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| | ==Family and Friends== |
| | ===Kharin L'assaut=== |
| | Kharin is Jhonario's older sister. She is free-spirited and reckless; and tends to get herself into trouble. |
| | ===QRT-64, aka "QWERTY"=== |
| | The QRT line of droids was produced by Industrial Automaton around the turn of the century as companions for Imperial children. These models were also sometimes given as gifts to members of the "slave races" who were under the employ of the Empire. It was thought that, because these droids contained simpler programming, less civilized races would not be able to use these droids much to their advantage. What IA didn't realize was that these droids were also very easy to mod out, due to the inefficient (some would say primitive) use of space in their design. QWERTY was given to Jhonario at the age of 3. By the time he was 5, it had been upgraded with a complex AI capable of understanding Ryl and basic, as well as a robust, modular speech synthesizer. Archon and Doria L'assaut spared no expense for the education of their children. |
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| In the beginning of Jhonario's training, he was just a military brat. He thought that one only needed a strong army to conquer. Along his travels, he became more exposed to the phenomenon of the force, and came to find out that he himself had some connection to the force. He became more and more aware with the connection between the mysterious Sith, and the Moffs with whom he was familiar. | | In the beginning of Jhonario's training, he was just a military brat. He thought that one only needed a strong army to conquer. Along his travels, he became more exposed to the phenomenon of the force, and came to find out that he himself had some connection to the force. He became more and more aware with the connection between the mysterious Sith, and the Moffs with whom he was familiar. |
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| ==Family and Friends== | | ==Tales== |
| ===Kharin L'assaut=== | | ===Stuck on Khar Delba=== |
| Kharin is Jhonario's older sister. She is free-spirited and reckless; and tends to get herself into trouble.
| | “We continue?” QWERTY asked in his odd computer-like tone. |
| ===QRT-64, aka "QWERTY"===
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| The QRT line of droids was produced by Industrial Automaton around the turn of the century as companions for Imperial children. These models were also sometimes given as gifts to members of the "slave races" who were under the employ of the Empire. It was thought that, because these droids contained simpler programming, less civilized races would not be able to use these droids much to their advantage. What IA didn't realize was that these droids were also very easy to mod out, due to the inefficient (some would say primitive) use of space in their design. QWERTY was given to Jhonario at the age of 3. By the time he was 5, it had been upgraded with a complex AI capable of understanding Ryl and basic, as well as a robust, modular speech synthesizer. Archon and Doria L'assaut spared no expense for the education of their children.
| | “Yes, yes, I’m trying to navigate here. Calm down..,” Jhonario fired back in an agitated whisper. |
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| | “The next right is in…5…meters-“ |
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| | “Blasted GPS… No, I mean hold on.” |
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| | At this point, it was time to admit that Jhonario was stalling. The cave had an eerie quietness to it. No spy enjoys struggling to be quieter than their surroundings. What could be around that corner? Jhonario really didn’t want to find out. In fact, he didn’t even like caves… or ice, for that matter. |
| | Jhonario didn't fully understand why he’d been sent Khar Delba. It wasn’t as if there was a lot to see on this planet – just a bunch of rocks and ice. They were looking for something ancient: a holocron made by a dark lord named, Vestivus. Why the masters wanted to find this thing, nobody knew. It especially made no logical sense to Jhonario. He tried to think like a sith as hard as he could. Why would somebody want a 5000 year old thing that was surely of no relevance anymore? And how could this thing be of any military importance in the present time? Furthermore, why was he only qualified to take a mission like this? It was as if they wanted to keep him out of their sight. |
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| | If anything, he could have been working for credits somewhere. Credits never seemed to attract his attention, though. Credits never seem to interest someone with motivation, and Jhonario definitely had it. Motivation to improve, to conquer, to rule? What was it that he was after? The Imperial Army was not his own vision for his future - it was what his father wanted for him. In so many ways, Jhonario's choices were not his own. This had always caused a conflict within him. He longed to be effectual, to make an impact. That was pretty much the crux; the heart of the matter. He was sure of one thing, though – that his life decisions were better than his sister's. |
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| | Jhonario's sister, Kharin, was a slave to her dreams. She had run off to dusty old Korriban to become a Sith when she was only 13. Father was powerless to stop her. After all, the L'assaut family had gained their freedom only by being bold and reckless. To be complacent and stagnant was never a real choice in father's mind. He could never deny that drive to his only daughter. At the time, he only wished that she would fly as far as her heart could take her. He never could have predicted that she would become entangled with enemies of the empire – Darth Argentim, an evil dark lord; and Captain Dargon Jackson of the Republic. |
