Species: Human/Cyborg
Born: 3989 BBY on Calanon
My father… you wouldnt know him… he was a smart man and a hard worker. His dad was the one who brought them to Calanon, a beautiful planet that was part of a popular trade route. It was mostly agriculture but Grandpa had many skills that earned them an extremely comfortable living.
Anyways… Dad married mom and soon after i was born with a silver spoon (so to speak)
Looking back i didnt know how good I had it at the time… but then again… i was only 6. Thats when the Mandalorian wars started for me.
They came in the night… “Neo-Crusaders” they called themselves… nothing more than greedy thieves and cowards. None of us would have stood a chance against their weapons and armor… even if the local militia had gotten there before half the village was on fire. I dont remember a lot, but ill never forget the sounds of their blaster fire… the clank of their hellish armor… nor the screams they left in the wake of their raid.
Our house was on fire… I remember trying to run back in for my toys… but mom held my arm so tight… screaming for me to come with her… then i heard a sickening sound… one i still hear in my nightmares… and her screaming stopped… and so did her grip… I turned to see a Mandalorian slowly pulling his blade from my mothers chest… and her body fall limp to the ground… …then i started screaming… shaking my mothers body trying to wake her up… I looked up at her killer… and he just stared at me for a second… … I thought he might go just go away… … then almost imperceptibly quick … he drove the hilt of his sword into the side of my head… I fell to my back and he raised his boot over me… it came down heavy and all i saw was black
I woke up surrounded by white lights in a clean room… I couldnt move… My grandpa was there but no one else i knew… They tell me he found me barely breathing… throat smashed in. Apparently there was a medical ship docked outside the village… running med supplies or something… anyways they managed to rescue Grandpa and a few other villagers and get off-planet with me… I was lucky or …unlucky dependning how you want to look at it… there was a gifted physician on board… specialized in cybernetics… had a Brain… Spinal… interface thing they could heal me with… It cost grandpa everything he had left but it worked…
My brain stem, top 5 vertebrae, Larynx and portion of my spinal cord are all synthetic now… So i got a neat Robotic sounding voice… But without the implant… im essentially a turnip… but as long as it all keeps ticking properly… I should be a fully… if not slightly more… functional adult… at least until the Cyber Psychosis takes me… They estimated i could probably make it to my 40’s symptom free… but because I was so young when the implant was installed… They didnt give me much hope beyond 50… So when I was old enough I joined the war effort… not with the republic… Czerka had a small military of their own I joined… even then i didnt see much battle…
Even now that the war is over… I still go out of my way to stifle, if not route out, Mandalorian settlements… They are a cancer to the galaxy and would only do it again if they are allowed to regain their strength.
Otherwise… I just do freelance work for Czerka and other small independents, planet hopping, hoping I can find some direction to take the rest of my livable life.