Galen Mareck
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After deciding to leave Nar Shaddaa in the Wake of his Masters Death, Galen Pavan had decided that returning to Tython would be a terrible idea. Hearing about the desecration of the Jedi Order and the possibility that He alone could be the last Jedi, He decided to go into hiding. He had gathered his fallen Masters Lightsaber and belongings and, with what little currency he had, boarded a ship and left. Not returning to Nar Shaddaa at all.
Months after the fall of Tython, Galen had made himself a home on Odessen. Not knowing very much about the planet, and only learning about it through the various stops after leaving Nar Shaddaa, He had made a small home for himself. He managed to get into a small colony and started to make a living for himself. Doing odd jobs around the colony to keep himself afloat, He had created an alias, Aric Jorgan. "Aric" was known as a tinkerer. Anything that had become broken or in disrepair "Aric" would be called upon to fix or salvage for parts.
Galen had managed to get away here and there and travel up a Mountain that was about 3 miles from the settlement. When he managed to get away, he would bring his lightsaber, his masters old lightsaber, supplies and whatever else he would need for a few days of retreat, and train himself. For hours he'd sit up on that mountain ledge and train with his own lightsaber. Offensive and Defensive stances, Perries, attacks and so on. Sometimes he would attempt to use both lightsabers and that would prove to end terribly. He would slightly burn himself with attempting to master using 2 sabers at once.
A Week or so later, Galen had gathered enough currency to venture out a bit more into Odessen. Gathering his equipment, his sabers and whatever else he needed, he'd travel by foot through the dense Forests. Cutting away obstacles in his path with a vibro blade, He stop every so often to mentally map where he was. Of course it was nothing but trees and wooded areas. He had found a clearing one evening and decided to make camp. He had been gone now at least 2 or 3 days and after sleeping on tree branches and rocks, This clearing was perfect. He had set up a make shift tent and as the sun was setting, Galen noticed something shining about 30 yards away
Galen had gotten up and made his way over to the shining object. When he got closer, he noticed it was some sort of door that had been taken over from the shrubbery. Galen grabbed his lightsaber and held it tightly within his grp and activated the blade. That familiar hum and the glow of yellow off the metallic surface had flooded memories back into his brain...........
"Watch yourself Galen! Do not let this scum manage to divert you from the Objective! Go!!!!" Screamed Galens Master. The Sith had ignited his lightsaber. Galen could remember as if it was yesterday, that Crimson glow covering his eyes and then the blue hue of his Masters Lightsaber flooding with the red creating a Purpleish flash. Then all Galen could remember was a massive push and being flung and slammed, hard, against that durasteel wall. He tried to get up. He tried to regain his composure, but alas, it was too late. The Sith moved onto the Offensive and bested his Master. He pierced his masters chest and then kicked him tot he ground. Galen tried to get up, tried to do his thing, tried to activate his own lightsaber, but it was too late. The Sith walked over to him and picked him up using the force. He looked at him and smiled, tossing him over the edge of where the walk way had ended. Some how, Some way, Galen Survived..........
Galen blinked and proceeded to cear away the brush. He noticed a entrance to what seemed to be some sort of Old Base. With out hesitation, Galen had thrusted that Yellow blade into the Durasteel door and began to cut slowly away at it. After a few minutes, He had cut away enough to squeeze into what seemed like a base. He had managed to cut into the main corridor. Using his Saber as light, he looked about the corridor. Arrows had pointed to the various parts of what he thought was a base.
Galen had turned down the corridor which read "HANGAR" and made his way into a WIDE open space. Nothing had been in this hangar for sometime. The vast emptiness left Galen simply uninterested. He made his way back out and looking at the wall he saw the words "CONTROL ROOM". Galen slowly made his way towards the direction of the control room. Maybe, Just maybe could he find some answers as to what was here, or maybe a droid. Nothing would tell what he would run into........
Months after the fall of Tython, Galen had made himself a home on Odessen. Not knowing very much about the planet, and only learning about it through the various stops after leaving Nar Shaddaa, He had made a small home for himself. He managed to get into a small colony and started to make a living for himself. Doing odd jobs around the colony to keep himself afloat, He had created an alias, Aric Jorgan. "Aric" was known as a tinkerer. Anything that had become broken or in disrepair "Aric" would be called upon to fix or salvage for parts.
Galen had managed to get away here and there and travel up a Mountain that was about 3 miles from the settlement. When he managed to get away, he would bring his lightsaber, his masters old lightsaber, supplies and whatever else he would need for a few days of retreat, and train himself. For hours he'd sit up on that mountain ledge and train with his own lightsaber. Offensive and Defensive stances, Perries, attacks and so on. Sometimes he would attempt to use both lightsabers and that would prove to end terribly. He would slightly burn himself with attempting to master using 2 sabers at once.
A Week or so later, Galen had gathered enough currency to venture out a bit more into Odessen. Gathering his equipment, his sabers and whatever else he needed, he'd travel by foot through the dense Forests. Cutting away obstacles in his path with a vibro blade, He stop every so often to mentally map where he was. Of course it was nothing but trees and wooded areas. He had found a clearing one evening and decided to make camp. He had been gone now at least 2 or 3 days and after sleeping on tree branches and rocks, This clearing was perfect. He had set up a make shift tent and as the sun was setting, Galen noticed something shining about 30 yards away
Galen had gotten up and made his way over to the shining object. When he got closer, he noticed it was some sort of door that had been taken over from the shrubbery. Galen grabbed his lightsaber and held it tightly within his grp and activated the blade. That familiar hum and the glow of yellow off the metallic surface had flooded memories back into his brain...........
"Watch yourself Galen! Do not let this scum manage to divert you from the Objective! Go!!!!" Screamed Galens Master. The Sith had ignited his lightsaber. Galen could remember as if it was yesterday, that Crimson glow covering his eyes and then the blue hue of his Masters Lightsaber flooding with the red creating a Purpleish flash. Then all Galen could remember was a massive push and being flung and slammed, hard, against that durasteel wall. He tried to get up. He tried to regain his composure, but alas, it was too late. The Sith moved onto the Offensive and bested his Master. He pierced his masters chest and then kicked him tot he ground. Galen tried to get up, tried to do his thing, tried to activate his own lightsaber, but it was too late. The Sith walked over to him and picked him up using the force. He looked at him and smiled, tossing him over the edge of where the walk way had ended. Some how, Some way, Galen Survived..........
Galen blinked and proceeded to cear away the brush. He noticed a entrance to what seemed to be some sort of Old Base. With out hesitation, Galen had thrusted that Yellow blade into the Durasteel door and began to cut slowly away at it. After a few minutes, He had cut away enough to squeeze into what seemed like a base. He had managed to cut into the main corridor. Using his Saber as light, he looked about the corridor. Arrows had pointed to the various parts of what he thought was a base.
Galen had turned down the corridor which read "HANGAR" and made his way into a WIDE open space. Nothing had been in this hangar for sometime. The vast emptiness left Galen simply uninterested. He made his way back out and looking at the wall he saw the words "CONTROL ROOM". Galen slowly made his way towards the direction of the control room. Maybe, Just maybe could he find some answers as to what was here, or maybe a droid. Nothing would tell what he would run into........