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| | Just then, Jhonario heard what sounded like a shockwave, followed by something large dropping through ice. The very ground shook with a loud rumble. |
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| | “Q, get over here!” yelled Jhonario, excitedly. Immediately, the two were hugging the wall. |
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| | “Hmh, must have been the next room,” Jhonario mused. |
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| | The two explorers were intrigued but unafraid. Jhonario had decided mentally that there was nothing that he could lose; and QWERTY, being an astromech droid, was lacking in fight-or-flight response. Jhonario and QWERTY slowly yet valiantly edged around the corner, hoping that the ice wouldn’t break under their weight. |
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| | Just then, a small crack revealed itself under them. Jhonario lept like an akk dog away from danger. As if he knew it was coming, he looked straight behind him at QWERTY. QWERTY was having difficulty gaining traction on the ice. Jhonario grabbed him the force just as the ice fall beneath him. |
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| | “Gotcha, buddy.” |
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| | Jhonario slipped on his own feet, and almost dropped QWERTY. A half-second later, Jhonario had regained his orientation and his hold on the droid. Jhonario struggled to move him to safety, and only barely got him there. Jhonario waited for a moment, clutching his computerized friend sideways on the icy floor. |
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| | “QRT-64 temperature is low!” |
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| | “Yea, I’ll bet. Volume down, please.” |
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| | “Volume has been lowered, master,” said QWERTY exactly 5 decibels softer. |
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| | “Well, friend, any ideas?” |
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| | “Shockwave detected from USC Milliventure. Right auxilliary thruster damage. Luxury cargo hull damaged. Casualties-“ |
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| | “WHAT?!” |
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| | That was Dargon’s flagship. Last he had heard, Kharin had run off to get married with that lowlife Republic grunt. |
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| | “Oh no…” Jhonario muttered to himself, almost as if he could see what was about to happen next. |
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| | Just then, a second shockwave tore through the ceiling. Jhonario took a sensation that felt like a million miles of brick wall being dropped on him. It was a couple hundred grams of ice, but it might as well have been thousands. Jhonario had barely enough time to cover his face. And here he laid for a good while. He was unable to move and barely able to breathe. All he could do at this point was breathe. |
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| | Jhonario felt totally hopeless. In all probability, his sister was going to die, and so would he. Deep inside, he knew that Argentim was behind this. He was the only person who would try to fight Dargon Jackson’s fleet, and the only Darth who could possibly do that much damage. |
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| | “What the hell am I doing to do?” he thought. He struggled to turn his head to the left, only managing 45 degrees. QWERTY was there in his peripheral vision, quietly staring with his singular eye. |
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| | “…Master?” QWERTY said softly in a shaky, rattling voice. |
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| | “Q…” |
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| | “You are alive, master. I am pleased to receive this input.” |
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| | Jhonario managed a half-smile, and a single tear started to trickle down his cheek. Jhonario was not relieved. He knew they were going to die here. Active recon duty started quick, and ended quick. This was it. |
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| | Suddenly, a luminescent bubble emerged from Jho’s body, surrounding him. The bubble seemed to push all ice away from him, and QWERTY as well. Jhonario’s eyes widened and his heart jumped two speeds. |
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| | “Temporal disturbance detected, presumed force power-,“ Q stated in a monotone as his voice trailed off. Just as suddenly as the force bubble had appeared, he was now being pulled up; and at increasing speeds. Jhonario looked up and noticed the ice most definitely was clearing out of the way, as if someone else was doing it. And then, he realized what was happening. A strong scowl struck across Jho’s face like lightning. |
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| | “You karking bastard..” he muttered, still rising. |
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| | Within a small moment, Jhonario was free of the ice, and now floating 30 feet above a large ice chasm. Jhonario flailed hopelessly, as if wading in deep water. His body slowly turned by itself, and across the chasm, he saw a line of hooded figures. He could see and hear the figures turning to eachother and talking. Otherwise, though, they were wrapped in shadow. One of the figures stepped forward. As he began to remove his hood, Jhonario already knew who it was. |
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| | “ARGENTIM!!!” He screamed with sheer venom, his eyes like angry lazers burning into his vision. Darth Argentim was a giant, bald rattataki with a tattooed, silver face. His eyes were cold and just as silver as his skin. He had a proud smirk on his face, and if he knew he had achieved what he wanted to do. |
