Mr.Ewok

OOC: His real name is Trok but he goes by Tarfang because his past is well complicated IC: Trok began to walk towards the table after acknowledging Indy's motion. With his tray balanced on the top of one hand he arrived just in time to hear Kiara's comment about the alliance general. "You put it lightly", he commented in rapid Ewokese, "drags us nearly halfway across the galaxy to help fight the imperials and then we get to end up being nothing but decorative statues on the ship, bah!" He waved the thought away with an impatient wave of his free hand before setting the tray down and sitting down.

The Hammer and Sickle appeared above the planet of Aaris three. Trok entered in the pass codes and beamed them down to the planet. He then took hold of the ships controls, as the ship flew down to planet Trok's thoughts turned to the destruction of the Kuati shipyards. A good portion of those people killed had to be civilians and not imperial personnel. Yet they were allied with the empire he thought, if they were not then why had they no one tried to resist them. Trok thought for a moment maybe they didn't want to fight the empire because they were afraid. This made him become all the more angry at them, if they were going to be fearful and apathetic of the Empire then they deserved to die, he thought. He brought the ship down and landed in the hangar. He then left his ship with his slug thrower across his back and his blaster in the holster on his hip. He then started climbed up the steps toward the mess hall after about two seconds he noticed these steps were built for much larger beings then him and so by the time he got to the top his legs were burning with fatigue. He then came to the mess and stood at the back of the line picking up. He then took a couple slices of meat and sat down at one of the tables beginning to eat them.

Trok watched as the others began to head to Gala. As he walked back to his ship he mussed over the idea of helping the Alliance in the battle that was too come. He wondered where the battle was to take place a few places came to mind but seeing as the alliance did not always think like him it was anyone's guess. He walked up the landing ramp into the hammer and sickle. After powering the ship up he left the moon and then began to insert the hyperspace coordinates into his ships computer. Once he completed that task he and his ship were launched towards Gala.

The hammer and sickle appeared ove Aaris threes moon. the world its self was blue and green filled to the brim with jungles and oceans. Trok looked at the world with interest before starting to push the ship downward toward the moon. He leaned back in his seat as the ship gracefully came closer and closer to the moon, and he watched, as it grew larger and larger. It looked like a rather peaceful planet but in this galaxy one could never tell a something by its looks. It still amazed him that such things of beauty could birth things of such stupidity and barbarianism. He shrugged the thought away and began to plot in the course for a landing spot. The ship shook a bit as it entered the atmosphere but it soon passed once it was clear. AS the ship landed he grabbed his weapons keeping his pistol attached to the front of his hood in a small pouch and then held his slug thrower with both hands. Once the ship landed with a soft thud the ramp opened with an eerie hiss and Trok began to walk down the ramp onto the moon.

Through the vast network of communications in the holonet streamed a message that came to Aaris three. --Comm.-- "My Name is Tarfang and I wish to join your organization, please send me the locations of your location on this frequency so I may receive it. And thank you for listening. --End of comm.-- That of course was the direct translation that one would have once they translated it from ewokese, but if they were not able to do so it would just sound like a small animal making unintelligible noises.

Ra'jan'ikan't or Ra'jan as the outsiders, no not outsiders, Jedi he thought, called him. Ra'jan began to pull himself out of what the Jedi called a bed. It had been ten days since they had shown him to world of Ossus and every day he had gone through with the small hope that this was just some sort insane dream that had been concocted by his mind. But it was reality and not a dream, this sadden him greatly his life had been so simple before and now well now they were going to train him to become one of these super creatures with even more power then any of the suns or moons. What was the thing they worshiped called again, the force yes that was it, this concept of an energy field created by all living things greatly confused him. But he shook his head as he slowly undid his wrappings and walked towards what the Jedi called a refresher. He steeped onto the platform as ultrasonic vibrations began to cause dirt and grime to simply vibrate off his body. The Jedi had tried to get him to use one of those old-fashioned water showers; it had not ended well at all. They were still trying to figure out how he had even broken the pipe in half. As soon as he was clean Ra'jan began to put of his wrappings again, despite urging from them he had stubbornly clung to his cultures law that one must not reveal any part of themselves except to their mate. As he moved away from the shower after making sure that not part of his body was showing he returned to his room and on top of his bead lay a small holodisk. The Jedi had been teaching him about the history of the galaxy and their ancient order, lucky enough for him they had a copy of this history in jawaese, which he was rather proficient in. Ra'jan held the disk in his hand before putting it in a small opening next to a holoscreen the screen came on and then flashed with the words nineteen years before the battle of Yavin. He then sees the famous Jedi temple covered with smoke and flames, the screen spoke to him again the start of the great Jedi purge. He saw various scenes of clones gunning down Jedi and then the screen faded to show a large man garbed in shadows fighting with the clones. The shadow was able to cut through the trained Jedi as if they were just mere insects when compared to his power, as he finished off on Jedi the camera focused in on him to show that he was not a shadow but just a man in dark armor. As it closed in on his face Ra'jan's heart filled with terror. The mask reminded him of those stories of living shadows his mother had told to him as a child, he thought them just stories used to scare children and make them respect the rituals used to give thanks to the suns. But now well, it was clear that shadows did indeed exist in the galaxy. The machine then said, ”œDarth Vader, Sith lord”

