership?” Coop asked again.
“I have one condition.” Assajj took a less violent stance.
“Sure why not.”
“You do not mention to your masters who she is.” The love in Assajj Ventress’ eyes was unexpected and caught Coop off guard. He had read all the mission data on her and how she was cruel and violent, yet in front of him he saw a loving mother, not the assassin turned sith lord.”
“If she is seen they will know you two are almost clones.”
“Where will we be going for this meeting?”
“I will have to contact my leadership in a moment.”
“Then if you don’t mind I would like to take my daughter shopping she needs some new cloths.”
“That is fine I will be close by, I will contact you when they are ready for you ma’am.”

Coop kept tight surveillance on Assajj as he contacted his superiors.
“Master L’eonheart I have made contact with the target.”
“I copy Guardian Ter’An was she any trouble?”
“No sir, she actually never drew her lightsaber, she did agree to meet with you can you get that set up?”
“Yes I just arrived at Pieralos Space Port. I will have our men stationed here set up a secure location for us to meet. I will send you the coordinates.”
“Yes sir I will reestablish contact with Ventress and we will make our way to the coordinates.”

Coop made his way to Assajj through the crowd.
“Ma’am, I made contact with my superiors, one of them is on world and is securing a location to meet.”
“I sense him when he set foot on the planet.”
“It should only take a short time to secure a meeting location,” as Coop spoke his datapad on his wrist lit up with the coordinates, “Assajj it is time to meet them. Do you want to leave your daughter somewhere?”
“No, she might as well come,” Assajj turned to Coop, “ I want your word that you will not let anything happen to her if this goes bad.”
“Why would you want me to do that?”
“Because you don’t seem that big of a fool to anger me or the people I am affiliated with.”
“I don’t think this meeting will go that bad,” Coop paused and looked at the teenager, “Why don’t you commit her to training she seems like she would do very well.”
“I have given it some serious thought,” Assajj paused and looked at her daughter, “And I never was able to convince myself, she is my princess.”
“Well if you ever do, the Brotherhood has some great trainers.” Coop paused as he looked at his datapad.
The three set out from the space port and met up with the Prelates security detail who escorted them to the facility.
As Assajj entered the meeting room Coop took up a position in the corner with Assajj’s daughter. Coop leaned down and whispered into Assajj’s daughters ear.
“Not a word.” Coop stood back up and nodded to Prelate L’eonheart as he entered the room. The Prelate made his way to the seat across from the table from Assajj. He sat and began flipping through the file on the datapad infront of him.

“So you were supposed to be dead.” Mirado looked up from his datapad into the pale blue eyes of Assajj, “How have you stayed off the radar up until now?”
“Smart movement, and elimination of problems with quick decisive action.” Assajj’s answers were quick and to the point. Coop didn’t know if Mirado was impressed or irritated. After three hours of questioning the big one came up.
“So who is the young lady traveling with you?” Assajj looked into Mirado’s eyes and took a deep breath.
“She is my daughter.”
Silence fell in the room. Looks were shot in the direction of the girl and Coop placed his right hand on the young girl’s shoulder. As the initial shock wore off and Mirado continued Coop leaned in and whispered something into the girl’s ear who then whispered something back into his.

“What is your name young one?” Coop had asked.
“My name is Talia, Talia Ventruss.”

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== Trivia ==

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Coop Ter'An

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Coop Ter-An:

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|birth=[[10 ABY to 19 ABY|16 ABY]]
|death=
|species=Nautolan
|gender=Male
|hair=blue tentacles with black tattoos
|eyes=Black
|skin=Blue
|height=6ft
|weight=180lbs
|masters=* [[Balia Donos]]
* [[Macron Sadow]]
|enemies=none
|form=*Banlanth
|saber= one green, armory saber, one blue, stole from brother|
|fightingstyle= * [[Dulon]]
* [[Broken Gate]]
* [[Carinor]]
|position=none held
|era= [[Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era]]
|affiliation= *Clan [[Naga Sadow]]
*[[Tridens]] Of [[Tarentum]]
*Kraken of [[Tarentum]]
*[[Kaerner]] of [[Tarentum]]
|dossier=[[dossier:11209|11209]]
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{{Quote|He who has not learned to obey, cannot be a good leader|Coop Ter'An}}

'''Coop Ter'An''' is a blue skinned nautolan from Glee Anselm. He was born into a clan that had a reputation for a large population of blue skinned nautolans.

== Character History ==
Coop Ter'An grew up in a small village just south of the Pieralos. The capital city of the Nautolan race. He grew up in a small village not worrying about many cares of life. Coop had rarely ever seen a human and most of them where friendly fishers. Coop had two brothers and three sisters. He was the only blue Nautolan in his family and the tribe they lived with.

[[File:Coop Ter'An.jpg|thumb|229px|left]]

=== Bad happenings ===
'''28 ABY'''
Coop's childhood was spent swimming around in the deep underwater caverns with his two brothers. One day when he was young his two older brothers left him behind at the village. He was busy talking to some human so they decided to leave without him. Coop didn't realize they had left until they where already in the water and out of sight. Coop knew the region well so he went into the water. After about an hour of searching for his two brother he found a small dagger just floating in the water. Coop moved in and instantly recognized it as his oldest brothers hunting dagger. He looked around to see if they where trying to sneak up on him. Something just didn't feel right about it. He moved to the surface where he saw a ship move up and off the water. Coop hurried back home to find no one had even noticed the boy's disappearance. He talked to his parents, who petitioned their chieftain to send out a search party. The Chieftain denied the families pleas. Coop could feel the rage building in his chest as he picked up a nearby warrior's axe and let it fly at the chieftain. He never saw his brothers since that day. His family has presumed them dead.

=== Drunken Disaster ===
'''31 ABY'''
Coop was cleaning a fish with his brothers knife when he heard the commotion coming from outside. Coop exited the hut to see his fathers human friend beating him to a bloody pulp. Coop ran at the two and barreled into his father's assailant. Coop spun up with his brother's knife in a reverse grip ready for the drunken mans attack. The man didn't let Coop down. He came forward with a tree branch in one hand and a bottle of Whiskey in the other. Coop didn't even think twice. He brought the blade of the knife across the mans throat and watched him bleed out at his feet. The local law enforcement arrested him on murder charges but the charges where completely dropped after a holocron containing the video of the fight surfaced in the evidence. When Coop got home he barricaded himself in his room and stayed there for two weeks before emerging with his pack on his back and his brothers dagger on his waist. He never said a thing to his parents. He just left.

=== One fateful Afternoon ===
'''32 ABY'''
Coop received a holocron with some directions on it. He followed them to the site where a small shuttle was waiting there for him. He paused once to look back over his shoulder before climbing aboard.

=== Faithful Clash ===
Coop looked around him as his haze of intoxication finally wore off. Coop Looked around at the windowless room. 'Where am I?' Coop thought to himself as he rubbed his eyes and took account of all of his equipment. Once Coop took a full account of himself and his surroundings he realized the only thing he was missing was a very large sum of credits.

Coop scratched his face as he knelt down to assess the extent of the damage on the Twi'Lek's body. Coop could tell this man was viciously assaulted with a lightsaber and the deep burn in his upper right arm coincided with damage created by a standard issue military sniper rifle system. Coop was surprised the Twi'Lek wasn't missing that arm entirely.

Coop investigated the Twi'Lek's pockets and discovered a substantial amount of credits on him. 'Hmm, this will almost double the losses for the night,' Coop thought to himself as he counted it. Coop remembered seeing this armor around. 'I know this armor,' Coop dug through his memories before it came back to him. Coop felt dumb for not recognizing the armor at first.

“A merc,” Coop said aloud as he rose and made his way to the door where the distant sound of speeders humming through the atmosphere could be heard. As Coop reached down he realized the door did not have any form of handle or access pad. Coop could feel his annoyance and rage begin to boil.

Coop thought maybe the pad was hidden for some form of sleekness. Coop reached out with the force to see if he could detect anything in the walls or on the other side of the wall. Coop fell a sudden wall in the force around him. 'What in the...' Coop thought to himself. He had never been stopped so abruptly and suddenly. “Well door,” Coop said with a smile, “you have elected to open by the way of pain.”