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| | Suddenly, Argentim spoke. |
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| | “YOU are treading on unsafe ground, little sithling..,” said Argentim. |
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| | “DON’T call me a sith, I’m not like one of you!” Jhonario shot back. |
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| | “Not a sith? But you show such promise!” |
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| | “I’m here on vacation. I have no idea what you’re talking about..” |
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| | “Don’t play with me, boy. I know exactly what you’re doing here. Your master is after a holocron! A holocron of… Darth… VESTIVUS... Am I wrong?” |
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| | “What did you do to my sister?!” |
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| | “I have removed the traitor! I have removed the obstacles for you. You want the holocron? You want power? You want to learn the secret ancient force phantom technique? It’s right here!” Argentim yelled, as he produced a glowing red pyramid from his robes. “Do you have what it takes, little sithling? I’ve seen you move things with your mind. I know Kharin teaches you. Where has it gotten you, boy?” Argentim yelled through a boastingly proud smile. Jhonario’s face literally exploded with anger. As he struggled to push back Argentim’s strong force binding, Argentim watched eagerly. After a while, his face melted into a frown. “I see..,” said Argentim. |
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| | His eyes erupted with fire as he pushed Jhonario outward with a forceful blast. Jhonario spun and tumbled and landed in a soft cushion of snow; though it did not feel soft to Jhonario due to his flying velocity. Jhonario was once again trapped, but this time, he could easily escape. He could sense that the figures were not coming towards him. In fact, they were walking away, as if there was nothing more to see. Argentim’s thought seemed to reach Jhonario’s mind somehow: |
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| | “You will grow powerful, boy. But first, I will mold you. And if you will not be molded, you will die. You are not yet ready to master the force. First, you must master combat. We will see eachother very soon, apprentice. Be ready…” |
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| | Jhonario opened his eyes in an unfamiliar room. He was laying on a table. There were bright, almost blinding lights above him. Jhonario quickly noticed that this was a medical ward. He looked to his left , and there was QWERTY, piled in a corner, his lights faintly blinking. He then noticed the Republic insignia on a cloth on the wall, and there was someone coming from behind the door. This was not going to end well. |
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| | Life takes one in strange directions. The force has a tendency to wrap beings in its power, trap them in its causes, and leave them changed forever. On the icy, barren cliffs of Khar Delba, Jhonario found himself. He knew when he was signing up for the army that it would change his life, he just didn't know how. Khar Delba was a peaceful place now - eerily so - yet it contained the seething spirits of so many fallen warriors. So many beings of different races had come here; to claim a legend, a story. And so now, as Jhonario finds himself in the same predicament. So many who are strong enough to stand up and claim their destiny are powerless to change their fate. |
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- "One night in Ryloth makes the tough guys crumble..."
- ―Ryl Proverb
Family and Friends
Kharin L'assaut
Kharin is Jhonario's older sister. She is free-spirited and reckless; and tends to get herself into trouble.
QRT-64, aka "QWERTY"
The QRT line of droids was produced by Industrial Automaton around the turn of the century as companions for Imperial children. These models were also sometimes given as gifts to members of the "slave races" who were under the employ of the Empire. It was thought that, because these droids contained simpler programming, less civilized races would not be able to use these droids much to their advantage. What IA didn't realize was that these droids were also very easy to mod out, due to the inefficient (some would say primitive) use of space in their design. QWERTY was given to Jhonario at the age of 3. By the time he was 5, it had been upgraded with a complex AI capable of understanding Ryl and basic, as well as a robust, modular speech synthesizer. Archon and Doria L'assaut spared no expense for the education of their children.
History
The Early Years
Jhonario was born on Ryloth in the year 10 ABY to a family of Twi'lek slaves. Jhonario's childhood idol was always Darth Vader, and he felt early on in life that he was meant for great things in the universe. Since then he has sought all types of knowledge: in combat, military strategy, and leadership. Jhonario believes that there are two sides of the dictatorship coin, and that sometimes you need to kill in order to make peace. In terms of morality, Jhonario keeps his family closest. All others take a much lesser importance in his mind.
A New Direction
In the beginning of Jhonario's training, he was just a military brat. He thought that one only needed a strong army to conquer. Along his travels, he became more exposed to the phenomenon of the force, and came to find out that he himself had some connection to the force. He became more and more aware with the connection between the mysterious Sith, and the Moffs with whom he was familiar.
