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Here is the story of Eets'chula:
The room was dark aboard the crowded sandcrawler. Young Eets'chula had come here many times before to play among the dusty, broken droids scattered among the cargo hold. His parents told him, "Oh, little Eety, you could get hurt in here! A room full of old droids is no place for a young tribe prince!" But that never stopped Eets'chula, because the room was full of shiny toys for him to play with, each corner holding a different wonder.
One day, however, as the suns were setting over his homeworld of Tatooine, he found a small shiny box while he was playing in the cargo hold of his father's sandcrawler. "Wow! Look how pretty it is!" He said in Basic. Little Eets'chula started poking it, and prodding it and rubbing it in every sort of way. It took a while, but after a few minutes of playing with it, there was a strange light protruding from the corners!
*Fzztt, ffftt* A strange figure popped up. Eets'chula had never seen such a strange looking creature, and he had been in all the major cities of Tatooine! "Greetings, my friend. I am Jedi Master Osa-Mela. What would you like to know?" With a loud creak, the door to the cargo hold opened. "Yetini! Usa le tay soona soona!" Eets'chula quickly put the glowing box inside his robes, hoping that his father wouldn't see it. "Eets'chula! Are you in here? Your mother has dinner ready!" cried Suchama. "Here I am, father. I'll be right there!" replied Eets'chula. His father said: "Eets'chula, what have we told you about playing in here? You could get hurt!" "Yes Papa," came the response, as they left the room.
And so it was, that Eets'chula activated the strange box every day, until he became old enough to go into the cities on his own. One day, as he was walking through the docking bays admiring the starships, he heard a familiar word. "The Jedi Council will not approve of your actions, Padawan." Were the words of a man in a robe, scolding a younger human. Eets'chula ran up to the man, and said "Sir! Are you a Jedi? I wish to learn the ways of the force!!" The man replied in a low voice: "I am. Where did you learn of The Force?" "From a shiny box in my father's sandcrawler," came the reply. "My name is Mace Windu, what is yours?" Said the man. "Eets'chula is my name. Will you teach me?" "Yes, but I must test your sensitivity to the force, and the only way I can do that is if you come with me to Coruscant. It is far away from here, and you will be gone a long time. Go pack your things, if you wish to train as a Jedi."
And so, against the wishes of his parents, Eets'chula ran back to the sandcrawler and prepared his things, anxious to become a Jedi. Throughout the rest of his years Eets'chula was trained as a Jedi Consular, as we see him today.
I left my homeworld at a young age, much younger than most. As i said good bye to my Dad, he pulled something from behind his cloak. It was a small pack. Inside it help a black cape, and a a pair of red googles. The sun of other worlds hurt my eyes to look at, so i always must wear these precious goggles my father gave me. To this day i still wear both regularly. Then he pulled something off his belt. As he lifted his cloak it revelaed his blaster, his trusted old DL-44. He had used it in his service of the Republic. With it, he told me to always fight hard, and courageously.
I was a freelancer for about a year, where i ended up on tatooine. One night i met a man in a bar. He seemed unusually quiet and calm. When a man in the bar started yelling at him for taking their seat, he gently tried to dissuade them. When it escalated, the man drew his blaster. Much to my suprise, before the man even lifted his blaster the young man beside ignited his silvery blade of light. I was amazed and dumbfounded. The young man neatly deflected the man's 2 shots harmlessly off to the side. I saw a man approaching from the back, and another from the front. I drew my blaster and fired 3 quick shots at the man coming up from behind. Meanwhile, the young jedi had dealt with 2 men in front of him. We both quickly left the bar.
"I had no idea you were a jedi." i said to the man.
"Still, you befriended me. Thats a rare commodity on this planet it seems. Thanks for the help back there, can itake you to where you need to go?"
"No," i said, "i have no ship and i'm simply a freelancer."
"Well, with your skills, you could hold a job in the Republic. Why don't you return to corusccant with me."
I rembered all the stories i had been told by my father, all his adventures in the Republic."Sure, why not? I had nothing else to do." i said.
So i served in the Republic for many years. I was a spy, and a good one at that, i did many dangerous missions, and met many dangerous people. I also met many people, jedi and others alike. I never lost my friend with the silver blade, he taught me so much, things that i could not learn anywhere else.