With a flip of his wrist coop produced his emerald lightsaber and gave it a violent spin before he plunged it hilt deep into the metal door with a wry smirk. Coop was surprised to find that the door was not that think and that it cut easily. Coop had a medium sized doorway cut out before he stepped back and deactivated his emerald blade with a whiz and a light pop from the release of the arc. Coop gave the mercenary one last glance over his shoulder before he made his way through the door.

Coop exited the doorway only to find four men with brandishing lightsabers and in the attire of a jedi. Coop's wry smirk returned as he reached out with the force to assess the power of the four men standing before him. Coop recognized one of the men as a Nautolan from his childhood. 'Small galaxy,' Coop thought to himself as he reignited the saber and took a standard banlanth stance before the men. Coop couldn't feel much control of the force or emotion from any of the men so they couldn't be more than padawan learners or newly appointed Jedi knights.

Coop knew which one was going to attack him first just by reading the force that emanated off him. Coop's constant training of his precognitive abilities was finally paying off. Coop deflected the novice downward slash with a slight flick of the wrist bringing his lightsaber from his right to his left in front of him. After bating the mans attack aside Coop stepped to his right and spun back to his left bringing his lightsaber across the mans shoulders. The man's face was still a look of bewilderment as his head rolled across the floor to a stop at the Nautolan Jedi's Feet.

“Quick, if you don't scurry back to your master,” Coop's smirk reemerged, “You may end up like your friend here, lacking in the head department, and I hear they are an important appendage to keep attached.” The three remaining men tossed glances back and forth before they all nodded. The one to Coop's far right charged in for a stab that a blind Wookie could have seen a mile off. With one movement Coop smacked the mans charge to the right with a downward slash from across his body.
With a quick turn of his wrist, the man that charged in at Coop, didn't even realized the Sith's lightsaber was buried hilt deep in his chest until he fell slain at Coop's feet.

“Next.”

Coop smiled as the last two showed signs of a wavering confidence. Coop changed his tactics and charged the two. As he charged Coop hit the Nautolan Jedi in the chest with a force push that sent the man flying into the wall behind him. Coop could sense the remaining Jedi's swing and easily dodged to his left. The man's swing flew wildly past Coop which caused him to stumble past the Sith. Coop came in fast behind the man, grappling him to the ground and stabbing him in the throat.

The Jedi's passing was not quick nor was it painless as he laid on the ground gasping in agony as his life faded from existence. Coop squared off with the final combatant. The Nautolan was named Glik Ter'An. He was one of Coop's classmates from childhood. Coop was not impressed with the Nautolan's ability. His rudimentary knowledge of banlanth was a joke. The Nautolan didn't even have a strong connection with the force. This fight wouldn't even provide Coop with a smidgen of entertainment, let alone a test of skill.

Coop spun to his left with his saber out wide, smacking the Nautolan's lightsaber out wide to his left. Coop just spun his saber in circles as he waited for Glik to attack. Glik stood there looking from his fallen comrades to his old classmate who stood there shrouded in black standing over their corpses.

“So,” Glik flinched as Coop broke the silence, “You have three options,” Coop paused to wait for Glik to tear his gaze from his dead friends, “Glik isn't it?” Glik nodded with out looking away from the bodies, “option one is you can flee as fast as you can, you may survive,” Coop paused as Glik looked up at him, “depends if I feel like chasing you across this planet, the second option is you attack like these three idiots and I kill you,” Glik's eyes locked on to Coop's lightsaber, “or you could give in to your grief and hate and join the winning team.” Coop changed his stance with his hands out wide. Coop was goading Glik into attacking him. Any Jedi worth his weight in gold would never fall for this little trick. Glik was not worth his weight in gold.

Glik's stare changed to a smirk. He charged in at Coop with a downward slash. Coop smiled as he burst into motion. He stepped to left as he swiped Glik's attacked to the side. This movement put Coop's emerald saber behind the lavender blade of Glik, and with a light pull from Coop's left to his right Glik fell to his knees as his head bounced across the floor. His face still holding onto the look of puzzlement as Coop deactivated his lightsaber and made his way to a screen. He opened the user logs and searched the names and dates before he came upon something that bothered him immensely. Coop read the info out loud to ensure he was reading it right.

“Log 382, Jedi Knight Coog Ter'An, Capture of Lord Macron Goura Sadow's Apprentice.” Coop felt like he had just been hit by the Grand Master's strongest force push. One of Coop's missing brothers was a Jedi.

Coop took several moments before he gathered his thoughts of his brother and the feeling of elation that welled up inside him.

As Coop exited the corridor he was in, he walked out on to a shuttle landing pad. There was one definitive problem as he look around with irritation. There was no shuttle to steal. Coop's plan was shot to pieces as he stood there looking around. Coop knew he couldn't pull a shuttle down while it moved at top speed, so he would have to improvise. The problem was Coop couldn't concentrate on the task at hand. His thoughts on his brother being a Jedi were to much to concentrate through.

Coop finally decided to sit and meditate to see if he could calm his nerves. Suddenly the steady hum of a shuttle's approach broke his concentration. Coop knew that this was not a shuttle he wanted to have to confront but the fight was inevitable. Coop rose and brandished his emerald lightsaber as he paced back and forth bringing back all the memories of hatred, of anger, and emotion he could use to win this fight.

The shuttle came to a hovering halt as the bay door lowered and a single form descended to the landing pad. The man turned and brandished his blue lightsaber and took a combat stance. Coop still could not see the man's face but he knew it was Coog. As the shuttle ascended to a safe distance Coop's adversary was revealed. The blue skinned Nautolan that stood across from him was his older brother Coog Ter'An. Coop's emotions became resolute. He would either turn his brother to the dark side of the force or he would destroy him.

“Well ain't this an unpleasant surprise,” Coop announced to his brother, “two brothers pitted against one another in a live or die scenario, man this is really going to suck to have to put you down.”

“Coop, it's not too late to change your wa...” Coop's upraised hand silenced his brother.
“No need to even try, I am quite happy where I am Coog,” Coop could not hold his smile in any longer, “See I enjoy destroying things and not being looked down on for it.”
“Coop, if you will not listen to me then listen to our older brother,” Coog relaxed his stance as he looked for some sort of sign of Coop's reaction. Coop just smirked and stood there.
“So where is our older brother Coog?” Coop asked as he began to pace back and forth slowly, “by the way, whats with the dead merc back there?”
“He tried to defend you when we took you into custody.”
“Really,” Coop said with a chuckle, “I have no idea who that merc was but he looks like you guys had a hard time with him.”
“Yes, he fault like one possessed, he kept saying that we would regret the day we tried to cross the dark brotherhood.”

“So where is Caas?” Coop asked as he slowly felt his irritation boiling over.
“He will be here momentarily,” Coog replied with a smirk, “patience little brother.”
“See patience is not,” Coop's voice began to grow a threatening tone as his emotions fine tuned into a solid rage, “one of my strong suits!” Coop cleared the distance between the two nautolans almost instantaneously. Coop lead with a downward swing that his brother easily blocked. Coop turned to his right, putting his back to his brother and spun his emerald blade out wide with his left hand as he ducked down dodging his brother's horizontal slash from Coop's left to his right as he spun around to attack him again. Coop brought his blade up in a diagonal slash that Coog dodged by ducking to his left. Coop could sense his brother's next move as he brought his saber in a full circle to block his brother's horizontal slash. With a push Coop disengaged the two lightsabers which fed into his brother's momentum as he spun around to try the other side. Coop's emerald blade was waiting for him as it collided with Coog's sapphire blue lightsaber. The ensuing sparks from the collision caused Coog to retreat quickly out of range of his brother so that he could reattain his full visual spectrum. Coop didn't waste any time as he erupted with a burst of speed towards his brother and aimed a dual-handed downward slash at his disoriented brother. Coop's emerald blade was stopped just shy of his older brother's head by a lavender blade. Coop looked to his right where a cloaked figure stood holding the lightsabers intricate hilt.
“That is no way to treat your twin brother Coop,” The man's voice soothingly slipped from beneath the cloak and like tendrils bored their way into his subconscious mind. Coop shook it off as he realized who the man was. Coop spun to his right bringing his lightsaber across the throat of the cloaked man. The man was fast but not fast enough to have the fastener to his hood removed. The cloak laid clumsily over the man's face.

