Tieru Ocarre
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Survival is a true testament of character. Life will always have its points of anguish, pain and defeats. The fact remains that life is hard, but those that live must be harder. Living is a blessing, and rarely are the seconds that we have cherished. Birth seems to exemplify the importance of the blessed life in a single cry, and a mother’s smile. Everyday a child is born, and everyday a mother realizes for that very moment what matters.
It was a day in the calm, and blossoming season of Sluis Van, with the sky so welcoming. The protocols of labor dealt with cordially and utter perfection as the woman lay on her back in the clinic room. A shiver spilled from the vents, but little concern was given as the importance provided a thickness to the air. The atmosphere could almost be swallowed, but the Sluissi main concern was the patient. All the lights fizzled in the room as the med droids and Sluissi worked together. A sedated breath pressed from the mother’s lungs as her hair ruffled. She was intrigued, but the barriers had been built as she looked down as life bud below.
A storm tore the atmosphere into glee. A rain poured down from the strain of the child’s lungs as his clenched eyes and tight body was held carefully by the med droid. Joy flourish from the sweat, effort and beauty of the mother’s face as she yanked herself to her newborn. The baby found comfort in her arms, and a tire waned his calls away. He had found his home. He had found his mother.
"Tieru", she whispered, her tongue flavor with an accent too exotic to be born of Sluis Van.
"Tieru…"
Days became weeks, and weeks became months. Little time would be reserved for his mother in this boy’s life. The home of her arms would have to be replaced, he would soon find refugee in new lands. Before long the galaxy became his favorite abode, as he pushed himself to stand and walk as others. Only two years had passed, and his tongue was flavored like his mother, flavored like his Sluissi doctor, and taste bugs of them all. The healthy boy seemed to always be on the run, dashing through shipyards, wreckage points and meddling in everything all before he was two. If only he knew how little time he had reserved with his mother, maybe he would have called her arms home more often.
It was once more a night in the calm, and blossoming season of Sluis Van, with the world so caring. Above rested the heavens, stars sparkled in a captivating glare that beckon the boy. Before he had been told it was rude, but he pointed off to the far off worlds. The caretaker was a Bith, his jukebox just playing away as his mom spoke with the new stranger in a cloak. The caretaker knew all too well of the happenings, but Tieru was taken by the night sky as always.
He could only be excited as his mother spoke later on that night.
"You’re going off. Off to be with the stars!"
Tieru never saw that caretaker again, but he took the jukebox. All of three years old, his ears were relieve by the calls of jizz-wail music. The tunes danced in his head in solitude, as he wondered. The times changed drastically, but as all do he molded to his environment. Sluis Van and Coruscant were vastly different; the bustle came almost too sudden for the patient child. Although his keen sense of curiosity was not diluted, his intolerance for quick surroundings did soften. Instead of internalize all the unfamiliar traits; he became a very analytical of his environment, as his studious mind grew naturally. In many ways Coruscant added the water necessary for the seeds Sluis Van planted.
The contrast that spread his insightful, young mind was dug deeper by his new…studies. In the divine, defined and eloquent temple, Tieru sat as many underlings had before the Grandmaster. Yoda had touched many lives with his lessons, his experience never dwindling in their exceptional usage, and his broken basic charm with his care. Students listened, and Tieru was not the one to falter amongst the crowd. In turn, he blended in and delved into all the knowledge given every time he returned to his quarters. In the boy rested an excellence that others notice, but he was still one of many in the Jedi Temple. The exceptional traits were common amidst the Jedi, and the path to his niche was long.
Friendship was found in his fellow younglings; in his Cu-Pa Clan he was renown for his jokes and charisma. Tieru was always taking adventures with the younglings. At one point he had raised alarm from the youngling’s Padawan caretaker because all the Clans had seemingly vanished through one of Tieru’s many jokes.
Yet, he was left behind as some of his friends disappeared into apprenticeship. Times had grown bleak as his twelfth birthday pass as the gloom of denial rested only a year away. Although he had delved in many avenue of the Force, he seemed unwanted by Masters and Knights alike. He was a dangerous case because of his age, and seemed unworthy with his interested all too worldly. Tieru was truly disciplined, studious, but more talented than anything. Younglings were to be molded, only to be carried onto a more caring, specified relationship of a master that would dedicate advancing those skills. Tieru did not seem ready, and the halls whisper of him eventually finding his way to Service Corps.
Oh, how the Force works in mysterious ways…
Aurra Sing had struck again. Coruscant had been covered in the death of the two Jedi, J’Mikel and Peerce, leaving a beacon for the Jedi hunter’s former master. An’ya Kuro return as the funeral services burned away the flesh, leaving only the Force. A trail had been caste, and without the complete recognition of the council Darkwoman took her second student.
In an 8-year span there much information left to be uncovered his times as a Padawan, and the teachings. All that is known is the product, and Tieru returned from the teachings a man without war in his heart. Just as Lanius Qel-Bertuk had done before him, he used his Right of Denial. Instead of follow his master as a spy, he stepped into the very corps many once whispered he would find himself.
The Clone Wars raged on as he searched Wild and Unknown space apart of the ExplorCorp. Even as change had been brought to the galaxy, he was left and forgotten in Wild Space as the gathering of other Corps had lead to their destruction by the growing New Order. Many died, but he returned without vengeance.
Since his return to known space, he has filled the role of a forgotten Jedi. He has little desire to continue down the path that had been set for him as a Jedi, and much more content with an adventurous life. Still in his teen years by the aging of his race, he has much to see in this world, and feels it be best dealing in hobbies, girls and all sorts of fun – not light sticks.
Yet, all these are up to change.
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