Tales
Stuck on Khar Delba
“We continue?” QWERTY asked in his odd computer-like tone.
“Yes, yes, I’m trying to navigate here. Calm down..,” Jhonario fired back in an agitated whisper.
“The next right is in…5…meters-“
“Blasted GPS… No, I mean hold on.”
At this point, it was time to admit that Jhonario was stalling. The cave had an eerie quietness to it. No spy enjoys struggling to be quieter than their surroundings. What could be around that corner? Jhonario really didn’t want to find out. In fact, he didn’t even like caves… or ice, for that matter.
Jhonario didn't fully understand why he’d been sent Khar Delba. It wasn’t as if there was a lot to see on this planet – just a bunch of rocks and ice. They were looking for something ancient: a holocron made by a dark lord named, Vestivus. Why the masters wanted to find this thing, nobody knew. It especially made no logical sense to Jhonario. He tried to think like a sith as hard as he could. Why would somebody want a 5000 year old thing that was surely of no relevance anymore? And how could this thing be of any military importance in the present time? Furthermore, why was he only qualified to take a mission like this? It was as if they wanted to keep him out of their sight.
If anything, he could have been working for credits somewhere. Credits never seemed to attract his attention, though. Credits never seem to interest someone with motivation, and Jhonario definitely had it. Motivation to improve, to conquer, to rule? What was it that he was after? The Imperial Army was not his own vision for his future - it was what his father wanted for him. In so many ways, Jhonario's choices were not his own. This had always caused a conflict within him. He longed to be effectual, to make an impact. That was pretty much the crux; the heart of the matter. He was sure of one thing, though – that his life decisions were better than his sister's.
Jhonario's sister, Kharin, was a slave to her dreams. She had run off to dusty old Korriban to become a Sith when she was only 13. Father was powerless to stop her. After all, the L'assaut family had gained their freedom only by being bold and reckless. To be complacent and stagnant was never a real choice in father's mind. He could never deny that drive to his only daughter. At the time, he only wished that she would fly as far as her heart could take her. He never could have predicted that she would become entangled with enemies of the empire – Darth Argentim, an evil dark lord; and Captain Dargon Jackson of the Republic.
Just then, Jhonario heard what sounded like a shockwave, followed by something large dropping through ice. The very ground shook with a loud rumble.
“Q, get over here!” yelled Jhonario, excitedly. Immediately, the two were hugging the wall.
“Hmh, must have been the next room,” Jhonario mused.
The two explorers were intrigued but unafraid. Jhonario had decided mentally that there was nothing that he could lose; and QWERTY, being an astromech droid, was lacking in fight-or-flight response. Jhonario and QWERTY slowly yet valiantly edged around the corner, hoping that the ice wouldn’t break under their weight.
Just then, a small crack revealed itself under them. Jhonario lept like an akk dog away from danger. As if he knew it was coming, he looked straight behind him at QWERTY. QWERTY was having difficulty gaining traction on the ice. Jhonario grabbed him the force just as the ice fall beneath him.
“Gotcha, buddy.”
Jhonario slipped on his own feet, and almost dropped QWERTY. A half-second later, Jhonario had regained his orientation and his hold on the droid. Jhonario struggled to move him to safety, and only barely got him there. Jhonario waited for a moment, clutching his computerized friend sideways on the icy floor.
“QRT-64 temperature is low!”
“Yea, I’ll bet. Volume down, please.”
“Volume has been lowered, master,” said QWERTY exactly 5 decibels softer.
“Well, friend, any ideas?”
“Shockwave detected from USC Milliventure. Right auxilliary thruster damage. Luxury cargo hull damaged. Casualties-“
“WHAT?!”
That was Dargon’s flagship. Last he had heard, Kharin had run off to get married with that lowlife Republic grunt.
“Oh no…” Jhonario muttered to himself, almost as if he could see what was about to happen next.
Just then, a second shockwave tore through the ceiling. Jhonario took a sensation that felt like a million miles of brick wall being dropped on him. It was a couple hundred grams of ice, but it might as well have been thousands. Jhonario had barely enough time to cover his face. And here he laid for a good while. He was unable to move and barely able to breathe. All he could do at this point was breathe.
Jhonario felt totally hopeless. In all probability, his sister was going to die, and so would he. Deep inside, he knew that Argentim was behind this. He was the only person who would try to fight Dargon Jackson’s fleet, and the only Darth who could possibly do that much damage.