“You show some skill with a lightsaber little brother.”
“And you show none Caas,” as Coop called his oldest brothers name the cloaked figure tossed his shroud to the ground behind him.
“I bet you want some answers,” Coop stopped Caas with an upraised hand.
“How many Jedi do I have to humiliate and kill for you to get the clue, I like where I am at,” Coop reached his hand out and could feal the tendrils of energy course down his arm as he wrenched Coog's lightsaber from his hand, “Oh, and I was wondering, is that your weakness or something, I think I have shut up two of you today with just my upraised palm, are you that weak willed that you would just shut up, is my palm that scary?!?” Coop was using this diversionary tactic as not only a way to gain a little time now that he had caught the attention of some onlookers with speeders, but also a way to build up his rage just in case he had to actually stand and fight both of his brothers. Coop's waste of time paid off as a lone speeder came within his jumping distance. Coop didn't squander the chance.

Coop burst into motion towards the craft. With a flick of his wrist Coop threw a crate toward the incapacitated Coog and leaped the expanse, landing on the civilian craft. Coop lifted the lone driver and plunged his lightsaber through his chest, wounding him mortally and then threw him at his older brother who would have to give up the pursuit to save the man's life.

As Coop sped off towards the safe house Caas helped Coog up to his feet.
“Juliet one, we need emergency personnel at holding area Zulu, one civilian with a lightsaber wound to the chest,” Caas turned to the three dead bodies, “also inform the council that we have four funeral rights to perform, Master Caas out.”

“Master Caas,” Coog approached his older brother, “I am sorry I was not strong enough, he has been lead to far off the path to be brought back to the light.”
“Its sad,” Master Caas replied, “it was our fault for keeping him in the dark about us leaving.”

Coop's mind was racing as he arrived at the safe house and gave them his entrance codes. His brothers were both alive and both Jedi. How did they get to where they were and why did they not contact him or his family. Coop could only think of one reason.

It all came together as he sat down in the interrogation room. His family and clan all knew they had left and that telling him would only make him want to leave and join them. What good that did for them to keep this secret. He had just left anyway. Coop was infuriated at the notion that his entire clan had deceived him. They would meet their reckoning day, Coop would ensure that. Coop looked up at the man before him. A human female with brown hair and blue eyes sat across from him.

“So,” The woman looked into a file before her, “my name is.”
“Teu Pepoi, Rollmaster of Clan Naga Sadow, I know of you,” Coop stared evenly into the womans blue eyes.
“Well, Protector Ter'An you have some explaining to do as to why you disappeared for a week,” Teu stopped for a second and produced Coog's lightsaber that Coop had taken from his brother, “and why you have the weapon of a Jedi on your person.”
“Yes ma'am I do,” Coop took a deep breath as he explained the incident that took place and all the details of what happened.

=== Hunting Asajj ===

Coop entered the briefing room where Prelate L’eonheart stood. Coop sat before the Prelate, whom seemed to be deep in thought as he looked over Coops briefing. Prelate L’eonheart ran his hand through his long brown braids before addressing Coop.
“Do you know who Asajj Ventress is?” Prelate L’eonheart inquired.
“I recognize the name from the clone war records but I can not recall the specifics sir.” Coop began searching his mind for any info associated with his name.
“I also remember something about one of her followers,” Coop continued on the Prelates nod, “He was called Savage Opress, during his assault on the temple of Eedit he killed two jedi, a master Halsey and his apprentice Knox. He ended up being the long lost brother of Darth Maul and a considerable pain in Ventress’ plans in the end, but I don’t know much beyond that she trained him and trained with him.”
“You are correct but you lack all the details, after a fight between her master Dooku and a pair of jedi she was mortally wounded and thought to be dead.” Mirado paused as he sat down, “She was loaded on a medical ship called Bright Flight, which just showed up on Pieralos. Your records indicate you grew up just south of there. Is that True?”
“Yes sir.” Coops thought began to race. His home world was not a place where outsiders would find it easy. Coop knew his contacts would have good intel on his targets location.
“We need you to engage Assajj Ventress in Pieralos and find out her motives,” Mirado looked at the datapad with concern, “and if she is not acting in our best interests you are to engage and detain her or terminate her only if necessary, remember she is a master in the Niman style.”
“Yes sir,” Coop rose and began to leave.
“Guardian,” Coop paused and looked over his shoulder at the Prelate, “Be very cautious Assajj is a very,” Mirado paused, “unique adversary, remember your training and you should be fine.”
“Yes sir,” Coop exited the briefing room and made his way to the shuttle bay where he boarded the Naga Sadow shuttle. After a few hours Coop stepped off the shuttle onto Glee Anselm.

The Pieralos shuttle Port was unusually busy that afternoon as Coop made his way to the Customs officer.
“Do ya have any off world plants or livestock?”
“Do I look like I am dragging a banth along where ever I go.”
The customs officer looked up from his screen and recognized the dark jedi brotherhood battle garments. He clicked a few buttons before continuing.
“Do ya have any weapons on you?”
Coop pulled his robe to the side revealing his and his twin brothers lightsaber.
“That would be a no.” The Nautolan pressed a few more buttons before he spoke again, “you are cleared to move everywhere on Glee Anselm, welcome home Coop.”
Coop smiled and nodded as he moved past the customs officer. Coop entered the atrium of the Shuttle port and looked around for any of his contacts. Coop saw one he could count on so he slowly made his way over until he came up to the Kiosk and began to browse. The white skinned nautolan did not look up from what he was doing as he began to talk.
“So ‘you’ are back in town,” the man shot Coop a gaze over his datapad, “must be some big game in town.”
“Don’t play games with me,” Coops stated as he put down a datapad, “have you seen a Dathomiri woman? I am not sure if she was alone or with another but she would be bald or she could have any length of brown hair.”
The white skinned nautolan looked across the atrium at two cloaked figures standing at another kiosk.
“There is a nightsister and possibly a nightbrother with her but she is definitely dathomiri.”
Coop fished in his pocket for a few credits and laid them on the counter of the kiosk and nodded at the contact before he made his way to the two cloaked figures. Coop stayed out of direct contact before he could get a visual on the shorter of the two whom he presumed to be his target. One of the cloaked figures stood at approximately coops size and the other being significantly shorter at approximately a foot shorter around five foot.

