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There was a small cantina on a small planet in the Outer Rim. In a spare room behind the cantina, paying his way by hauling junk at the local scrap heap, had lived a mysterious little being for the last ten or so years. He was reptilian in appearance, but bore the grievous wounds of a battle previously fought and barely survived: his left hand ended in a stump just above the wrist, and a deep gouge furrowed the left side of his face from cheek to what would have been a hairline if his species had any. The facial gouge left him missing his eye on that side of the face, and so when his face could be glimpsed at all beneath his deep hood, there was always a scrap of cloth covering the dark, gaping hole in his face.
No one in the small settlement knew his name. He was simply him to most, though they didn't mind him. He was polite in a quiet and almost creepy way, he kept to himself, and perhaps because of his rather formidable aura, there hadn't been much in the way of typical Outer-Rim hooligan trouble in their little slice of dirt.
Unbeknownst to them - or, indeed, even him, for he had long ago repressed memories of his former life to cover the shock and pain of the defeat that had left him mutilated - he was not just a quiet little reptile.
He was a Jedi.
He was a Blade Master.
He was Tytos. And though he didn't know it, he had recently been the target of a very thorough and exhausting search. A search which was shortly coming to an end.
No one in the small settlement knew his name. He was simply him to most, though they didn't mind him. He was polite in a quiet and almost creepy way, he kept to himself, and perhaps because of his rather formidable aura, there hadn't been much in the way of typical Outer-Rim hooligan trouble in their little slice of dirt.
Unbeknownst to them - or, indeed, even him, for he had long ago repressed memories of his former life to cover the shock and pain of the defeat that had left him mutilated - he was not just a quiet little reptile.
He was a Jedi.
He was a Blade Master.
He was Tytos. And though he didn't know it, he had recently been the target of a very thorough and exhausting search. A search which was shortly coming to an end.