Master Scorpio Armegedon

The next few moments were a blurred mesh of emotions and quizative wonderment for the young Armegedon and leaving little time for any reaction to follow. As the dread of his capture and arrest quickly set in, a glimmer of hope slivered into the fray as the towering Wookie brought up his paw and words gurgled across the minds of all present. In this moment of wonder, a fleeting feeling of an offset equilibrium swayed his mind as both the Officers let go of his form and the cuffs fell to the floor with a echoing clank. And the moments that followed were no different. The Cantina had briefly grown so silent from the drawn attention of the patrons that the echo of the fallen cuffs reverberated for a moment as Scorpio rubbed his wrists and complied with the Wookiee's request both wearisome and in wonder. Questions flooded his mind so chaotically that his mind would be near impossible to read as he followed his rescuer to the nearby booth and took a seat in silence. Was this wookiee a Jedi? A Sith? Neither? It didn't take a Starship Engineer to know that the cuffs weren't released by the Officers, and yet, Scorpio was likely the only one to have noticed in the crowded entryway. In this, the dread had nearly dissipated, save for the leariness of the possibility of the Darkside being at work here, a singular possibility that Scorpio knew all too well from his past experiences. And yet, as unsure as he was, there was a sense of easiness that settled in the bar and as the two sat, the Cantina returned to its usual pace and activity as the two Officers departed. Still rubbing at his wrists beneath the table and shifting his weight against the booths backing to relieve the offset of the Katana slung across his back, he only had one reply to speak of. "My apologies." His voice quivered in both excitement and fear. He only hoped his words could be understood, and if one could even apologize properly to a Wookiee.

It wasn't long after the chase ensued that the local security force was quickly upon both Scorpio and the thief's tail. The thief, likely Scorpio's age in appearance, had long been making a mess as they ran through the market place and through numerous alleys, tossing goods and wares in the path of Scorpio in their escape and Scorpio only grew more enraged by the passing moments as the Force vibrated with his mixed emotions. His life savings, everything he had ever owned, was in that small pouch of credits the thief now had in his possession, and Scorpio was direly intent on getting it back for the sake of getting off Tatooine and finding the Jedi no matter the cost. He had to. It was his life's dream, to follow in his Father's footsteps and become a Knight of the holy Order. And in truth, the thought of the thief ruining that for him nearly had him in tears as his eyes watered as such a thought. It was inconceivable and absolutely devastating. It didn't matter in that moment whether he was caught by the TSF, only that he got back the credits. As he turned into a nearby Cantina behind the thief, however, it became all but apparent that it would not be so this day. For as Scorpio rounded the bar, he felt a solid and towering wall that could only be described as remnants of carpeting before he fell with a hard thud backwards and struck his head upon the Cantina's flooring as his silver gaze caught the thief exiting in the back. Laying there, looking up at the large Wookiee @Wookiee Jedi he ran into, he dared not move, nor did he even consider it. As the Force filled with his hopelessness, he felt the TSF dragging him to his feet and felt the steeled cold of the cuffs clasping around his wrists. It was over now. There would be no passage off Tatooine nor would he ever become a Jedi like his father. In a singular day, his world had came to an end. And there was nothing, nor anyone, who could change that fact for him now. From one prison as a ward of the state, onward to another, it seemed he had the worst luck in the Galaxy.

Looking down at the few gold, a handful of silver, and mostly bronze and copper creds he held within the small leathered pouch, Scorpio gazed with both sorrow and excitement. Finally he held enough credits for a trip off world, a lifetime of savings and wages all held within a single sack no larger than his fist. Other than what he wore, an armored set of Jedi Robes and the Jedi Katana upon his back, everything he owned had been sold or scrapped to begin this lump of savings that he had hid within the ruins of his old homestead. It was a bittersweet moment to say the least even as the sand around him kicked up in the small breeze that blew through the openings. He closed his eyes and took in a somber breath. Tattooine was all he had ever known and now, after all the years planning and saving, it was now time to depart his old life and begin anew. Since he was no longer a ward of Tatooine and was a free being, he could finally follow his dream of following in his Father's footsteps. A miniscule dream at best, but one that kept his father alive in his heart and the rest by extension. For even in this moment, he could feel their presence peacefully until the memories of that night took hold. Shaking his head, he placed the pouch upon his hip and replaced the stone from the hearth and stood up, dusting off the sand that had clustered on his father's robes. Sand.. it gets everywhere. And if he never saw another grain of it in his life, it would still be too soon. As the sands parted and spread beneath his steps, he began his trek back into town. It would only be a small shuttle ride from Mos Eisley to Anchorhead where he could grab the necessary provisions and procure a ride off Tatooine, and so his trek from the Northern Dune Sea began. He began his trek to Mos Eisley at day break, hoping to cross the flats into Mos Eisley by the heat of the day. Once he arrived, he grabbed a quick bite to eat, namely a protein bar and some water a local moisture farmer sold at the regular before grabbing a shuttle to Anchorhead in what Scorpio considered to be luxury. Most would disagree, but Scorpio had never really known much of anything since his parent's murders. Albeit, those murders were listed as accidental by the local security forces that had responded. Scorpio, however, knew none of this as he was asleep until his mother, Maria, awoke him that night with blood on her clothes. Who's? He never found out. Arriving in Anchorhead, Scorpio began procuring his travel passport and his ticket off world, but grew sidetracked as he procured his provisions, a local thief having picked pocketed what remained of his savings. A abrupt chase had ensued, anger filled and despair weighing heavily upon his mind, and by extension, the Force.

Identity Real Name: Scorpio Armegedon A.K.A: Homeworld: Tatooine Species: Hybrid (Echani, Miraluka, Human) Physical Description Age: 19 Height: 5'10 Weight: 165lbs Hair: Ash Eyes: Silver Sea Blue Sex: Male Distinctive Features/Scars: Personality/Traits: Outgoing and serene appearance. Tendency for brashness, can be overtly hard on himself during failures. Convictive. Equipment Clothing or Armor: A combination of his Father's Jedi Armored Robes and Plasteel Underweave Weapon: Jedi Katana Common Inventory: ID, Credits, Food Faction Information Force User Alignment: Chaotic Lawful Current Faction Affiliation: Jedi Current Faction Rank: Jedi Hopeful History Force Side: Light Trained by: Trained who: Known Skills: Swordsmanship Survival Skills Force Sight Pre-Faction Background Upon the Dune Sea of Tatooine was a family homestead belonging to a seclusive family known as the Armegedons. The Father, Phantorius or Phan as most knew him by, was a known guide and miner. The mother, Maria, was a housewife and caregiver for the three little ones. And the children were Scorpio, Oden, and Lunarya. And yet, Luke most families, this one held secrets hidden deeply in their past. Maria's marriage to Phan was an unwelcome occurrence for her family, most notably her brother Vōk. It was for this reason they lived such a secluded life until Vōk located the family. As the sole survivor of the night Vōk came to their homestead, has spent what remains of his life as a ward of the state until recently. No longer a minor and released from his wardship, Scorpio now seeks out to follow in his Father's footsteps, a member of the Jedi Order. He is known to take odd jobs for three hots and a cot, and saves for the day he can leave Tatooine and it's harsh memories behind.