The shorter of the two looked up at the taller one and said something. Suddenly both of the cloaked figures looked Coop dead in the eyes. He suddenly realized that he was looking the target in the eyes. The taller figure was Assajj but the shorter one looked like a younger more youthful version of Assajj. Assajj had let her hair grow out in a deep auburn brown. Coop was struck by her sheer beauty but he did not waiver in this stare off.
“Ma’am, could I possibly speak with you in private,” Assajj’s smirk cut like a blade as she nodded.
“It seems the powers at play would have words with me.” Assajj moved towards a nearby alleyway. As they entered the alley she moved to a defensive spot near a door she positioned the young woman behind her.
“So who may I ask is irritating me?” Assajj’s rage and irritation was evident in her tone.
“I am Guardian Coop Ter’An of the Dark Jedi Brotherhood,” Coop paused as he produced a datapad, “My leadership would like to talk with you.”
“You mean they want to know her motives and if they benefit your group?”
Coop paused as he looked at the young woman who had poked her head out from under Assajj’s elbow. Then it hit Coop. This was her daughter.
“How old is she?” Coop directed the question at Assajj.
“I do not believe that is any of your business,” Assajj snapped back as her hands went to her hips where her lightsabers rested. Coop could feel her irritation welling up.
“I am fifteen mister,” the girl squeaked as Assajj shot her a look.
“Fifteen, eh?” Coop smiled as he crouched down to look up at the teenage girl, “You must be a natural with a light…”
“Mister Ter’An I will ask you not to continue that statement,” the look that Assajj shot at Coop was more of a threat than a caution, “My daughter is not and will never be versed in such things.” The tone of Assajj’s voice warned Coop not to continue but Coop didn’t take threats or warnings very well.
“Is that your choice young one?”
“Mister Ter’An I will not ask you again.”
“Assajj Ventress I don’t think you want to attack a local on this planet.” Coop threatened. Assajj’s glare could have melted ice. “You were once the peak of Niman but you are no longer a piece on the board with any weight behind it. You are not an allied or enemy Queen, just a rogue pawn whom needs to decide where her allegiances lay.
“If you must know I am teaching my daughter the ways of your people,” She paused as a smile spread across her face, “And you should not threaten someone who has powerful and influential friends.”
Coop could hear [HER] the men as they entered the alley. The smile on Coops face was almost one of joy as he removed the fastener just below his neck. The dark green cloak fell to the floor as Coop produced his neon green lightsaber in his left hand. With a smirk to Assajj and a flick of his wrist coop spun around to meet the two men who were both wielding red lightsabers. Coop produced his other lightsaber that he had taken from his older twin brother. Coop flipped his wrist and produced the sapphire blade of his brothers saber in his right hand. Coop smiled as the two rogue sith looked at each other.
“Well boys shall we tango?” Coop waded into the two sith with one saber held high and the other at hip level as he spun. The Sith easily defended the simple attack. Coop had privately been training with a few masters of Niman so he had a rudimentary knowledge of the fighting style. Coop held his own against the two sith soldiers. Coops parried one high and the other low and struck out when he could but he was at a disadvantage with the two sabers. His fighting was clumsy but effective for defense. Coop force jumped [JMP] back and away from the sith and deactivated his brothers sapphire lightsaber before he replaced it on his hip and fell into his more comfortable banlanth form.
“This is way more fun,” Coops smile could have been seen from orbit, “I like these odds, two on one seems fair enough.”
“Don’t get too over confident Jedi scum,” one of the sith soldiers bellowed before he made a sprinting charge in at Coop.
“Wait,” Coops upraised hand stopped the sith short, “you think I am a Jedi?”
“You carry two weapons of the Jedi.”
“No I just don’t like the color red,” Coops statement caused both sith to look at each other, “I am a guardian in the Dark Jedi Brotherhood you idiots.”
“Well which house are you with?”
“Well that is none of your dang business.”
“Then you are lying!” The other sith exclaimed.
“I don’t have time to argue semantics with either of you idiots.” Coop waded back into the fray with the two sith. The sith on his left was a zabrak and the one on the right looked human. Coop brought an arcing slash across his chest from his right to his left knocking the zabraks downward slash into the ground. Coop then spun to his left and brought his saber in an upward slash between himself and the human sith. The move brought his saber in behind the humans head level slash. Coop ducked under the blow and redirected the saber as he turned his hips to the left. The Zabrak turned right into his partners attack. As the human realized what had happened Coop close in on his undefended back and plunged the green lightsaber through his back and out his chest. Coop deactivated his lightsaber and turned to Assajj.
“Now that is over with may we continue with our inane posturing or will you talk with my leadership.”
“I would not be as easy as them to take down. You have a solid ability with banlanth form which you combine with your creativity making watching your simple fighting fun. But you lack the pure ability to take me down.” Coop’s smirk never left his face as he spun his lightsaber, “Yet you don’t stand down from the challenge. I don’t know if that is arrogance or confidence, but you clearly do not fear me.”
“So will you speak with my leadership?” Coop asked again.
“I have one condition.” Assajj took a less violent stance.
“Sure why not.”
“You do not mention to your masters who she is.” The love in Assajj Ventress’ eyes was unexpected and caught Coop off guard. He had read all the mission data on her and how she was cruel and violent, yet in front of him he saw a loving mother, not the assassin turned sith lord.”
“If she is seen they will know you two are almost clones.”
“Where will we be going for this meeting?”
“I will have to contact my leadership in a moment.”
“Then if you don’t mind I would like to take my daughter shopping she needs some new cloths.”
“That is fine I will be close by, I will contact you when they are ready for you ma’am.”

Coop kept tight surveillance on Assajj as he contacted his superiors.
“Master L’eonheart I have made contact with the target.”
“I copy Guardian Ter’An was she any trouble?”
“No sir, she actually never drew her lightsaber, she did agree to meet with you can you get that set up?”
“Yes I just arrived at Pieralos Space Port. I will have our men stationed here set up a secure location for us to meet. I will send you the coordinates.”
“Yes sir I will reestablish contact with Ventress and we will make our way to the coordinates.”

Coop made his way to Assajj through the crowd.
“Ma’am, I made contact with my superiors, one of them is on world and is securing a location to meet.”
“I sense him when he set foot on the planet.”
“It should only take a short time to secure a meeting location,” as Coop spoke his datapad on his wrist lit up with the coordinates, “Assajj it is time to meet them. Do you want to leave your daughter somewhere?”
“No, she might as well come,” Assajj turned to Coop, “ I want your word that you will not let anything happen to her if this goes bad.”
“Why would you want me to do that?”
“Because you don’t seem that big of a fool to anger me or the people I am affiliated with.”
“I don’t think this meeting will go that bad,” Coop paused and looked at the teenager, “Why don’t you commit her to training she seems like she would do very well.”
“I have given it some serious thought,” Assajj paused and looked at her daughter, “And I never was able to convince myself, she is my princess.”
“Well if you ever do, the Brotherhood has some great trainers.” Coop paused as he looked at his datapad.
The three set out from the space port and met up with the Prelates security detail who escorted them to the facility.
As Assajj entered the meeting room Coop took up a position in the corner with Assajj’s daughter. Coop leaned down and whispered into Assajj’s daughters ear.
“Not a word.” Coop stood back up and nodded to Prelate L’eonheart as he entered the room. The Prelate made his way to the seat across from the table from Assajj. He sat and began flipping through the file on the datapad infront of him.

“So you were supposed to be dead.” Mirado looked up from his datapad into the pale blue eyes of Assajj, “How have you stayed off the radar up until now?”
“Smart movement, and elimination of problems with quick decisive action.” Assajj’s answers were quick and to the point. Coop didn’t know if Mirado was impressed or irritated. After three hours of questioning the big one came up.
“So who is the young lady traveling with you?” Assajj looked into Mirado’s eyes and took a deep breath.
“She is my daughter.”
Silence fell in the room. Looks were shot in the direction of the girl and Coop placed his right hand on the young girl’s shoulder. As the initial shock wore off and Mirado continued Coop leaned in and whispered something into the girl’s ear who then whispered something back into his.

“What is your name young one?” Coop had asked.
“My name is Talia, Talia Ventruss.”

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== Trivia ==

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Coop Ter'An

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Coop Ter-An:

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|birth=[[16 ABY|16 ABY]]
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|species=Nautolan
|gender=Male
|hair=blue tentacles with black tattoos
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|skin=Blue
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|weight=180lbs
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* [[Macron Sadow]]
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* [[Carinor]]
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|affiliation= *Clan [[Naga Sadow]]
*[[Tridens Of Tarentum]]
*[[Kraken of Tarentum]]
*[[Kaerner of Tarentum]]
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{{Quote|He who has not learned to obey, cannot be a good leader|Coop Ter'An}}

[[Coop Ter'An]] is a blue skinned nautolan from Glee Anselm. He was born into a clan that had a reputation for a large population of blue skinned nautolans.

== Character History ==
Coop Ter'An grew up in a small village just south of the Pieralos. The capital city of the Nautolan race. He grew up in a small village not worrying about many cares of life. Coop had rarely ever seen a human and most of them where friendly fishers. Coop had two brothers and three sisters. He was the only blue Nautolan in his family and the tribe they lived with.

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=== Bad happenings ===
'''28 ABY'''
Coop's childhood was spent swimming around in the deep underwater caverns with his two brothers. One day when he was young his two older brothers left him behind at the village. He was busy talking to some human so they decided to leave without him. Coop didn't realize they had left until they where already in the water and out of sight. Coop knew the region well so he went into the water. After about an hour of searching for his two brother he found a small dagger just floating in the water. Coop moved in and instantly recognized it as his oldest brothers hunting dagger. He looked around to see if they where trying to sneak up on him. Something just didn't feel right about it. He moved to the surface where he saw a ship move up and off the water. Coop hurried back home to find no one had even noticed the boy's disappearance. He talked to his parents, who petitioned their chieftain to send out a search party. The Chieftain denied the families pleas. Coop could feel the rage building in his chest as he picked up a nearby warrior's axe and let it fly at the chieftain. He never saw his brothers since that day. His family has presumed them dead.

