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Did you ever hear the tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise? This article details the history of a character who no longer actively takes part in current events.
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| Raiden "Thunder" Takahiro
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Dxun
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16 ABY
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Human
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Male
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1.9 meters
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105 kilograms
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Black
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Blue
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- Mercenary Assassin
- Gladiator (former)
- Body Guard
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- "I’ve known no fear, no love, no purpose or respect. I was never given the chance."
- ―Raiden Takahiro
Character History
PDP Entry 0001 – Reflection
Nineteen years, that doesn’t seem like a long time, but for me, it’s all I have. As it stands right now, I am an Acolyte of the Sith and I’ve just recently joined a… a sort of collection… of Dark Jedi. They, well I guess we, call ourselves the “Dark Jedi Brotherhood”. I really don’t know what to make of it… not yet at least; I sense a sort of deepness and a certain darkness to it all, especially in the older and more superior members. In any case, I feel that this is a unique moment in time, opportune; I am going to start archiving the major events in my life, for… reflection. Perhaps someday others will take interest… I guess that would mean I would have to end up being successful. I digress… perhaps and especially for eyes other then my own, an explanation is in order of where it all began.
PDP Entry 0002 – The Beginning
Dxun, a most dangerous and inhospitable moon off of Onderon, that is where I somehow managed to spend the first sixteen years of my life. How did I get there? Good Question! I have absolutely no idea… You see I wasn’t exactly there by choice or conviction; I was a Gladiator, forced to fight savage beasts and sometimes other gladiators for the pure entertainment of our guests. Was I born there? Unlikely, I was probably abducted as a child, my parents robbed, sold into slavery or murdered.
Dxun, where Raiden grew up.
I was “owned” by a group that called themselves the Dxun Court of Gladiators; they were a small and unorganized clique of criminals, smugglers, and bums who banded together to form a somewhat successful arena. The grounds were moderate in size; the arena itself was a circular pit dug five meters into the ground with a five meter high electric fence, angled inward, surrounding the top preventing escape. With a circumference of fifteen meters it would easily entertain a crowd of several hundred. Within the pit were several cages housing some of the most fearsome of Dxun’s beasts, including Zakkeg and Maalraas. There was also a tunnel leading to a sort of bunker which housed the Gladiators and contained the personal quarters of the Court members. Matches were held once a week and would be promoted in Cantinas across Onderon, however the capital city, Iziz, is where most of the crowd was drawn. Articular Furk, one of the Courts founding members, owned a small freighter that he would use to shuttle guests to and from Onderon. Admission to the arena carried a price of three hundred and fifty credits, once there; bets would be taken for the days participants.
I was the youngest of all the gladiators, and as far as I knew I was unique in that I was abducted and trained from such an early age. I’d be lying if I said I wished it never happened to me, my fellow gladiators treated me like a member of the family. I was trained to fight by people who fought for the lives every single day, who better a teacher? They didn’t want me to die… they looked at me as if it were there mission to ensure I was capable enough to best anything that ring could throw at me. They nick named me Thunder, because I would always roar when I fought.
As I neared the fighting age of fifteen, I was good… damn good. I could beat each and everyone one of the gladiators one on one in a duel. I guess when fighting is all you’ve ever known, you have no choice but to be good. When I turned fifteen I was scheduled for my first real match, I was to fight three female Maalraas. I was so excited, remember this was all I knew, it was everything I had been preparing for my entire life. I wanted nothing more than to be in that ring, to smell the warm humid air and to stare my opponent straight in the eyes, to put blood and metal into my victory. Evidently the Onderon law enforcement caught wind of illegal gladiator activities on Dxun and sent a contingent to free the prisoners and shut the group down. I never got my day in the ring… and I will never forget the day they arrived.
A Maalrass.
The police force arrived in the night, they tried to be stealthy but they failed. I awoke to the sound of screams and blaster fire. Articular had come running down the hall and unlocked all of our cell doors, his last words still ring clearly in my head.
“The Court is compromised… fight for us! Protect your Court! Protect us! Hel----…”
Unfortunately he was never able to finish his sentence, Rocker, the biggest and oldest gladiator felt it was time to break his neck, we agreed. We then decided it was best not to stick around… we didn’t exactly know it was the police coming to release us, for all we knew the Court pissed off the wrong guy and now he was blowing the place to high hell. One of the younger gladiators, a man in his mid twenties, was a pilot before he was taken to Dxun. We called him Redsky because he would always look up and thank the sky after his battles. He recommended we steal Articular’s freighter and high tail it out of there.
The plan was simple and sound and we were able to make short work of anyone who tried to get in our way. Unfortunately just as we were clearing Dxun’s atmosphere, one of the Onderon fighters clipped an engine and down we went… Luckily the ship crashed landed a few miles outside the city of Iziz on Onderon. I was knocked unconscious… I guess the other gladiators who survived the crash thought I was dead; they took off and left me there. I was awoken by the same security force that shot us down. Thankfully since I was only fifteen years old they didn’t mistake me for one of the Court members. I was taken to the hospital and was able to rest for awhile. I would never see any of the Gladiators again.