Post by ThreeDawg on Jan 14, 2016 20:47:13 GMT -5
General Information
Name: Yela ("Yay-la").
Nicknames/Aliases: Little Pink, Dzzrrt Zzzrrt'rrrt.
Species: Human.
Gender: Female.
Age: 19.
Homeworld: Hoth, Anoat Sector.
Appearance
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 132lbs
Eye Color: Green.
Hair Style: Keeps her hair held up in a bun.
Hair Color: Mousey Browny-Blonde. You know the colour.
Facial Hair: None.
Skin Color: Quite pale. Not exactly translucent, more reflective. Has a glow about her though, especially her face where her cheeks flush.
Build: Quite a lithe body frame, make a good dancer. But too short for that though.
Distinguishing Features: Doesn't have much in the way of personal care. Keeps herself hygienically clean but doesn't give a wampa's fluff about presenting herself.
Apparel: Likes to wear the white fur coats from her homeworld, but has been given a standard brown and beige Padawan's robe, shirt, pants and sash since her official induction into the order.
Weaponry: Wields one yellow-crystal Lightsaber, circa 25 BBY. Used to belong to a Jedi Padawan before the Purge. Fell into the hands of his master, the Jedi Knight Bruzac who kept it into exile. Also carries a holdout blaster, weak enough to seriously wound unarmoured opponents but not enough to do series damage to anybody in any significant armour.
Equipment: Basic Survival Gear, issued by the Jedi Order. It's only a small pouch, tiny in comparison to the impressive set of improvised tools she had back on Hoth. Wouldn't even last her a month in the frigid southern glaciers.
Other Details
Profession: Jedi Padawan.
Skills: Has some extreme survival skills. Growing up on Hoth amidst scavengers and wampas she knows how to keep herself going on practically nothing and what parts of a machine might sell for some creds.
Force-Sensitive: Yes.
Training: Has had something resembling Jedi training from her fourth birthday, although has only picked up any real Jedi training in the last couple of years.
Vehicle: Doesn't own a vehicle, but knows how to drive conventional types of speeder.
Starship: Doesn't own a starship, while just fly in whatever the Order give her. Does know how to pilot though, picked those skills up quite readily on Hoth.
Other Possessions: Has no concept of personal belongings, or at least let's on that she doesn't.
Companions: A Talz Jedi Master named Bruzac.
Personal Information
Factional Affiliation: Republic, Jedi Order.
Rank: Padawan.
Sexual Preference: This question isn't suitable for a Jedi! Although... She doesn't really have a preference for anything, she admires life in all its shapes, sizes and genders.
Relationship Status: Never had one, may never.
Personality: Yela is an oddball, to say the least. Naturally she's talkative, fidgety and generally lacking in attention. That is, unless she's using the Force. The Force had a kind of calming effect on her, which lends itself well to helping her meditate and remain focused - assuming there's nothing overly distractive.
Raised on her own with a Talz she's not really got the social skills to keep her from breaking people's personal privacy, bubbles, safe spaces and lockers. She doesn't mean any harm by it, but she doesn't quite understand boundaries. Even when it comes to items, she'll regularly "borrow" anything that's not either tied down or locked away, which some would call being a kleptomaniac but she calls being resourceful. I mean, when do you know when you'll next need a laser burner?
Force Abilities
Force Archetype: Sentinel.
Powers Known/Level of Mastery:
Adept:
Planetary Telepathy,
Apprentice:
Tapas,
Force Weapon,
Force Jump,
Comprehend Speech,
Basic Telekinesis.
Lightsaber Forms Known/Level of Mastery:
Apprentice:
Soresu,
Makashi.
History
Order 66.
The words echoed across the galaxy, and with them came death and destruction. The Force's pain could be felt even on the remote fringes of space, even in the desolate planet of Hoth.
A Talz woke with a start, his fur standing on end as his heart pumped adrenalin through his body. Large eyes adjusted quickly to the darkness of the insulated habitat he was sleeping in. The force brought to him his lightsabers, and with both in hand he edged towards the habitat's plexiglass door. Outside was frozen, the darkness only making it colder by the second.
The Talz was not alone. He knew this, because he came with them. A group of Clone Troopers were to accompany the Jedi to a supposed CIS outpost that was heading operations in the sector. The Republic hadn't thought to check this far out, until a tip-off led them here.
They thought they'd found it, the attack was to occur at next dawn. But the Clones were active. At night? They'd freeze to death, even in their environmental armour.