=== Drunken Disaster ===
'''31 ABY'''
Coop was cleaning a fish with his brothers knife when he heard the commotion coming from outside. Coop exited the hut to see his fathers human friend beating him to a bloody pulp. Coop ran at the two and barreled into his father's assailant. Coop spun up with his brother's knife in a reverse grip ready for the drunken mans attack. The man didn't let Coop down. He came forward with a tree branch in one hand and a bottle of Whiskey in the other. Coop didn't even think twice. He brought the blade of the knife across the mans throat and watched him bleed out at his feet. The local law enforcement arrested him on murder charges but the charges where completely dropped after a holocron containing the video of the fight surfaced in the evidence. When Coop got home he barricaded himself in his room and stayed there for two weeks before emerging with his pack on his back and his brothers dagger on his waist. He never said a thing to his parents. He just left.

=== One fateful Afternoon ===
'''32 ABY'''
Coop received a holocron with some directions on it. He followed them to the site where a small shuttle was waiting there for him. He paused once to look back over his shoulder before climbing aboard.

=== Faithful Clash ===
Coop looked around him as his haze of intoxication finally wore off. Coop Looked around at the windowless room. 'Where am I?' Coop thought to himself as he rubbed his eyes and took account of all of his equipment. Once Coop took a full account of himself and his surroundings he realized the only thing he was missing was a very large sum of credits.

Coop scratched his face as he knelt down to assess the extent of the damage on the Twi'Lek's body. Coop could tell this man was viciously assaulted with a lightsaber and the deep burn in his upper right arm coincided with damage created by a standard issue military sniper rifle system. Coop was surprised the Twi'Lek wasn't missing that arm entirely.

Coop investigated the Twi'Lek's pockets and discovered a substantial amount of credits on him. 'Hmm, this will almost double the losses for the night,' Coop thought to himself as he counted it. Coop remembered seeing this armor around. 'I know this armor,' Coop dug through his memories before it came back to him. Coop felt dumb for not recognizing the armor at first.

“A merc,” Coop said aloud as he rose and made his way to the door where the distant sound of speeders humming through the atmosphere could be heard. As Coop reached down he realized the door did not have any form of handle or access pad. Coop could feel his annoyance and rage begin to boil.

Coop thought maybe the pad was hidden for some form of sleekness. Coop reached out with the force to see if he could detect anything in the walls or on the other side of the wall. Coop fell a sudden wall in the force around him. 'What in the...' Coop thought to himself. He had never been stopped so abruptly and suddenly. “Well door,” Coop said with a smile, “you have elected to open by the way of pain.”

With a flip of his wrist coop produced his emerald lightsaber and gave it a violent spin before he plunged it hilt deep into the metal door with a wry smirk. Coop was surprised to find that the door was not that think and that it cut easily. Coop had a medium sized doorway cut out before he stepped back and deactivated his emerald blade with a whiz and a light pop from the release of the arc. Coop gave the mercenary one last glance over his shoulder before he made his way through the door.

Coop exited the doorway only to find four men with brandishing lightsabers and in the attire of a jedi. Coop's wry smirk returned as he reached out with the force to assess the power of the four men standing before him. Coop recognized one of the men as a Nautolan from his childhood. 'Small galaxy,' Coop thought to himself as he reignited the saber and took a standard banlanth stance before the men. Coop couldn't feel much control of the force or emotion from any of the men so they couldn't be more than padawan learners or newly appointed Jedi knights.

Coop knew which one was going to attack him first just by reading the force that emanated off him. Coop's constant training of his precognitive abilities was finally paying off. Coop deflected the novice downward slash with a slight flick of the wrist bringing his lightsaber from his right to his left in front of him. After bating the mans attack aside Coop stepped to his right and spun back to his left bringing his lightsaber across the mans shoulders. The man's face was still a look of bewilderment as his head rolled across the floor to a stop at the Nautolan Jedi's Feet.

“Quick, if you don't scurry back to your master,” Coop's smirk reemerged, “You may end up like your friend here, lacking in the head department, and I hear they are an important appendage to keep attached.” The three remaining men tossed glances back and forth before they all nodded. The one to Coop's far right charged in for a stab that a blind Wookie could have seen a mile off. With one movement Coop smacked the mans charge to the right with a downward slash from across his body.
With a quick turn of his wrist, the man that charged in at Coop, didn't even realized the Sith's lightsaber was buried hilt deep in his chest until he fell slain at Coop's feet.

“Next.”

Coop smiled as the last two showed signs of a wavering confidence. Coop changed his tactics and charged the two. As he charged Coop hit the Nautolan Jedi in the chest with a force push that sent the man flying into the wall behind him. Coop could sense the remaining Jedi's swing and easily dodged to his left. The man's swing flew wildly past Coop which caused him to stumble past the Sith. Coop came in fast behind the man, grappling him to the ground and stabbing him in the throat.

The Jedi's passing was not quick nor was it painless as he laid on the ground gasping in agony as his life faded from existence. Coop squared off with the final combatant. The Nautolan was named Glik Ter'An. He was one of Coop's classmates from childhood. Coop was not impressed with the Nautolan's ability. His rudimentary knowledge of banlanth was a joke. The Nautolan didn't even have a strong connection with the force. This fight wouldn't even provide Coop with a smidgen of entertainment, let alone a test of skill.

Coop spun to his left with his saber out wide, smacking the Nautolan's lightsaber out wide to his left. Coop just spun his saber in circles as he waited for Glik to attack. Glik stood there looking from his fallen comrades to his old classmate who stood there shrouded in black standing over their corpses.

“So,” Glik flinched as Coop broke the silence, “You have three options,” Coop paused to wait for Glik to tear his gaze from his dead friends, “Glik isn't it?” Glik nodded with out looking away from the bodies, “option one is you can flee as fast as you can, you may survive,” Coop paused as Glik looked up at him, “depends if I feel like chasing you across this planet, the second option is you attack like these three idiots and I kill you,” Glik's eyes locked on to Coop's lightsaber, “or you could give in to your grief and hate and join the winning team.” Coop changed his stance with his hands out wide. Coop was goading Glik into attacking him. Any Jedi worth his weight in gold would never fall for this little trick. Glik was not worth his weight in gold.

Glik's stare changed to a smirk. He charged in at Coop with a downward slash. Coop smiled as he burst into motion. He stepped to left as he swiped Glik's attacked to the side. This movement put Coop's emerald saber behind the lavender blade of Glik, and with a light pull from Coop's left to his right Glik fell to his knees as his head bounced across the floor. His face still holding onto the look of puzzlement as Coop deactivated his lightsaber and made his way to a screen. He opened the user logs and searched the names and dates before he came upon something that bothered him immensely. Coop read the info out loud to ensure he was reading it right.

“Log 382, Jedi Knight Coog Ter'An, Capture of Lord Macron Goura Sadow's Apprentice.” Coop felt like he had just been hit by the Grand Master's strongest force push. One of Coop's missing brothers was a Jedi.

Coop took several moments before he gathered his thoughts of his brother and the feeling of elation that welled up inside him.

As Coop exited the corridor he was in, he walked out on to a shuttle landing pad. There was one definitive problem as he look around with irritation. There was no shuttle to steal. Coop's plan was shot to pieces as he stood there looking around. Coop knew he couldn't pull a shuttle down while it moved at top speed, so he would have to improvise. The problem was Coop couldn't concentrate on the task at hand. His thoughts on his brother being a Jedi were to much to concentrate through.

Coop finally decided to sit and meditate to see if he could calm his nerves. Suddenly the steady hum of a shuttle's approach broke his concentration. Coop knew that this was not a shuttle he wanted to have to confront but the fight was inevitable. Coop rose and brandished his emerald lightsaber as he paced back and forth bringing back all the memories of hatred, of anger, and emotion he could use to win this fight.