Ra'jan'ikan't sat on top of his Bantha mount with his Tusken Cycler slung across his heavily robed back. His eyes looked out across the open dune sea and it's infinite expansion of sand before him along with a small herd of Dewbacks. He unslung his rifle and began to aim for one of the larger ones, his rifle still had that cold feelin of metal that not even the two blazing suns could get rid of. As soon as he had the dewback's head in his sights and was about to pull down on the trigger, he heard a fierce screech as something flew over his head. The dewbacks then began running off in all diferent directions as if a krayt dragn and plunged into the herd, ”œby the suns”

Trok Kanik was floating in what could be considered the closet thing to the middle of nowhere. He looked out towards the stars as they twinkled with the occasional blast of light, a beautiful sight to be sure, though one Farley seen. His thoughts began to churn like the wheels of an old wooden cart, something still a bit too common on his home world for his own sake. He stroked his white mustache as he began to think deeper, yes the people of this galaxy were barbarians who ran quickly through life without any guidance what so ever. But was not almost every life form like that except for insect species or other more advance life forms. El president Wicket was trying to bring order on Endor but things mostly remained the same. Oh of course there were more villages now and they had some flying craft along with nuclear weapons but most of the planet was still the same. They had no grand fleets like the Imperialist pig dogs did and neither did they have any super soldiers such as the Jedi or Sith. But that may change soon enough now that he had left his planet to travel the wider galaxy. He would of course join the Jedi seeing as how that if he joined the Sith he would most likely have to work with that theocratic empire run by mad men and magical monsters. Also the Rebellion was much easier to sympathize with as it had more advanced social rights for aliens then the Empire did. That and the fact that it might be possible for him to make it more Red if he were to join it through various means. But his mind began to move away from the political side of things and began focus back on the Jedi and Sith. Both worshiped the same deity though they worshiped the different sides of it, this puzzled Trok as how one could choose to take sides on an issue were there was just right and wrong. He shrugged and turned to his hologram projector, which was running a commercial on the cosmic balance. For some reason it caught his attention, maybe it was the fact that the galaxy had a balance or the fact that it called the both the Jedi and Sith greedy. Ever way he continued to watch it and as it ended another commercial came up about a movie that would star a fictional Jedi called Star Killer or something like that. Trok turned off the projector and started thinking maybe that the force also needed to be balanced. Perhaps this balance would be affected by the affects ones actions would have on society and others in general. Though it was also probably also affected by what and person thought and felt about anything. So to keep the balance one would have to not only improve all people but him too. And if one were to ruin society one would ruin one's self. He would have thought about this more but he needed to get to Coruscant and find the Jedi. Trok warmed up the hyper drive and punched in the Coordinates for the giant planet city. Trok watched from the cockpit as the lines of space extended and shrank and was thrown into the blue energy realm known as hyperspace. He then got bored and decided he might as well sleep the rest of the way there, the Ewok walked out of the cockpit and into the cargo hold where he had put in a small hammock aside from the assortment of vehicles he had there. Trok then climbed in the thing and drifted off to sleep where he had fabulous dreams of ruling a famous core planet with an iron fist and also people dieing in fires.

Real Name: Trok Kanik Nickname: usually goes under the alias of Tarfang Age: 22 Species: Ewok of course why do you think I came up with this brilliant username. Height: one meter Weight: 60 pounds Hair: brown with a white strip down his back as well some white facial hair Eyes: purple (a unfortunate side effect of his force sensitivity) Sex: male and yes Home world: The Forest moon of Endor Alignment: hopefully the Jedi Alignment: (Good, Evil, Neutral) balanced chaotic in other words as long as he can justify his actions, then he sees them in a positive light. Clothing: dark purple hood Weapon: FC-1 flechette launcher and a DL-44 heavy blaster pistol Force User Inventory: usually some food Possessions: his weapons and his ship the hammer and sickle. History: born into the Viet-Wok he is a proud supporter of the revolution and wishes to see it spread across the galaxy. Unlike his fellow comrades though he is more of Stalinist then a Marxist, though he has no idea what or who a Stalin is. After hearing of the imperialist take over of most of the known galaxy he has left the forest moon to head for the rebellion and the Jedi, Which he hopes to turn into a new revolutionary struggle to destroy capitalism and fascism. So he'll be able to usher in a new era of communism and rule the galaxy with a red iron fist. He also refers to all imperials as filthy browns.