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| - I was born on Dantooine to parents who were farmers. As a child I was content to help my parents out on the farm by fixing any equipment that broke (which I was always good at), and doing whatever else was necessary to keep the small farm operating. This sometimes included protecting our property from local wildlife, mostly iriaz trying to eat our crops but there was the occasional kath hound after larger prey. So I became adept with a blaster and Vibrosword at an early age, my father never had the nerve for them. I didn't find out why until later in my youth, but that doesn't come until later in the story. At the age of 15 some friends of mine dared each other into trying to get a Crystal out of a cave nearby that was known to have them. It was a dangerous endeavor, a fools errand for even the most seasoned adventurer, much less a bunch of kids. We knew of the stories of viper Kinrath and worse things in the cave, but like all young ones, we ignored the warnings. Once inside we discovered that the Kinrath were more dangerous and numberous than we'd been told, so we decided to abandon the dare. In the scuffle I was separated from my friends. I found myself surrounded by kinrath with my back against a wall. I prepared for the next wave of them when I noticed a strange red glow coming from one of the cave walls. A scream such as I've never heard and would never care to again echoed through the cave. It was paralyzing. I covered my ears and collapsed onto the floor. When the noise subsided and I opened my eyes, all of the kinrath were gone, but the glow remained. I found myself unalterably drawn to it. As I neared it I found it was coming from a crystal, one I later discovered was excellently suited for a lightsaber. As I picked it up I felt a chill rush through me,and I discovered I was not alone in the cave. I turned around and saw a vision of a lady cloaked in black and red robes, brandishing a red lightsaber. Dark and powerful she appeared, and I was afraid. She looked on me with a sad, but not unkind smile. She addressed me by name: "Dacen, you do not know who I am, but your father does. And he does you a disservice by not telling you my story." "I am Akira Scorbal, your grandmother..." she continued. "And I was once a Sith apprentice." She told me of how she was sent to Dantooine to kill a man who had crossed her master. The man she was sent to kill was Kral Scorbal my grandfather, who was a shipbuilder. He'd built her master a ship at his request. A freighter that was unequaled by most other ships of it's class in speed and maneuverability, which he named the Crazy Bantha. My grandfather was truly a master of his craft. When Kral discovered that his customer was a Sith, he refused to deliver the ship. When she found him she easily bested him in combat but instead of killing him immediately, she hesitated for a second too long. My grandfather activated the nearby ships defenses by a remote control in his pocket and targeted Akira. She was overwhelmed by the turbolasers and fell unconscious. My grandfather took pity on her and nursed her back to health, despite her initial calls for death. During her healing she began to fall in love with Kral and he with her. They married and began a life together. After a year they had their only child, a son. Lady Akira's master arrived to find that not only had his apprentice not fulfilled her duty to him, but that she had forsaken the ways of the Sith. Furiously he attacked Akira and Kral for their respective betrayals of him. After a hard fought battle, he bested and disarmed them both. My grandfather begged for the life of his beloved, using emotions of her to shield his mind from thinking of their son who was being cared for elsewhere by relatives. Sensing his strong emotions for Akira the Sith Master decided the best punishment for them both was for him to kill her, and leave grandfather with the memory of what he'd lost. My father was raised by a man who was sad for most of his life. When my father was old enough he heard the story of his mother but refused to pass it to me. He also refused to take up arms or associate with those who do in any way, thus he became a farmer. After relaying me her story, the spirit of Akira told me that I was force sensitive, and should seek out others who could show me what my potential was. I did not do so for many years, but from that point on I was plagued by visions of events, both past and future, that I could not ignore. I returned to the cave only once more, after my father died. Our farm was not doing well even before father became sick and a rich landowner had been trying to buy us out for years. After father died I sold the farm, and moved my mother moved into town where she still lives today. I was for the first time left alone with no real direction. Once more I found myself drawn to the cave. I had the crystal with me and once more, I entered the cave. Instead of what I expected to see I saw another vision. I was bombarded by images of Dantooine reduced to ash by orbital attacks, my family and friends being either killed or sold into slavery by the Sith. When I thought I could bear no more the visions suddenly stopped. Akira's spirit stood over me with her hand on my shoulder and asked why had I delayed in following her instructions. She explained that while I delayed the Sith gathered more disciples to their side and the balance of the galaxy was tipping toward darkness. She explaned that what I had seen was a vision of what is to come if those who could battle the Sith stand by and do nothing. I decided that if I could do anything to stop that vision from happening, then I would dedicate the rest of my life to doing so. It was then that I gathered what limited possessions that I had and set out to find someone who could teach me about the living Force. It wasn't long before I found Zonama, and the Potentium, and my calling.
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