The shuttle came to a hovering halt as the bay door lowered and a single form descended to the landing pad. The man turned and brandished his blue lightsaber and took a combat stance. Coop still could not see the man's face but he knew it was Coog. As the shuttle ascended to a safe distance Coop's adversary was revealed. The blue skinned Nautolan that stood across from him was his older brother Coog Ter'An. Coop's emotions became resolute. He would either turn his brother to the dark side of the force or he would destroy him.

“Well ain't this an unpleasant surprise,” Coop announced to his brother, “two brothers pitted against one another in a live or die scenario, man this is really going to suck to have to put you down.”

“Coop, it's not too late to change your wa...” Coop's upraised hand silenced his brother.
“No need to even try, I am quite happy where I am Coog,” Coop could not hold his smile in any longer, “See I enjoy destroying things and not being looked down on for it.”
“Coop, if you will not listen to me then listen to our older brother,” Coog relaxed his stance as he looked for some sort of sign of Coop's reaction. Coop just smirked and stood there.
“So where is our older brother Coog?” Coop asked as he began to pace back and forth slowly, “by the way, whats with the dead merc back there?”
“He tried to defend you when we took you into custody.”
“Really,” Coop said with a chuckle, “I have no idea who that merc was but he looks like you guys had a hard time with him.”
“Yes, he fault like one possessed, he kept saying that we would regret the day we tried to cross the dark brotherhood.”

“So where is Caas?” Coop asked as he slowly felt his irritation boiling over.
“He will be here momentarily,” Coog replied with a smirk, “patience little brother.”
“See patience is not,” Coop's voice began to grow a threatening tone as his emotions fine tuned into a solid rage, “one of my strong suits!” Coop cleared the distance between the two nautolans almost instantaneously. Coop lead with a downward swing that his brother easily blocked. Coop turned to his right, putting his back to his brother and spun his emerald blade out wide with his left hand as he ducked down dodging his brother's horizontal slash from Coop's left to his right as he spun around to attack him again. Coop brought his blade up in a diagonal slash that Coog dodged by ducking to his left. Coop could sense his brother's next move as he brought his saber in a full circle to block his brother's horizontal slash. With a push Coop disengaged the two lightsabers which fed into his brother's momentum as he spun around to try the other side. Coop's emerald blade was waiting for him as it collided with Coog's sapphire blue lightsaber. The ensuing sparks from the collision caused Coog to retreat quickly out of range of his brother so that he could reattain his full visual spectrum. Coop didn't waste any time as he erupted with a burst of speed towards his brother and aimed a dual-handed downward slash at his disoriented brother. Coop's emerald blade was stopped just shy of his older brother's head by a lavender blade. Coop looked to his right where a cloaked figure stood holding the lightsabers intricate hilt.
“That is no way to treat your twin brother Coop,” The man's voice soothingly slipped from beneath the cloak and like tendrils bored their way into his subconscious mind. Coop shook it off as he realized who the man was. Coop spun to his right bringing his lightsaber across the throat of the cloaked man. The man was fast but not fast enough to have the fastener to his hood removed. The cloak laid clumsily over the man's face.

“You show some skill with a lightsaber little brother.”
“And you show none Caas,” as Coop called his oldest brothers name the cloaked figure tossed his shroud to the ground behind him.
“I bet you want some answers,” Coop stopped Caas with an upraised hand.
“How many Jedi do I have to humiliate and kill for you to get the clue, I like where I am at,” Coop reached his hand out and could feal the tendrils of energy course down his arm as he wrenched Coog's lightsaber from his hand, “Oh, and I was wondering, is that your weakness or something, I think I have shut up two of you today with just my upraised palm, are you that weak willed that you would just shut up, is my palm that scary?!?” Coop was using this diversionary tactic as not only a way to gain a little time now that he had caught the attention of some onlookers with speeders, but also a way to build up his rage just in case he had to actually stand and fight both of his brothers. Coop's waste of time paid off as a lone speeder came within his jumping distance. Coop didn't squander the chance.

Coop burst into motion towards the craft. With a flick of his wrist Coop threw a crate toward the incapacitated Coog and leaped the expanse, landing on the civilian craft. Coop lifted the lone driver and plunged his lightsaber through his chest, wounding him mortally and then threw him at his older brother who would have to give up the pursuit to save the man's life.

As Coop sped off towards the safe house Caas helped Coog up to his feet.
“Juliet one, we need emergency personnel at holding area Zulu, one civilian with a lightsaber wound to the chest,” Caas turned to the three dead bodies, “also inform the council that we have four funeral rights to perform, Master Caas out.”

“Master Caas,” Coog approached his older brother, “I am sorry I was not strong enough, he has been lead to far off the path to be brought back to the light.”
“Its sad,” Master Caas replied, “it was our fault for keeping him in the dark about us leaving.”

Coop's mind was racing as he arrived at the safe house and gave them his entrance codes. His brothers were both alive and both Jedi. How did they get to where they were and why did they not contact him or his family. Coop could only think of one reason.

It all came together as he sat down in the interrogation room. His family and clan all knew they had left and that telling him would only make him want to leave and join them. What good that did for them to keep this secret. He had just left anyway. Coop was infuriated at the notion that his entire clan had deceived him. They would meet their reckoning day, Coop would ensure that. Coop looked up at the man before him. A human female with brown hair and blue eyes sat across from him.

“So,” The woman looked into a file before her, “my name is.”
“Teu Pepoi, Rollmaster of Clan Naga Sadow, I know of you,” Coop stared evenly into the womans blue eyes.
“Well, Protector Ter'An you have some explaining to do as to why you disappeared for a week,” Teu stopped for a second and produced Coog's lightsaber that Coop had taken from his brother, “and why you have the weapon of a Jedi on your person.”
“Yes ma'am I do,” Coop took a deep breath as he explained the incident that took place and all the details of what happened.

=== Homecoming ===

== DJB Facts ==
{{Empty section}}

== Trivia ==

[[Category:Rogue]]
[[Category:DJB Characters]]

Coop Ter'An

2012-02-09T19:27:46Z

Coop Ter-An:

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}}

{{Quote|He who has not learned to obey, cannot be a good leader|Coop Ter'An}}

[[Coop Ter'An]] is a curious and ambitious blue skinned Nautolan.

== Character History ==
Coop Ter'An grew up in a small village just south of the Pieralos. The capital city of the Nautolan race. He grew up in a small village not worrying about many cares of life. Coop had rarely ever seen a human and most of them where friendly fishers. Coop had two brothers and three sisters. He was the only blue Nautolan in his family and the tribe they lived with.

[[File:Coop_Ter%27An.jpg|thumb|229px|left]]

=== Bad happenings ===
'''28 ABY'''
Coop's childhood was spent swimming around in the deep underwater caverns with his two brothers. One day when he was young his two older brothers left him behind at the village. He was busy talking to some human so they decided to leave without him. Coop didn't realize they had left until they where already in the water and out of sight. Coop knew the region well so he went into the water. After about an hour of searching for his two brother he found a small dagger just floating in the water. Coop moved in and instantly recognized it as his oldest brothers hunting dagger. He looked around to see if they where trying to sneak up on him. Something just didn't feel right about it. He moved to the surface where he saw a ship move up and off the water. Coop hurried back home to find no one had even noticed the boy's disappearance. He talked to his parents, who petitioned their chieftain to send out a search party. The Chieftain denied the families pleas. Coop could feel the rage building in his chest as he picked up a nearby warrior's axe and let it fly at the chieftain. He never saw his brothers since that day. His family has presumed them dead.

=== Drunken Disaster ===
'''31 ABY'''
Coop was cleaning a fish with his brothers knife when he heard the commotion coming from outside. Coop exited the hut to see his fathers human friend beating him to a bloody pulp. Coop ran at the two and barreled into his father's assailant. Coop spun up with his brother's knife in a reverse grip ready for the drunken mans attack. The man didn't let Coop down. He came forward with a tree branch in one hand and a bottle of Whiskey in the other. Coop didn't even think twice. He brought the blade of the knife across the mans throat and watched him bleed out at his feet. The local law enforcement arrested him on murder charges but the charges where completely dropped after a holocron containing the video of the fight surfaced in the evidence. When Coop got home he barricaded himself in his room and stayed there for two weeks before emerging with his pack on his back and his brothers dagger on his waist. He never said a thing to his parents. He just left.

