Azezghil Klecika
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Life is interesting. Some do outstanding things with it, some rot away with it. It is not in my interest what people choose to do with it, I choose to follow what I want, no matter the costs, life is something that is experienced, and that is the reason I shall spend my entire life behind a makeshift furnace. Azezghil Klecika, my name I guess, I always found it interesting how what we are called, is chosen by not us, but those who created us, as if we are machines. Spending most of your life and time behind a patient job makes you think about even the simplest of things, especially if you have nobody to talk to.
When I was younger I was still part of a tribe, although my tribe didn't appreciate it, I always loved smelting down parts to try and purify or shape them, half the time I learned nothing and ended up failing, the other half I learned something and failed as well. It wasn't until I was around 15 that I finally began having little success in some of my experiments. As you see, I have a mask. Many jawa's look at me in disgust, some in interest, but none really want to be close to me. So why do I wear a mask? When I was 12, I did what I always did, I was experimenting, this time with a strange module looking object. It was incredibly rusted and strange looking. I decided to try and smelt it down to maybe find some sort of 'rare metal' or such to hopefully raise my tribe's opinion of me. However instead of finding a 'rare metal' my experiment as always went wrong, this time horribly.
Whatever that module was, it left me with quite the breathing problem. As the metal was getting smelted it started producing a toxic gas, at first I thought it was a severe odor. It occurs commonly when smelting machine parts or older scraps, however by the time I realized something was severely wrong the entire room had already been touched by it. I was coughing terribly, with my hand over my mouth, the inside of my mouth and my lungs feeling as if they were on fire. Alot, if not most of my tribe had heard my commotion and were already on their way, expecting something terrible, as they should be. By the time I left the room it started spreading elsewhere, as I was walking up the stairs to hopefully reach the top and breathe some fresh air I bumped into somebody, rushing fast down as well to figure out what I did this time.
I fell down the stairs and sat for a moment at the bottom, my lungs were on fire and all I could think about was how I was going to get rid of the pain. The jawa I bumped into went down the stairs and started complaining about what I did this time. Long story short, we had to park by some short mountains at the edge of the Western Dune Sea. We waited around 3 weeks before the chemical gas cleared out. If that wasn’t bad enough I developed breathing issues after prolonged exposure to this chemical gas, another thing was I pretty much got banned from entering most rooms, including the engine room.
Although I scored a new low opinion in the tribe, I was still a member of the tribe and some were concerned about my condition. I was unable to run at all as it put me in risk of losing too much oxygen and blacking out, staying out in the sun for longer periods of time caused even more oxygen loss which was another thing I could not do, and being in conditions with less oxygen could cause death if I didn't gain enough oxygen for long periods of time. Considering this, my tribe had to avoid sandstorms, dangerous conditions and places with very little to no cover, which usually had very little scrap.
It wasn’t until I was 16 and a half that I was able to finally get a mask that helped me breathe, although it was not cheap. My tribe had lost a lot to keep me alive, and the second they got me a mask, I left. They probably were gonna kick me out anyways, I’ve made them lose too much, the mask itself was.. Well not cheap. And even so I couldn’t continue my experiments, the second they found out that even after that I had continued the art of smeltery, I would have broken even more of their trust.
They dropped me off outside the space port of Mos Eisley. I had my own credits, not many, however, I had to give most of what I earned to my tribe, especially after they found out I sold my own scrap and parts. As I reached Mos Eisley I sat down and thought. For a while I thought about what I should do and if it was the right thing to do. I was never interested too much in the geography of Tatooine, but I knew a lot about it, the best places for scrap, places to avoid etc. Moving onto an entirely different planet can benefit me in some ways, however this was my home planet, I already had problems, and I at least know this planet, going into another planet with my current problem/problems was not a smart idea back then.
I decided to head over to Mos Espa. The transport wasn’t cheap however, I was left with little. When I arrived at Mos Espa I did what any sensible person would do, not sensible jawa, but person. I searched for jobs, I found a few and I worked a few, most had some of the worst pay rates you ever saw, but it kept me alive and that's all I could ask for back then. Eventually I found better paying jobs, I was good at doing multiple things, certain things I suck at, but the things I’m good at were basically just simple labor, simple labor is something that's really useful in Tatooine, it took some time, but by the time I was 17 I found a job that paid enough for me to survive and store miniature amounts of money.