One of the Clones was receiving a holocall, that much was clear. A cloaked figure spoke words the Talz could not hear, but he didn't need to: the Clone's turned their weapons upon the habitat.
They fired upon it with reckless abandon, their blasters easily piercing the fragile materials. The Talz dropped to the ground and held his furred arms over his head, he kept all four eyes closed.
It felt like an eternity before the fire stopped, in its place came a deathly silence. The Talz looked over to where his apprentice had been lay, his bedding shredded to fragments. Steam rose from a body scorched by blasters. She'd never stood a chance.
The Clones approached, wary that the Jedi might still live. They peered through the torn fabric of the habitat, to them the Talz lay dead upon what was left of his bed next to him the dead apprentice all but confirmed their attack had been successful.
They left, packed what they could carry and took the speeders. Leaving the camp for the snow to reclaim. Leaving the Talz huddled in the corner, alone with his illusion. He wailed his sorrow as the pain of the Purge wracked his mind.
The local Wampa stayed clear that night.
The desolate planet Hoth had long attracted isolationist groups. Extremists who preferred to scrounge a living on the border with death. For many such groups, Hoth was their grave. They died, slowly, until the snows claimed their camps and erased all trace of their passing.
The Rakviwa Enclave hadn't quite reached that point yet. They'd existed in a series of ice caves along the Frostpaw Canyon for almost a century. They'd fought for survival, farming native edible lichens and hunting the local Beasts, which grew surprisingly large on this world. The occasional Wampa pack would try to make home in the caves, but heavy blasters were a good enough deterrent.
They were largely alone, they knew of other settlements (typically smuggling gangs) but the remoteness of the planet and the harshness of the environment removed most contact. What contact they had, typically was at blaster point and... Icy.
They could however scavenge most of what they needed from the leftover equipment from the Rebel bases, and the AT-ATs that lay dead in the snow. They'd be buried eventually, like every other wreck that had found its way to this planet, so they moved quick to capitalise on freshly exposed ruins before a blizzard or glacial eruption buried them. Or worse, opened a fissure into the ocean below and sunk them completely. This fast paced, dangerous and extreme lifestyle attracted the most ruthless of scavengers in the galaxy. The adrenalin kick was exceptional. Biologicals do unusual things under the effects of adrenalin.
Kela was the result of one of these adrenalin fuelled trips. There were other children born into the Enclave, but most had perished in the harshness of Hoth - or their parents had. Kela was lucky to get her first birthday, her parents were surprisingly caring about their little mistake. They started taking her out when she was four, wrapping her up in bundles of fur and using her to get into small sections to scavenge inaccessible parts. Her earliest memory involves wrenching the focus crystals from inside an AT-AT's cannon. She didn't know what they were, she just did what she was told and would get love and comfort for it.
They had a good run, for a year almost. They were scavenging an old transport ship, it was a massive wreck. Fresh, too, a localised oceanic eruption had thrust the ship out of its ice covering. Who knows just how old it was, the serial number was underground and the type of ship was unknown to them. But, salvage was salvage. Yela and her parents were first on the scene: the best salvage was theirs. Yela was being lowered into the engines when she heard shouting from above. The rope went taught, then slacked as it was dropped. She fell a decent distance, crying out in pain and unable to move. There was blaster fire above. Nobody came for her.
She must have been in the cold ruin for... Three days? Frigid night had Coke and gone and the folks from the Enclave hadn't returned after their first night, because the echoed banging and drilling had stopped. Why had they ignored her cries? Why had they not returned? She huddled into her furs for warmth, she focused on keeping herself warm. Something kept her going, inside and out. Without knowing it, the Force kept her alive with Tapas. She dodged in and out of consciousness as noises kept waking her up. Wampas? Something wrapped around her, furred arms gripped her tight.
She awoke somewhere warm, well. Warm for Hoth. A spoon was shoved into her mouth with something sweet and chunky on it. Instincts kicked in and she wolfed the food down faster than the provider could give it to her. It was only after that she took a moment to look at her saviour.
He was big and furry white, like a Wampa, but with a round head and two little eyes. With... Two giant eyes? Those ones were shut. He wore brown robes, torn at the arms and in other places. He offered her a drink. She quickly learnt he didn't speak, although he understood.
He's looked after her ever since.
Yela was young and... Quite intelligent. She picked up quickly the Talz language, although naturally she couldn't speak it. By 7 they could fluently converse with each other. He had long picked up she was force sensitive, but... He was no longer a Jedi, it was not his place to teach.
