Kreiton

Recently: After a very painful and public breakup with the only woman he ever loved, Kreiton decided that he needed to leave for a time. In an effort to correct one of the biggest mistakes of his past, he returned to the world of Aldivy, purchased a plot of land outside of a small village which had recently been rebuilt, and began to farm it. His intention being to raise as much food as he could, keep only a small part of it for his own needs, and give the rest away to the people who lived in the village.

Unfortunately, he would not get the opportunity. A few weeks after his arrival, he awoke in the dead of night to a sense of panic and pain in the Force. Sensing that the cause was coming from the village, he grabbed up his lightsaber and discblade and hurried there as quickly as he could. He found the people being rounded up by several heavily armed slavers. Without a moment's hesitation, he leapt into the midst of the slavers and began fighting the back, clearing a way for the townsfolk to escape to safety.

Despite his abilities, the slavers numbered so many that Kreiton's story may well have ended here had help not arrived in the form of one of his neighbors. A Mandalorian who had a farm on the other side of the village had heard the noise and decided to check it out. Not willing to let Kreiton have all the fun, Atenir Bralor entered the fray, and took down three slavers who had been coming at Kreiton from behind with two well-placed shots. Over the next few minutes, Kreiton and Atenir killed, disabled, or drove-off the remaining slavers.

One of those who'd been injured was the captain of the slavers, a Weequay. After much discussion, Kreiton convinced Atenir to let the captain go, arguing that it would be wrong to kill a helpless captive in cold-blood, and that they had no place to lock him up. He was sure that after having his crew beaten so soundly, the captain would know better than to try such an attack again, and would leave them in peace. He was wrong. Two weeks later, Kreiton was awakened once more in the middle of the night. This time it was the sound of turbolaser blasts and explosions that shocked him from his slumber.

He rushed outside in time to see a brilliant blast of energy strike somewhere in the middle of the town. Realizing the attack must be coming from a ship in orbit, he jumped into his speeder and raced to the only combat-worthy spacecraft he knew of in the immediate vicinity - Atenir's Skipray Blastboat. Arriving at his friend's farm, he rushed to the barn where he kept the ship, feeling certain that Atenir would already be preparing it for launch. However, as he approached the barn, he saw that part of the roof had collapsed, and a pair of boots was just visible protruding from under the debris. Reaching out to the Force, he lifted the rubble off of Atenir, and knelt down beside his broken body. Atenir removed his beskar gauntlets and handed them to Kreiton, telling him to finish the slavers off, and, this time, not to let them go in peace.

As Atenir breathed his last, Kreiton could feel the rage building down in the depths of his stomach. Closing his eyes, he reached out once more to the Force, he could sense the slavers ship in geosynchronous orbit above the town. Concentrating on the ship itself, he grabbed hold of it with the Force and began to pull. He felt the resistance from the ship's engines as they sprang to life in a desperate attempt to arrest its fall, but it was no use. It continued its descent into the planet's atmosphere, its hull turning first red, then white as it plummeted out of the sky. Finally, clenching his teeth and exerting himself one final time, he sensed for and found micro fractures along the hull, and began pulling them apart, rupturing it and causing the ship to break into three pieces. He opened his eyes again and watched as the flaming remains of the ship found the ground several miles on the other side of the town.

He looked down at Atenir's gloves in his hands, feeling dirty for what he had just done, and even more so for allowing the slaver captain to go free in the first place. He should have known, and now his friend had paid the price for his blind idealism. Tightening his grip around the gloves, he swore he would not make this mistake again. He knew what he had to do. Putting the gloves on, he carried Atenir's body to the blastboat. He flew first to Mandalore, and personally returned the remains to Atenir's family. Then, he set a course for Coruscant, determined to stem the spreading tide of darkness that he had known all along was coming.