I was born on Taris in the wake of the Sith destruction. My family and I lived simple lives farming; my father raised simian tach, creating Tarisian ale from their head glands and grew kelp out on Taris’s vast ocean beds. We were poor but still, we were happy, that is until one night, during the kelp harvest, my parents were ambushed by Rakghouls, I never saw them again. Being orphaned on a dying planet should have been a death sentence for a young boy, but luckily a tribe of Cathar settlers took me in and taught me their ways. The Cathar taught me how to use a blaster and how to move though the under city with ease. When the Sith returned to do battle with our war torn world again, my Cathar brothers allied with the Republic, so I joined the fight as well. During the war a Republic Comman