Belizarius Krusi
Jedi Scholar
(I am looking to be recruited into a faction, for the most part anything aligned with the light will do but ideologically Belizarius would be more inclined to join the Resistance or even the Republic Remanent. The GA is fine but ideologically he doesn't like their non-democratic nature and he views the Silver Jedi as symbolizing the main problem with the modern Jedi which is how fractured they are. Not to say he couldn't join them is properly convinced)
Jabiim
Belizarius had arrived on Jabiim after hearing rumors of slavers operating in this sector, he had spent the last two months tracking down leads and slowly making his way towards his intended target. Apparently a group of around 14 slavers had arrived recently and they were making quite a reputation for themselves on this far off world. This was practically his life ever since his master died. Too afraid to go towards the the borders of larger factions in the galaxy going to these small backwaters meant far less risk of him causing more harm than good. This town had definitely seen better days and looks like the galaxy had been cruel to the planets fortunes. There just wasn't the money or the strength for worlds like this to keep fighting against every pirate that wanted a easy target.
He found himself talking to quite a distraught family, refugees that were living in small metals shelters just outside of town. A man, a woman and their young child were all sitting inside.
"So these raiders attacked your convoy?" Belizarius asked, it was pretty common for these types to attack the most vulnerable on these worlds and in the end not even the limited government authority wasn't exactly waiting to take care of the refugees which had already stretched their resources too thinly. Better to just ignore the attacks and hopefully you might even get the refugees to move onto somewhere else.
The woman was sobbing "they came out of nowhere and started blasting us, out of one-hundred only twenty managed to survive to reach here. They would of killed the rest if they... if they" the husband finished "If they had the space to carry off the rest"
He sighed at this, it was pretty common these days to be honest. "Do you have any idea what direction they headed off in after the attack? even a rough guess would really help" they seemed to be concentrated as they tried to remember, eventually the woman went "They went east, there's not much out in that direction though it's the first thing we were told by the warden of this camp"
Belizarius knew this was most likely not true, back a few hundred years ago this planet was littered with Mine Fortresses as the planet tried to resist the original Galactic Empire. The main reason raiders loved coming to this planet is that it was so easy to hide on. Such a sparsely populated world covered in well fortified tunnels. They might not be in the best shape now but for a group of 14 hiding out in these things would lead to a pretty easy lifestyle, as they simply stole the resources they needed to survive and sold the refugees they collected to the multiple criminal operations in this area of space.
Three days later
It took awhile for Belizarius to finally reach where the attack took place and it was a bloodbath with decaying bodies littering the ground, scorch marks covering the transports that were attempting to carry these people to safety. He took out a pair of binoculars and looks towards the east where he noticed some rock formations, it was close... too close to possibly act as a proper hiding spot but then again on this world what did they have to hide from? Jabiim was extremely slow to recover from the decimation of Darth Vader and the Galactic Empire.
As he approached the formation, he saw a man come out. At first he didn't make much of it until his instincts told him immediately to move aside. He found a blaster round just passing him by as he quickly moved to the right. "Alright!" he shouted "You have one chance to surrender yourself to the authorities before I have to use force to bring your ragtag group in" The man was not that far away from him now and Belizarius used the force to grab one of his thermal detonators and hold it next to his face. When the man noticed this he was in shock and dropped his weapon.
"Are your friends in that mine?" He could now see the main seemed to come out of a hatch, this was definitely not the main entrance which was most likely better guarded but simply a old emergency exit. They probably had some sensors at the wreckage which detected his arrival and this guy was sent in order to check out who was stupid enough to return to the scene of such an attack.
"Please, Jedi. Don't hurt me!" the man shouted, Belizarius hogtied the man using some rope that he was carrying. He wouldn't call the authorities until he had made sure the majority of the threat was dealt with. As he opened the hatch and dropped down for the first time he ignited his lightsaber it just to have a little light in this dark part of the mine, the tunnel in his immediate area had a yellow glow as he noticed the control panel that obvious was connected to the hatch but....
He immediately went to work seeing what systems were still active, the mine was actually amazingly intact meaning that at some point recently some group of miners had probably come back and install this since it's extremely unlikely all this equipment had remained fine for all these centuries. He noticed a camera feed that he could gain access to by hacking into the main terminal, it was at this time he noticed about 10 of the slavers seemed to be eating in a old cafeteria. Using the controls he managed to lock the doors sending them all into a frenzy but those doors were designed to resist cave-ins meaning it was extremely unlikely they'd managed to get out.
Belizarius chuckled to himself in amusement but at the same time out of boredom. He heard footsteps come down the tunnel as the few remaining raiders closed on his location, he saw them raise their blasters and he was quick to start deflecting with his lightsaber. He ran towards them deflecting everything that he could before he started swiping at them, he managed to cut the hand off the first and duck under them to throw them over the top of his body. At this time he stab the second in the knee as he was still crouched as he started to raise himself back up he sliced through the blaster rifle of the last raider and force pushed him hard into a nearby wall.
It sounds more amazing than it really was, any Jedi could do this easily... especially with such inept criminals like these. Since the ones in the cafeteria were already unarmed it was easy to keep them at bay as he chucked the rest of them in there ready to be collected. As he left the hatch it was the first time he took in the miserable sight around him, for a brief moment he let how his life was turning out into is thoughts.
Was this what he wanted? No, but he had proven himself useless in any real fight. He got his Master killed with his incompetence so how was he expecting to be any good to anybody else? Was it cowardice also? did his fight with the Sith Marauder simply scare him to the point that he uses his Masters death as an excuse to not have to risk anything? if that's the case then he's truly pathetic.