=== One fateful Afternoon ===
'''32 ABY'''
Coop received a holocron with some directions on it. He followed them to the site where a small shuttle was waiting there for him. He paused once to look back over his shoulder before climbing aboard.

== DJB Facts ==
{{Empty section}}

== Trivia ==

[[Category:Rogue]]
[[Category:DJB Characters]]

Coop Ter'An

2011-12-24T02:29:07Z

Coop Ter-An:

Coop Ter'An

2009-12-25T03:10:46Z

Coop Ter-An:

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{{Quote|He who has not learned to obey, cannot be a good leader|Coop Ter'An}}

[[Coop Ter'An]] is a curious and ambitious blue skinned Nautolan.

== Character History ==

Coop Ter'An grew up in a small village just south of the Pieralos. The capital city of the Nautolan race. He grew up in a small village not worrying about many cares of life. Coop had rarely ever seen a human and most of them where friendly fishers. Coop had two brothers and three sisters. He was the only blue Nautolan in his family and the tribe they lived with.

[[image:Coop_Ter'An.jpg]]
=== Bad happenings ===

'''28 ABY'''
Coop's childhood was spent swimming around in the deep underwater caverns with his two brothers. One day when he was young his two older brothers left him behind at the village. He was busy talking to some human so they decided to leave without him. Coop didn't realize they had left until they where already in the water and out of sight. Coop knew the region well so he went into the water. After about an hour of searching for his two brother he found a small dagger just floating in the water. Coop moved in and instantly recognized it as his oldest brothers hunting dagger. He looked around to see if they where trying to sneak up on him. Something just didn't feel right about it. He moved to the surface where he saw a ship move up and off the water. Coop hurried back home to find no one had even noticed the boy's disappearance. He talked to his parents, who petitioned their chieftain to send out a search party. The Chieftain denied the families pleas. Coop could feel the rage building in his chest as he picked up a nearby warrior's axe and let it fly at the chieftain. He never saw his brothers since that day. His family has presumed them dead.

=== Drunken Disaster ===

'''31 ABY'''
Coop was cleaning a fish with his brothers knife when he heard the commotion coming from outside. Coop exited the hut to see his fathers human friend beating him to a bloody pulp. Coop ran at the two and barreled into his father's assailant. Coop spun up with his brother's knife in a reverse grip ready for the drunken mans attack. The man didn't let Coop down. He came forward with a tree branch in one hand and a bottle of Whiskey in the other. Coop didn't even think twice. He brought the blade of the knife across the mans throat and watched him bleed out at his feet. The local law enforcement arrested him on murder charges but the charges where completely dropped after a holocron containing the video of the fight surfaced in the evidence. When Coop got home he barricaded himself in his room and stayed there for two weeks before emerging with his pack on his back and his brothers dagger on his waist. He never said a thing to his parents. He just left.

=== One fateful Afternoon ===

'''32 ABY'''
Coop received a holocron with some directions on it. He followed them to the site where a small shuttle was waiting there for him. He paused once to look back over his shoulder before climbing aboard.

==DJB Facts==

==Trivia==

[[Category:Clan Tarentum]]

File:Coop1.jpg

2009-12-25T03:07:38Z

Coop Ter-An:

Coop Ter'An

2009-12-25T03:02:51Z

Coop Ter-An:

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{{Quote|He who has not learned to obey, cannot be a good leader|Coop Ter'An}}

[[Coop Ter'An]] is a curious and ambitious blue skinned Nautolan.

== Character History ==

Coop Ter'An grew up in a small village just south of the Pieralos. The capital city of the Nautolan race. He grew up in a small village not worrying about many cares of life. Coop had rarely ever seen a human and most of them where friendly fishers. Coop had two brothers and three sisters. He was the only blue Nautolan in his family and the tribe they lived with.

=== Bad happenings ===

'''28 ABY'''
Coop's childhood was spent swimming around in the deep underwater caverns with his two brothers. One day when he was young his two older brothers left him behind at the village. He was busy talking to some human so they decided to leave without him. Coop didn't realize they had left until they where already in the water and out of sight. Coop knew the region well so he went into the water. After about an hour of searching for his two brother he found a small dagger just floating in the water. Coop moved in and instantly recognized it as his oldest brothers hunting dagger. He looked around to see if they where trying to sneak up on him. Something just didn't feel right about it. He moved to the surface where he saw a ship move up and off the water. Coop hurried back home to find no one had even noticed the boy's disappearance. He talked to his parents, who petitioned their chieftain to send out a search party. The Chieftain denied the families pleas. Coop could feel the rage building in his chest as he picked up a nearby warrior's axe and let it fly at the chieftain. He never saw his brothers since that day. His family has presumed them dead.

=== Drunken Disaster ===

'''31 ABY'''
Coop was cleaning a fish with his brothers knife when he heard the commotion coming from outside. Coop exited the hut to see his fathers human friend beating him to a bloody pulp. Coop ran at the two and barreled into his father's assailant. Coop spun up with his brother's knife in a reverse grip ready for the drunken mans attack. The man didn't let Coop down. He came forward with a tree branch in one hand and a bottle of Whiskey in the other. Coop didn't even think twice. He brought the blade of the knife across the mans throat and watched him bleed out at his feet. The local law enforcement arrested him on murder charges but the charges where completely dropped after a holocron containing the video of the fight surfaced in the evidence. When Coop got home he barricaded himself in his room and stayed there for two weeks before emerging with his pack on his back and his brothers dagger on his waist. He never said a thing to his parents. He just left.

[ http://i770.photobucket.com/albums/xx344/ArkinNetall/Coop1.jpg link title]

=== One fateful Afternoon ===

'''32 ABY'''
Coop received a holocron with some directions on it. He followed them to the site where a small shuttle was waiting there for him. He paused once to look back over his shoulder before climbing aboard.

==DJB Facts==

==Trivia==

[[Category:Clan Tarentum]]

Coop Ter'An

2009-12-21T00:01:08Z

Coop Ter-An: /* One fateful Afternoon */

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{{Quote|He who has not learned to obey, cannot be a good leader|Coop Ter'An}}

[[Coop Ter'An]] is a curious and ambitious blue skinned Nautolan.

== Character History ==

Coop Ter'An grew up in a small village just south of the Pieralos. The capital city of the Nautolan race. He grew up in a small village not worrying about many cares of life. Coop had rarely ever seen a human and most of them where friendly fishers. Coop had two brothers and three sisters. He was the only blue Nautolan in his family and the tribe they lived with.

== Bad happenings ==

'''28 ABY'''
Coop's childhood was spent swimming around in the deep underwater caverns with his two brothers. One day when he was young his two older brothers left him behind at the village. He was busy talking to some human so they decided to leave without him. Coop didnt realize they had left until they where already in the water and out of sight. Coop knew the region well so he went into the water. After about an hour of searching for his two brother he found a small dagger just floating in the water. Coop moved in and instantly recognized it as his oldest brothers hunting dagger. He looked around to see if they where trying to sneak up on him. Something just didn't feel right about it. He moved to the surface where he saw a ship move up and off the water. Coop hurried back home to find no one had even noticed the boy's disappearance. He talked to his parents, who petitioned their chieftain to send out a search party. The Chieftain denied the families pleas. Coop could feel the rage building in his chest as he picked up a nearby warrior's axe and let it fly at the chieftain. He never saw his brothers since that day. His family has presumed them dead.

== Drunken Disaster ==

'''31 ABY'''
Coop was cleaning a fish with his brothers knife when he heard the commotion coming from outside. Coop exited the hut to see his fathers human friend beating him to a bloody pulp. Coop ran at the two and barreled into his father's assailant. Coop spun up with his brother's knife in a reverse grip ready for the drunken mans attack. The man didn't let Coop down. He came forward with a tree branch in one hand and a bottle of Whiskey in the other. Coop didn't even think twice. He brought the blade of the knife across the mans throat and watched him bleed out at his feet. The local law enforcement arrested him on murder charges but the charges where completely dropped after a holocron containing the video of the fight surfaced in the evidence. When Coop got home he barricaded himself in his room and stayed there for two weeks before emerging with his pack on his back and his brothers dagger on his waist. He never said a thing to his parents. He just left.

