"Ah you are quite the trouble make now aren't you"
Alex found himself grinning sheepishly as Ash flicked his nose.
"Yeah, no arguments there."
"So, tell me Alex, are you some former Jedi or in a long lost sect that has scattered members"?
Alex paused for a long moment, glancing up at the ceiling, before directing his gaze back to Ash.
"Well, I was born and raised on Yanibar, to a family of Force users who were able to trace their lineage all the way back to the original Jedi and refugees that the Jedi Order inadvertently abandoned there during one of the wars with the Sith several thousand years before the Battle Of Yavin. House StormWolf we were, not nobility or rulers, just one of the oldest and unbroken family lines anywhere on the planet. A wild and rugged place it was, Yanibar. We only had two seasons there. Hot and dry, wet and frigid. The Force sect there, known as the Zeison Sha, developed from the original Jedi who helped colonize the planet. As time went on, the Zeison Sha grew distrustful of the Jedi Order. And unlike the Jedi, they didn't believe in separating a child with Force potential from their parents. We lived with our parents while we trained at our version of the Jedi Temple, the Sha Kalan."
Alex paused again, for he was coming to a part of his life's tale that he seldom shared with others, because of the painful memories it invoked. Swallowing hard against the sudden lump in his throat, Alex continued his tale.
"I had what would be considered a normal life on Yanibar, right up until a short while after my 18th birthday. That's when a Sith Lord calling himself Lord Retsinis showed up, determined to make my family suffer for something my father had done to him off planet years before. He led a sect of Sith called the Black Hssiss Order. I watched in horror as my family was cut down, a rage that I'd never felt before coming over me. I snapped. That's the only way to describe it. I..just snapped. And when it was over, I found myself face to face with the Sith Lord. He goaded me, and I attacked him...impulsively. He Force pushed me into a boulder...well, more like slammed me, actually...and I smacked my head pretty hard. That was the last thing I remember...until I came to and found myself pledging my allegiance to him. I didn't discover until a long time afterwards, that Retsinis had used Sith spells to suppress my memories of what had actually happened. He convinced me that my family had been killed by the Jedi. And so...I fell to the Dark Side and became a Sith Lord. "
Alex motioned the bartender for a refill, waving his empty glass in the bartender's general direction. Fresh drink in hand, Alex took a long sip, then resumed his story.
"Lord Maverick, The Sword Of Retsinis, I was called. Entrusted with the Order's most sensitive missions. About that time, I began having vivid dreams of what had actually happened to my family. Once I realized the truth, I confronted Lord Retsinis, and challenged him to combat to the death. Ultimately, I killed him...and killed the rest of the Order by pulling the roof down on them. I put so much strain on myself from the mental effort, that I suffered a massive nosebleed when it was over. Awhile later, I stole a ship and made my escape, eventually finding myself in the Outer Rim. Short time later, I found myself the target of several assassination attempts. That's when I realized that the Hssiss Order had somehow survived. I grew to view the ways of the Jedi too passive and the ways of the Sith too barbaric. I left the Jedi enclave who had sheltered me during that time, and set out on my own, determined to forge my own destiny. That was a decision that ultimately cost me my right arm and earned me the scar on my face. A woman from my past...my love interest when I was still a Sith, caught up with me. Lady Venge was her name. Beautiful girl she was, but absolutely cold...cold and merciless. And she was powerful...very powerful in the Dark Side. When Venge crossed paths with me, she pretty much chewed me up and spit me back out. I'll never forget what she said as I lay there before her, broken and defeated, and missing my right arm from just below the elbow downwards... ""Death would be far too good for you right now, Alex StormWolf. You shall live...oh yes, you shall live, always wondering when the Dark Lady will appear from the shadows to take a bit more of your soul from you....piece....by....piece. One more parting gift I shall leave you with, my former love...."
Alex points to the scar running from his right eyebrow, down the side of his face, to his jawline.
"That's when she gave me this. Swiped me right upside the head with her lightsaber. I've been keeping as much of a low profile here in Mos Eisley as I can ever since. I only just recently ventured out to do a little hunting with a group on Iridonia, taking out Sith spawn. Got clawed up pretty bad by something that was the stuff of nightmares and found out afterwards, right in the middle of a life or death standoff in a forest clearing against a whole heap of nasty, that I'd been infected with some sort of venom. I still don't know how I managed to survive that one, the events of that night are a little fuzzy to me. "
Taking another sip of his drink, Alex glances over at Ash.
"Currently, I haven't allied myself with any major sect or faction here in the galaxy. Tatooine is CIS territory however, and an old friend of mine here in town is trying to convince me to sign up. He seems to think I could put my Force ability to good use there. But, enough about me. Let's hear a bit more about Asheda Tyr, hmm?"
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