His skills are wasted tackling these sort of scum but at the same time, he doesn't feel like he has the skill to do what he knows is expected of most other Jedi. A large chunk of him died when his Master was killed and choosing this sort of lifestyle was practically killing what is left.
Jabiim
Belizarius had arrived on Jabiim after hearing rumors of slavers operating in this sector, he had spent the last two months tracking down leads and slowly making his way towards his intended target. Apparently a group of around 14 slavers had arrived recently and they were making quite a reputation for themselves on this far off world. This was practically his life ever since his master died. Too afraid to go towards the the borders of larger factions in the galaxy going to these small backwaters meant far less risk of him causing more harm than good. This town had definitely seen better days and looks like the galaxy had been cruel to the planets fortunes. There just wasn't the money or the strength for worlds like this to keep fighting against every pirate that wanted a easy target.
He found himself talking to quite a distraught family, refugees that were living in small metals shelters just outside of town. A man, a woman and their young child were all sitting inside.
"So these raiders attacked your convoy?" Belizarius asked, it was pretty common for these types to attack the most vulnerable on these worlds and in the end not even the limited government authority wasn't exactly waiting to take care of the refugees which had already stretched their resources too thinly. Better to just ignore the attacks and hopefully you might even get the refugees to move onto somewhere else.
The woman was sobbing "they came out of nowhere and started blasting us, out of one-hundred only twenty managed to survive to reach here. They would of killed the rest if they... if they" the husband finished "If they had the space to carry off the rest"
He sighed at this, it was pretty common these days to be honest. "Do you have any idea what direction they headed off in after the attack? even a rough guess would really help" they seemed to be concentrated as they tried to remember, eventually the woman went "They went east, there's not much out in that direction though it's the first thing we were told by the warden of this camp"
Belizarius knew this was most likely not true, back a few hundred years ago this planet was littered with Mine Fortresses as the planet tried to resist the original Galactic Empire. The main reason raiders loved coming to this planet is that it was so easy to hide on. Such a sparsely populated world covered in well fortified tunnels. They might not be in the best shape now but for a group of 14 hiding out in these things would lead to a pretty easy lifestyle, as they simply stole the resources they needed to survive and sold the refugees they collected to the multiple criminal operations in this area of space.
Three days later
It took awhile for Belizarius to finally reach where the attack took place and it was a bloodbath with decaying bodies littering the ground, scorch marks covering the transports that were attempting to carry these people to safety. He took out a pair of binoculars and looks towards the east where he noticed some rock formations, it was close... too close to possibly act as a proper hiding spot but then again on this world what did they have to hide from? Jabiim was extremely slow to recover from the decimation of Darth Vader and the Galactic Empire.
As he approached the formation, he saw a man come out. At first he didn't make much of it until his instincts told him immediately to move aside. He found a blaster round just passing him by as he quickly moved to the right. "Alright!" he shouted "You have one chance to surrender yourself to the authorities before I have to use force to bring your ragtag group in" The man was not that far away from him now and Belizarius used the force to grab one of his thermal detonators and hold it next to his face. When the man noticed this he was in shock and dropped his weapon.
"Are your friends in that mine?" He could now see the main seemed to come out of a hatch, this was definitely not the main entrance which was most likely better guarded but simply a old emergency exit. They probably had some sensors at the wreckage which detected his arrival and this guy was sent in order to check out who was stupid enough to return to the scene of such an attack.
"Please, Jedi. Don't hurt me!" the man shouted, Belizarius hogtied the man using some rope that he was carrying. He wouldn't call the authorities until he had made sure the majority of the threat was dealt with. As he opened the hatch and dropped down for the first time he ignited his lightsaber it just to have a little light in this dark part of the mine, the tunnel in his immediate area had a yellow glow as he noticed the control panel that obvious was connected to the hatch but....
He immediately went to work seeing what systems were still active, the mine was actually amazingly intact meaning that at some point recently some group of miners had probably come back and install this since it's extremely unlikely all this equipment had remained fine for all these centuries. He noticed a camera feed that he could gain access to by hacking into the main terminal, it was at this time he noticed about 10 of the slavers seemed to be eating in a old cafeteria. Using the controls he managed to lock the doors sending them all into a frenzy but those doors were designed to resist cave-ins meaning it was extremely unlikely they'd managed to get out.
Belizarius chuckled to himself in amusement but at the same time out of boredom. He heard footsteps come down the tunnel as the few remaining raiders closed on his location, he saw them raise their blasters and he was quick to start deflecting with his lightsaber. He ran towards them deflecting everything that he could before he started swiping at them, he managed to cut the hand off the first and duck under them to throw them over the top of his body. At this time he stab the second in the knee as he was still crouched as he started to raise himself back up he sliced through the blaster rifle of the last raider and force pushed him hard into a nearby wall.
It sounds more amazing than it really was, any Jedi could do this easily... especially with such inept criminals like these. Since the ones in the cafeteria were already unarmed it was easy to keep them at bay as he chucked the rest of them in there ready to be collected. As he left the hatch it was the first time he took in the miserable sight around him, for a brief moment he let how his life was turning out into is thoughts.
Was this what he wanted? No, but he had proven himself useless in any real fight. He got his Master killed with his incompetence so how was he expecting to be any good to anybody else? Was it cowardice also? did his fight with the Sith Marauder simply scare him to the point that he uses his Masters death as an excuse to not have to risk anything? if that's the case then he's truly pathetic.
His skills are wasted tackling these sort of scum but at the same time, he doesn't feel like he has the skill to do what he knows is expected of most other Jedi. A large chunk of him died when his Master was killed and choosing this sort of lifestyle was practically killing what is left.