== One fateful Afternoon ==

'''32 ABY'''
Coop recieved a holocron with some directions on it. He followed them to the site where a small shuttle was waiting there for him. He paused once to look back over his shoulder before climbing aboard.

{{End box}}

Coop Ter'An

2009-12-20T23:58:38Z

Coop Ter-An:

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{{Quote|He who has not learned to obey, cannot be a good leader|Coop Ter'An}}

[[Coop Ter'An]] is a curious and ambitious blue skinned Nautolan.

== Character History ==

Coop Ter'An grew up in a small village just south of the Pieralos. The capital city of the Nautolan race. He grew up in a small village not worrying about many cares of life. Coop had rarely ever seen a human and most of them where friendly fishers. Coop had two brothers and three sisters. He was the only blue Nautolan in his family and the tribe they lived with.

== Bad happenings ==

'''28 ABY'''
Coop's childhood was spent swimming around in the deep underwater caverns with his two brothers. One day when he was young his two older brothers left him behind at the village. He was busy talking to some human so they decided to leave without him. Coop didnt realize they had left until they where already in the water and out of sight. Coop knew the region well so he went into the water. After about an hour of searching for his two brother he found a small dagger just floating in the water. Coop moved in and instantly recognized it as his oldest brothers hunting dagger. He looked around to see if they where trying to sneak up on him. Something just didn't feel right about it. He moved to the surface where he saw a ship move up and off the water. Coop hurried back home to find no one had even noticed the boy's disappearance. He talked to his parents, who petitioned their chieftain to send out a search party. The Chieftain denied the families pleas. Coop could feel the rage building in his chest as he picked up a nearby warrior's axe and let it fly at the chieftain. He never saw his brothers since that day. His family has presumed them dead.

== Drunken Disaster ==

'''31 ABY'''
Coop was cleaning a fish with his brothers knife when he heard the commotion coming from outside. Coop exited the hut to see his fathers human friend beating him to a bloody pulp. Coop ran at the two and barreled into his father's assailant. Coop spun up with his brother's knife in a reverse grip ready for the drunken mans attack. The man didn't let Coop down. He came forward with a tree branch in one hand and a bottle of Whiskey in the other. Coop didn't even think twice. He brought the blade of the knife across the mans throat and watched him bleed out at his feet. The local law enforcement arrested him on murder charges but the charges where completely dropped after a holocron containing the video of the fight surfaced in the evidence. When Coop got home he barricaded himself in his room and stayed there for two weeks before emerging with his pack on his back and his brothers dagger on his waist. He never said a thing to his parents. He just left.

== One fateful Afternoon ==

'''32 ABY'''
Coop recieved a holocron with some directions on it. He follows them to the site where a small shuttle was waiting there for him. He paused once to look back over his shoulder before climbing aboard.

{{End box}}

Coop Ter'An

2009-12-20T23:57:41Z

Coop Ter-An:

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{{Quote|He who has not learned to obey, cannot be a good leader|Coop Ter'An}}

[[Coop Ter'An]] is a curious and ambitious blue skinned Nautolan.

== Character History ==

Coop Ter'An grew up in a small village just south of the Pieralos. The capital city of the Nautolan race. He grew up in a not worrying about many cares of life. Coop had rarely ever seen a human and most of them where friendly fishers. Coop had two brothers and three sisters. He was the only blue Nautolan in his family and the tribe they lived with.

== Bad happenings ==

'''28 ABY'''
Coop's childhood was spent swimming around in the deep underwater caverns with his two brothers. One day when he was young his two older brothers left him behind at the village. He was busy talking to some human so they decided to leave without him. Coop didnt realize they had left until they where already in the water and out of sight. Coop knew the region well so he went into the water. After about an hour of searching for his two brother he found a small dagger just floating in the water. Coop moved in and instantly recognized it as his oldest brothers hunting dagger. He looked around to see if they where trying to sneak up on him. Something just didn't feel right about it. He moved to the surface where he saw a ship move up and off the water. Coop hurried back home to find no one had even noticed the boy's disappearance. He talked to his parents, who petitioned their chieftain to send out a search party. The Chieftain denied the families pleas. Coop could feel the rage building in his chest as he picked up a nearby warrior's axe and let it fly at the chieftain. He never saw his brothers since that day. His family has presumed them dead.

== Drunken Disaster ==

'''31 ABY'''
Coop was cleaning a fish with his brothers knife when he heard the commotion coming from outside. Coop exited the hut to see his fathers human friend beating him to a bloody pulp. Coop ran at the two and barreled into his father's assailant. Coop spun up with his brother's knife in a reverse grip ready for the drunken mans attack. The man didn't let Coop down. He came forward with a tree branch in one hand and a bottle of Whiskey in the other. Coop didn't even think twice. He brought the blade of the knife across the mans throat and watched him bleed out at his feet. The local law enforcement arrested him on murder charges but the charges where completely dropped after a holocron containing the video of the fight surfaced in the evidence. When Coop got home he barricaded himself in his room and stayed there for two weeks before emerging with his pack on his back and his brothers dagger on his waist. He never said a thing to his parents. He just left.

== One fateful Afternoon ==

'''32 ABY'''
Coop recieved a holocron with some directions on it. He follows them to the site where a small shuttle was waiting there for him. He paused once to look back over his shoulder before climbing aboard.

{{End box}}

Coop Ter'An

2009-12-20T23:55:50Z

Coop Ter-An:

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|image= [[image:Coop_Ter'An.jpg]]
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{{Quote|He who has not learned to followed, cannot be a good leader|Coop Ter'An}}

[[Coop Ter'An]] is a curious and ambitious blue skinned Nautolan.

== Character History ==

Coop Ter'An grew up in a small village just south of the Pieralos. The capital city of the Nautolan race. He grew up in a not worrying about many cares of life. Coop had rarely ever seen a human and most of them where friendly fishers. Coop had two brothers and three sisters. He was the only blue Nautolan in his family and the tribe they lived with.

== Bad happenings ==

'''28 ABY'''
Coop's childhood was spent swimming around in the deep underwater caverns with his two brothers. One day when he was young his two older brothers left him behind at the village. He was busy talking to some human so they decided to leave without him. Coop didnt realize they had left until they where already in the water and out of sight. Coop knew the region well so he went into the water. After about an hour of searching for his two brother he found a small dagger just floating in the water. Coop moved in and instantly recognized it as his oldest brothers hunting dagger. He looked around to see if they where trying to sneak up on him. Something just didn't feel right about it. He moved to the surface where he saw a ship move up and off the water. Coop hurried back home to find no one had even noticed the boy's disappearance. He talked to his parents, who petitioned their chieftain to send out a search party. The Chieftain denied the families pleas. Coop could feel the rage building in his chest as he picked up a nearby warrior's axe and let it fly at the chieftain. He never saw his brothers since that day. His family has presumed them dead.

== Drunken Disaster ==

'''31 ABY'''
Coop was cleaning a fish with his brothers knife when he heard the commotion coming from outside. Coop exited the hut to see his fathers human friend beating him to a bloody pulp. Coop ran at the two and barreled into his father's assailant. Coop spun up with his brother's knife in a reverse grip ready for the drunken mans attack. The man didn't let Coop down. He came forward with a tree branch in one hand and a bottle of Whiskey in the other. Coop didn't even think twice. He brought the blade of the knife across the mans throat and watched him bleed out at his feet. The local law enforcement arrested him on murder charges but the charges where completely dropped after a holocron containing the video of the fight surfaced in the evidence. When Coop got home he barricaded himself in his room and stayed there for two weeks before emerging with his pack on his back and his brothers dagger on his waist. He never said a thing to his parents. He just left.

== One fateful Afternoon ==

'''32 ABY'''
Coop recieved a holocron with some directions on it. He follows them to the site where a small shuttle was waiting there for him. He paused once to look back over his shoulder before climbing aboard.

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