Farstar Datalog #00005
Entry Title: Who You Are
So, Onderon's where we're haulin' this stuff…I wonder how this is gonna go. It's been so long. Not just the being frozen for thirty some years, but even before that… I haven't been there or spoken to anyone since I left chasing Revan's vision of a new world. Stupid kid shit.
I was curious for a sec there on Tatooine, when Krog took that blood sample and ran it through the galactic database, but all that came up was exactly what should have:
No living relatives
It would've said the same thing if he ran that identity screen years ago before the carbonite. That's cuz the Beast Riders of Onderon don't cooperate with the Republic, much less give them blood samples.
The datapad from Starkiller, or should I say Ota, made me realize that I might want to keep better track of myself and keep more detailed datalogs. I guess you never know when you'll end up frozen in space with a big ass case of amnesia. Plus, it's likely this might come up at some point on our trip there, so I decided to just get this out of my system..
Atomas Kira was a brash and handsome young boy that grew up in the big fuckin' dangerous wilderness of Onderon, just a few miles south of Iziz, just far enough that he got to see the giant ass walls and big ivory towers of the city from the viewpoint of his dumbass mountain cave where he lived with a bunch of other dirty people and the fuck ugly animals they loved.
One night, Atomas heard the most wonderful music, laughter and singing coming from behind the city walls.
"What're they doin' Ma?", he asked his mother while narrowing his eyes and staring toward the walls.
"Iziz is having the festival tonight." she replied casually, "Many years ago, on this day, the Beast Wars ended. Your Great Uncle took his warriors and stormed Iziz with many Drexl. He finally conquered the city and brought an end to our struggles…" His mother trailed off in a soft haze of nostalgia before looking back at him with a cheery smile. "Then he married a royal whore and decided to be King and live there instead of our BeastLord and live with us." She said with a sarcastic joy.
"Can we live there?" Atomas asked, "And go to festivals, and sing and dance and meet travelers from the other worlds?"
"And ride Speeders that go RRRRRRRrrrrrRRRRR..KHER!rrrRRR<wbr />RR! Oh, and ride Spaceships too! We gotta do that! And.."
Young Atomas was cut off by a sudden hard smack to the cheek. His mother's face seemed to take on a dark shadowy color before her wrinkled brow sunk back into her skin, her features softened, and her eyes became serene again.
"Sorry, Atom, but I can't have anyone from my clan, let alone my son, talk of such things…" she said in a hushed tone while cradling his beet-fuckin'-red cheek.
"I just wanted to know why we…"
"You must learn the difference between us and them." She cut him off with a slightly more stern voice. "We keep the old ways. We guard Onderon as we always have and always will. We do not bow to Other Worlds or share in their troubles. Sharing their burden is what brought the Mando-scum to our home, it's what killed your father!"
Atomas immediately screamed back at her, not crying, but with a couple drops of water that got stuck in his eyes, "Maybe if Da had a god damn LAZER CANNON on a warship instead of a shit-brained Drexl with big dumbass teeth, then…!"
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" His mother lunged at him, grabbing his throat in a choke hold with both hands, her stupid big ol' dirty nails dug into the sides of his neck. "SHUT YOUR MOUTH IGNORANT CHILD!!"
Atomas began to feel faint, the weight against his neck had quickly started to collapse his throat. His mother was no bitch to fuck with. Especially when she was angry. Just when he thought his own mother was going to kill him, his amazing angelic older sister came to the rescue. Sunni always had a habit of arriving somewhere just in time.
"Ma! Ma, he's gonna die! You're suffocating him!" She yelled that and more similar phrases at their mother while freeing Atomas from her grip.
"Tommi! Tommi are you alright!?" Sunni asked as she lifted him off his back.
Atomas stood up, breathing heavily and coughing until the color returned to his face.
"You better learn…" his mother whispered ominously before bringing a piercing dead eyed gaze up. "..If you don't, you will never be a Kira.."
Atomas couldn't muster the strength to yell, but he projected his voice as loud as he could, "I don't wanna be a Kira! I wanna be a star! The farthest star in the universe! Far far away from here!"
…Yup. He ran away that day. Got himself into Iziz. Made some friends. Had some good times. Anyway, I wish I could tell you things got easier for Atomas, but it wasn't long before the Mandos came back to reign down a fiery onslaught again. They'd been amassing their army on Dxun after the first few skirmishes. I guess they'd decided they waited long enough and decided to finally hit Onderon with full force. Atomas spent the next six years making supply runs to the front-lines on an old beat up speeder. The thing was a rusted piece of shit, but it ran. That's all Atomas needed it to do. His knowledge of the wilderness and its' short-cuts took care of the rest. He guessed growing up a Beast Rider had its perks. He was so proficient and effective in this position that he soon became a Private in the Royal Military of Onderon, and was under the direct command of General Vaklu as "First Relief Soldier of the Vanguard". It basically meant he had the same job with a nicer land speeder and fancier title, but Atomas was proud all the same.
The pride was fleeting in the face of the ongoing war, though. And the helpless depression that came with it. He thought he'd never stop seeing the bodies pile up. Six years of his home burning day by day. Even with the Republic forces bolstering their military units, the Onderon Resistance seemed to be fated to fall. Just when all seemed lost, the Revanchist came. Atomas would never forget these Jedi. Each a fierce one man army. And he would forever be changed by the presence of their leader. Revan.To say that Atomas was amazed by Revan would be an understatement. He revered everything about him. The man that was no slave to fate. He came and went as he pleased. He saved and slaughtered as he saw fit. He shaped his own destiny with no hesitations.
When the opportunity to join Revan's empire came. Atomas jumped at the chance, with no hesitations, just like his hero. He felt like an entirely new person, with a new sense of purpose. When the Sith recruiter asked for his name, Atomas cooly replied,
"Tomi Farstar, sir."
And just like that, Atomas Kira was dead to the world. Another ghost of the Mandalorian wars…Remember who you are. You are Tomi Farstar. You ALWAYS have a choice. The Farstar name has no chains tied to destiny or fate. The freedom of infinite paths is what makes you who you are.
Fuck fate! That's why you disobeyed orders and took off from Taris. That's why you rejected the Sith you were once so dedicated to.
You ALWAYS have a choice.
Far Star, signing off.