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-{>--The Kidd Clan--<}-
James Kidd
Clan Kelborn... A worthy clan, and one of which I am proud to have my bloodlines from. But my destiny lies elsewhere... I know that through my line, my kin WILL rule the galaxy... I can feel it deep within. It will be through me that the Mandalorians will finally control the galaxy. So that's why, if you have to ask, I separated myself from the Kelborn Clan and began my own. My ambition and plans, however, I keep to myself... For the sake of our culture, of course. If the others heard me, would any of them follow? Of course not. At least, not right now...
Now begins Clan Kidd,
Men of the Pheonix,
burnt to ashes, reborn in brighter fire.
I was a slave on Rafa V to a violent master. I was subjected to beatings, given outrageous tasks to complete, treated like dirt, you name it. That life was absolutely terrible. The only thing I was not forced to do was harvest those crystals, which I was most grateful for. I watched friends slowly degenerate and completely lose who they were the more they were around them. It was painful, and it stirred a passion in me... As well as a hatred. Those that went near those fruits... They died before their bodies died.
But me, I was kept around the estate. I was cleaning, serving, maintaining... I'd watch women come and go, and I'd see drugs and other sorts of illegal goods be dropped off or picked up. I was to remain silent. It was like that from the time I was five; my earliest memories. I was only given one thing that was truly mine from that corrupted, slimo crystal farmer, which was my name; James Kelborn. He would tell me how he had slavers go to the world my parents lived on and raid their villages and cities. He said that when they found my parents, they raped my mother and killed her, then brutally murdered my father. Somehow, they got one over a Mandalorian, and I was taken as a little babe.
Secretly, though, when I was with the fellow slaves in our quarters at night, I would spend hours sparring with this exiled Jedi. He said he was cut off from the Force, so his powers were gone. But he said he knew how to fight, and that he still knew how to use his lightsaber form. So I learned. Every night I was able to, I spent training. He sent me through rigorous lessons, teaching my to harness the burning rage and passion in my heart and to use it as fuel to quicken my strikes and strengthen them. He taught me to discipline my heart, mind, body, and soul as he instructed me on that difficult saber style, but he said that it would serve well against anyone else who wasn't Jedi or Sith.
It seemed fated; the moment I learned all I could from the Knight, Sith came and attacked the estate. I was about sixteen. My owner was the first to go. He tried to fight back, but he was slaughtered like an animal. They didn't harm the slaves as much, though. It was as if they were searching for something... Or someone. As for me, my Jedi friend helped me escape. As a precaution, I took my owner's armor, sword, and rifle and kept it for myself. I pushed for him to grab some armor, but he refused. If only I had pushed harder.
We made it through the escape route and ended up in the hangar bay. "The Force is with you so powerfully, James," I remember him saying. "Even though you can't use it like a Jedi, it fancies you... It's strange when the will of the force picks those most unexpected to do the most unexpected things. Always remember, James; The Force is on your side. You have a powerful ally indeed."
The moment he finished speaking, Sith burst into the bay. I was quickly ushered into the ship, despite my protests. He ordered me three times to turn the ship on and leave before I finally obeyed. Before the ship completely left the bay, as the loading ramp was closing, he lept back into the bay and faced them. I watched him as he pulled out a green lightsaber and engaged in a fight we both knew he was destined to lose. It never passed my thoughts, however, until that moment that he still had his lightsaber. Time froze as I remembered something else he told me; "The Force grants us Jedi Visions of our futures sometimes."
I realized that he could still use the Force all along, though he was weakened. Perhaps a Force-numbing drug? Or some other tactic they used to keep him under? I couldn't answer. All I did know was that he knew he was going to encounter me. He saw something I didn't, and he helped me escape. I watched as he fought the Sith Lords with all his might, realizing that they were there for him, not the Sith. He was being hunted.
My face quickly turned from awe to horror as I saw him impaled in the climax of the duel. He looked back up at me, and a thought with his voice popped up in my head; "fly!" Then they cut off his head. Enraged, I opened fire into that bay, screaming at the top of my lungs. I blasted that bay to oblivion, then turned to escape into the stars without checking to see if they survived or not. I didn't care. My freedom was bought at a price.
There was only one name I learned from that Jedi; his last name. I considered him my father, and I was proud of it. I took on his last name for my own; Kidd. He said in his native language, it meant "Blue Pheonix" or something. All I knew was that I was no longer a Kelborn. I was a Kidd. A proud Mandalorian born again from the ashes of my father's death, and a fierce warrior to begin my clan.
I spend the next years roaming the galaxy, embarking on missions and jobs, seeking out fellow Mandalorians. I used the skills I acquired and became a deadly assassin, and was silent enough that I kept my name almost unknown. People seeking that sort of service knew my professional name, "Gaelus," but not my real one. With the credits I acquired, I stored a great wealth over the years that I began to turn around and put into a shipyard company.
I never told anyone, but I have plans to construct a massive fleet for the Jedi Order in honor of my father.
I still hold to that dream.
James Kidd
Mandalorian
Clan Kidd
27
Human
Male
Non-Force Adept
Lightsaber Form
A practitioner of Form II; Makashi
Martial Arts Form
Teräs Käsi
Ship
VU-787 Lion Freighter "The Halliot"
Relationships
Role Plays
How to say Shipbuilder in Mando'a
For the Thrill of the Hunt
A Pipeline of Dreams
Foreign Lands with Untold Plans [Mandalorians Welcome]
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