“What the hell am I doing to do?” he thought. He struggled to turn his head to the left, only managing 45 degrees. QWERTY was there in his peripheral vision, quietly staring with his singular eye.
“…Master?” QWERTY said softly in a shaky, rattling voice.
“Q…”
“You are alive, master. I am pleased to receive this input.”
Jhonario managed a half-smile, and a single tear started to trickle down his cheek. Jhonario was not relieved. He knew they were going to die here. Active recon duty started quick, and ended quick. This was it.
Suddenly, a luminescent bubble emerged from Jho’s body, surrounding him. The bubble seemed to push all ice away from him, and QWERTY as well. Jhonario’s eyes widened and his heart jumped two speeds.
“Temporal disturbance detected, presumed force power-,“ Q stated in a monotone as his voice trailed off. Just as suddenly as the force bubble had appeared, he was now being pulled up; and at increasing speeds. Jhonario looked up and noticed the ice most definitely was clearing out of the way, as if someone else was doing it. And then, he realized what was happening. A strong scowl struck across Jho’s face like lightning.
“You karking bastard..” he muttered, still rising.
Within a small moment, Jhonario was free of the ice, and now floating 30 feet above a large ice chasm. Jhonario flailed hopelessly, as if wading in deep water. His body slowly turned by itself, and across the chasm, he saw a line of hooded figures. He could see and hear the figures turning to eachother and talking. Otherwise, though, they were wrapped in shadow. One of the figures stepped forward. As he began to remove his hood, Jhonario already knew who it was.
“ARGENTIM!!!” He screamed with sheer venom, his eyes like angry lazers burning into his vision. Darth Argentim was a giant, bald rattataki with a tattooed, silver face. His eyes were cold and just as silver as his skin. He had a proud smirk on his face, and if he knew he had achieved what he wanted to do.
Suddenly, Argentim spoke.
“YOU are treading on unsafe ground, little sithling..,” said Argentim.
“DON’T call me a sith, I’m not like one of you!” Jhonario shot back.
“Not a sith? But you show such promise!”
“I’m here on vacation. I have no idea what you’re talking about..”
“Don’t play with me, boy. I know exactly what you’re doing here. Your master is after a holocron! A holocron of… Darth… VESTIVUS... Am I wrong?”
“What did you do to my sister?!”
“I have removed the traitor! I have removed the obstacles for you. You want the holocron? You want power? You want to learn the secret ancient force phantom technique? It’s right here!” Argentim yelled, as he produced a glowing red pyramid from his robes. “Do you have what it takes, little sithling? I’ve seen you move things with your mind. I know Kharin teaches you. Where has it gotten you, boy?” Argentim yelled through a boastingly proud smile. Jhonario’s face literally exploded with anger. As he struggled to push back Argentim’s strong force binding, Argentim watched eagerly. After a while, his face melted into a frown. “I see..,” said Argentim.
His eyes erupted with fire as he pushed Jhonario outward with a forceful blast. Jhonario spun and tumbled and landed in a soft cushion of snow; though it did not feel soft to Jhonario due to his flying velocity. Jhonario was once again trapped, but this time, he could easily escape. He could sense that the figures were not coming towards him. In fact, they were walking away, as if there was nothing more to see. Argentim’s thought seemed to reach Jhonario’s mind somehow:
“You will grow powerful, boy. But first, I will mold you. And if you will not be molded, you will die. You are not yet ready to master the force. First, you must master combat. We will see eachother very soon, apprentice. Be ready…”
Jhonario opened his eyes in an unfamiliar room. He was laying on a table. There were bright, almost blinding lights above him. Jhonario quickly noticed that this was a medical ward. He looked to his left , and there was QWERTY, piled in a corner, his lights faintly blinking. He then noticed the Republic insignia on a cloth on the wall, and there was someone coming from behind the door. This was not going to end well.
Life takes one in strange directions. The force has a tendency to wrap beings in its power, trap them in its causes, and leave them changed forever. On the icy, barren cliffs of Khar Delba, Jhonario found himself. He knew when he was signing up for the army that it would change his life, he just didn't know how. Khar Delba was a peaceful place now - eerily so - yet it contained the seething spirits of so many fallen warriors. So many beings of different races had come here; to claim a legend, a story. And so now, as Jhonario finds himself in the same predicament. So many who are strong enough to stand up and claim their destiny are powerless to change their fate.