He did, however, instruct her in his Talz way how to survive on Hoth. How to get food, water, warmth. What the parts they could find in ruins could be used for, turned into. Their little ice cave became a veritable treasure trove of useless items that had been given purpose anew. She begun to ask questions again, about where she had come from - about her parents. Unable to ignore the nine year old's demands yet again he caved and led her to the Enclave.
Charred bones were buried under snow drifts, Wampas had moved in. But the blaster scorch makes along the outside of the building were clear enough indicators the Enclave hadn't fell to the beasts. They didn't stay long. This world was dangerous. He decided to teach her about the Force.
She took to it well.
She was 15. Out on her own in the frigid ice fields. She was on a speeder, although it crackled and shot sparks or smoke every mile or so. Jury-rigged would be an understatement for this vehicle. Bruzac had sent her out on a run, secretly a trial, to the volcanic fields south of the Frostpaws. He knew there was an old outpost hidden there, dating to a war he had fought long ago. With any luck, it would have a ready supply of rations still and curiously he's asked her to retrieve a communications signal retriever. The old Talz must've been curious about the outside world.
The area around the volcanic fields was warm, but dangerous. Black ash hid pitfalls and canyons. She had to be careful. She dropped her goggles over her head, lifted her scarf to cover her mouth, readied the long pole Bruzac had fashioned into a blade for her and proceeded into possibly the only place on the planet more dangerous than the open ice plains.
What she found was simply amazing, there were roughly man-shaped robots lay haphazardly - as if they had just dropped dead mid action. Some lay buried in the ash, but inside they sat or slumped over control panels. Panels that still blinked with life. A glimpse at the world beyond this ice ball and she was enthralled. There were a number of skeletons - strange oblong skulls marked them as non-Human - but she paid them no heed. She spent an entire day there, in the warmed enclosure. She found the communications array easily enough and scrapped it like a Jawa, she was just far too inquisitive to leave. Exploring, reading over the logs, fiddling with things. Fiddling with too many things. Fiddling with one particularly bad thing.
A contingent of droids came to life. A small group of basic models given engineer duties, largely disorientated by the passing of time and their reboot, but a threat to her nonetheless when they tried to expel the intruder. Dodging blaster fire and using her force powers, her blade and a looted blaster she fought her way out of the facility and back to her speeder.
Bruzac was waiting impatiently at home. Simultaneously he scolded her for her brazen fiddling, but praised at least that she had succeeded in her primary mission. The rations were just to get her going, he'd said, but he needed that array. What short wave communications he'd managed to pick up were disturbing, that a group had settled on the planet and... Espoused some hateful words. He needed to clarify the situation, so he needed that relay.
It confirmed his fears. A group calling themselves the Redeemers had taken Hoth and entered into open rebellion against the.. New Republic? The galaxy outside his little bubble had truly changed. He knew of the Empire, for its birth had killed his Order. He had seen the Rebellion that had futilely tried to fight, and saw them destroyed mere weeks after their arrival. But it had fallen? Had the Galaxy changed so? But, most importantly, these Redeemers had openly spoke of the genocide of Force Sensitives - of the New Jedi Order.
They had survived?
Talz... Talz do not know personal belongings. They don't steal, but they'll readily borrow something if they need it. Bruzac and Yela needed to borrow that ship to escape.
So they did.
Bruzac presented his... She must be his Padawan, really... With a lightsaber. The lightsaber owned by his old apprentice. It was yellow and balanced well in her hands. It took a couple of weeks to stop burning herself on the safety setting Bruzac had modified into it.
In the dead of the Hoth night, in temperatures far below freezing, the pair snuck into a smuggling camp they'd been avoiding all this time. Without bloodshed, they snuck aboard the freighter foolishly abandoned outside and launched. They fled the planet, before the Redeemers could hunt them down. They ran across the Galaxy to the New Jedi Order.
Bruzac was welcomed with open arms. A Jedi of the old order who had survived so long, alone? He was considered remarkable, a testament to the survival of the Jedi. He had also taken a Padawan! Outwardly, he was the embodiment of the New Jedi Order. Behind closed doors, he had a number of arguments with its founding members regarding direction and heritage. They had made him a Master, as a sign of respect and arguably propaganda, but he needed to ensure his Padawan's passage through the trials.
For three years Yela and Bruzac have been run through a crash course of the New Jedi Order's new training scheme. They both still have issues adapting, but she is ready for her trials.
