Author: Dacian Palestar. Posted At: 07/04/2006 at 08:54 PM
Dacian Palestar emergence into the galaxy drew little, if any, notice from anyone. Another man seemingly wandering without end was hardly new, especially in the chaotic state that the galaxy was in. A key difference between Dacian and any other such wanderer, however, is that he moved with with a purpose.
Knowing and caring nothing for his past, the only piece of knowledge that held any value to him was that he was sensitive to a mysterious power, one that marked him above other mortal men. Driven to learn more about this power and how it could benefit him, he scraped for travel from system to system, seeking what could be known about the Force.
There was little. Only just enough to whet his curiosity, and not nearly enough to quench his thirst for power. From what he could find in old libraries and stories traded in seedy cantinas, Dacian learned a slice about the Jedi and the Sith. More importantly, he learnt that the Sith still existed.
The Jedi were of no interest to him - they put boundaries on power, the only thing Dacian respected. Morality, belief, and ideology were insignificant compared to the power of the Force, and he suspected the Force felt the same way.
Nevertheless, he aknowledged that by himself, he would would never master his power. As revolting as the thought was, he would need... help. The Sith were comparatively free of both restrictions and irrelevant traditions, a concentrated philosophy that shared his love of power and strength. That the Sith still existed promised him a chance at both.
It took a while to hunt down a location, a name, anything that he could use to seek out the Sith. Eventually he found what he was seeking - on Naboo, of all places, hidden in an old library. The book seemed otherworldly, and though Dacian was not one made to believe in superstition, he felt it possible that the Force had left it for him to find. Xa Fel was his destination.
It took longer still to find the place, but for every struggle Dacian knew that by overcoming it he would prove his worth to the Sith. After all, what worth would he be to them if he couldn't even make it to their temple?
Much of this part of his history is shrouded in mystery, supressed as his past was. Now, all that matters is that he has arrived.
A young man possessing distressingly gaunt features, he is not built strongly or impressively in any sense of the word. His clothes are poor and torn, the only thing that strikes any chord about him are his eyes, through which he projects terrifying determination. Nothing will stand in his way on his quest for power, until all the galaxy quakes at the name Palestar.