Then, i left the sevice of the Republic, never againt to serve as a spy and scout in the army. One day, ironically i guess, i ended up on tatooine, the place where it all had bagan. So, when i walkined into the same bar i has left so long ago, i was shocked to meet so many old friends.
OONON WAS BORN IN THE THIN ATMOSOHERE OF DORIN TO OON AND ON WHO WERE BOTH POWERFUL JEDI THEY SENT ME TO CORUSCANT AT A YOUNG AGE TO STUDY UNDER PLO KOON FOR MANY YEARS I LEARNED ALL SIDES OF THE FORCE PLO TAUGHT ME MANY THINGS INCLUDING TO B MINDFUL OF THE LIVING FORCE AND TO ALWAYS B SMARTER THAN YOUR ENEMY. HE WAS A VERY TOUGH MASTER TEACHING ME TO B FULLY OBIDIENT TO THE LIGHT SIDE. THIS TRAINING HAD A PURPOSE THOUGH HE HOPED ONE DAY FOR ME TO DO AS HE HAD AND B ABLE TO USE TECHNIQUES FROM BOTH SIDES OF THE FORCE WITHOUT TURNING TO THE DARK SIDE. HE TAUGHT ME WAYS OF USING MY WEEKNESSES AS STRENGTHS AND HE TAUGHT ME WELL. BEING ON TATOOINE IS MY FIRST MISSION AWAY FROM MY MASTER. I HOPE TO MAKE HIM PROUD
*asks Uttinni what his history is*
"Decanshana"...translation..."I dunno"
*asks Uttinni why*
"Habentana"...translation..."Cann't Remember"
:jawa :D :jawa
Originally posted by darthfergie
*asks Uttinni what his history is*
"Decanshana"...translation..."I dunno"
*asks Uttinni why*
"Habentana"...translation..."Cann't Remember"
:jawa :D :jawa
Oh, comon Ferg! Can't you be at least a little more creative like me and Eets'chula?
Hey does anyone want to help make my backstory...I'm real bad at it :(
Originally posted by Kvan
Hey does anyone want to help make my backstory...I'm real bad at it :(
It was a dark and stormy night... And Kvan's character found himself suddenly transported to where the rest of the group is.
THE END!
:D
Originally posted by Eets'chula
It was a dark and stormy night... And Kvan's character found himself suddenly transported to where the rest of the group is.
THE END!
:D OMG! Thats a perfect story! Exactly what I was looking for! :)
Yeah, I know.
I'm gifted.
Really though, does someone want to help me make up a story? Maybe a certain person can get on AIM right now and we can talk about it ;)
Originally posted by Tie Guy
Oh, comon Ferg! Can't you be at least a little more creative like me and Eets'chula?
Okay, okay...I'll ask Uttinni to make one up tomorrow...well that is if he can think of one...
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Here's an idea fergie. You were bitten by a radioactive jawa, which made you a 6 foot tall jawa ;)
My past is shadowy, like that of many others. I was brought up by my parents till age 12 on the planet of Curuscant. However, soon after my twelfth birthday my parents were convicted of a crime they didn't commit and were sentenced to the spice mines of Kessel. For the next 5 years I was a street urchin in the big city of Curuscant. I learned to survive by sensing what someone was about to do my anticipating their movements, and gained near-Jedi reflexes quickly.
When I was 17, I spied by chance a mysterious caravan entering an underground shelter. I saw a chance to investigate, and took it. Moving stealthily, I inched over to the last vehicle of the caravan. I slowly lifted the covering, and beheld the most beautiful weapon I had ever laid my eyes on. It was the weapon known as a Force Pike. Then a guard saw me and yelled "Stop thief!" I hurriedly grabbed the weapon and ran. I managed to evade capture, and kept the weapon.
Over the next 10 years, I practiced using my Force Pike and earned a little money by repairing ships, computers and droids, which I had an amazing natural talent for. I used some of the money to buy tools for my trade. I rarely fought, as I mostly stayed in the shadows. When I did fight however, I planned my strategy quickly and carefully and struck quick and hard.
I travelled around the galaxies, finding work where I could. I was hired as a gunner aboard starships several times, and became quite good at it. One of my few acquaintances told me that I could find good opportunities on the planet Tatooine. So there I was, in the shadows of a small bar when the battle droids attacked. I was intrigued by their lightsabers and other weapons skills I followed the companions to their room, and heard them wonder if they should hire someone to help them with the computer. I offered my assistance, for a small fee.