When I was walking around one day, I found a peculiar spot, it was a ravine, the ravine was quite open, there was no point in going down there as I soon discovered when I tried, however though the ravine was open, it had quite a nice cave, the cave had many openings on the roof, openings that seem to lead to another cave, I’ve been there for a year now and I still haven’t found where the top cave is, but whatever it is, it casts some light down onto the bottom, with stalagmites it was easy to set up some tents and overheard covers, I already spent most of my money on that however, but I at least had a place to call home.
For the next year I spent as much time as I could working, although it was very unpleasant, I learned patience and much more through it, I eventually set up a furnace, it was very faulty but it worked better than a makeshift one, however I hope to replace it one day, its broken down multiple times. Throughout my experiences with smelting I’ve been able to use scrap and machine parts and separate the metals and create tablets of metal out of them. I have a small collection of these tablets and haven’t bothered to try selling them as I see no reason for anybody to want to buy them.
To this day I spend most of my time working, around 14 hours a day with 2 different jobs, one in south Espa, the other west. Both require labor and are mainly me moving packages, or being used as a multihand. The one thing I truly want to commit to is smeltery, however there is no opportunity… yet.
When I was younger I was still part of a tribe, although my tribe didn't appreciate it, I always loved smelting down parts to try and purify or shape them, half the time I learned nothing and ended up failing, the other half I learned something and failed as well. It wasn't until I was around 15 that I finally began having little success in some of my experiments. As you see, I have a mask. Many jawa's look at me in disgust, some in interest, but none really want to be close to me. So why do I wear a mask? When I was 12, I did what I always did, I was experimenting, this time with a strange module looking object. It was incredibly rusted and strange looking. I decided to try and smelt it down to maybe find some sort of 'rare metal' or such to hopefully raise my tribe's opinion of me. However instead of finding a 'rare metal' my experiment as always went wrong, this time horribly.
Whatever that module was, it left me with quite the breathing problem. As the metal was getting smelted it started producing a toxic gas, at first I thought it was a severe odor. It occurs commonly when smelting machine parts or older scraps, however by the time I realized something was severely wrong the entire room had already been touched by it. I was coughing terribly, with my hand over my mouth, the inside of my mouth and my lungs feeling as if they were on fire. Alot, if not most of my tribe had heard my commotion and were already on their way, expecting something terrible, as they should be. By the time I left the room it started spreading elsewhere, as I was walking up the stairs to hopefully reach the top and breathe some fresh air I bumped into somebody, rushing fast down as well to figure out what I did this time.
I fell down the stairs and sat for a moment at the bottom, my lungs were on fire and all I could think about was how I was going to get rid of the pain. The jawa I bumped into went down the stairs and started complaining about what I did this time. Long story short, we had to park by some short mountains at the edge of the Western Dune Sea. We waited around 3 weeks before the chemical gas cleared out. If that wasn’t bad enough I developed breathing issues after prolonged exposure to this chemical gas, another thing was I pretty much got banned from entering most rooms, including the engine room.
Although I scored a new low opinion in the tribe, I was still a member of the tribe and some were concerned about my condition. I was unable to run at all as it put me in risk of losing too much oxygen and blacking out, staying out in the sun for longer periods of time caused even more oxygen loss which was another thing I could not do, and being in conditions with less oxygen could cause death if I didn't gain enough oxygen for long periods of time. Considering this, my tribe had to avoid sandstorms, dangerous conditions and places with very little to no cover, which usually had very little scrap.
It wasn’t until I was 16 and a half that I was able to finally get a mask that helped me breathe, although it was not cheap. My tribe had lost a lot to keep me alive, and the second they got me a mask, I left. They probably were gonna kick me out anyways, I’ve made them lose too much, the mask itself was.. Well not cheap. And even so I couldn’t continue my experiments, the second they found out that even after that I had continued the art of smeltery, I would have broken even more of their trust.
They dropped me off outside the space port of Mos Eisley. I had my own credits, not many, however, I had to give most of what I earned to my tribe, especially after they found out I sold my own scrap and parts. As I reached Mos Eisley I sat down and thought. For a while I thought about what I should do and if it was the right thing to do. I was never interested too much in the geography of Tatooine, but I knew a lot about it, the best places for scrap, places to avoid etc. Moving onto an entirely different planet can benefit me in some ways, however this was my home planet, I already had problems, and I at least know this planet, going into another planet with my current problem/problems was not a smart idea back then.
I decided to head over to Mos Espa. The transport wasn’t cheap however, I was left with little. When I arrived at Mos Espa I did what any sensible person would do, not sensible jawa, but person. I searched for jobs, I found a few and I worked a few, most had some of the worst pay rates you ever saw, but it kept me alive and that's all I could ask for back then. Eventually I found better paying jobs, I was good at doing multiple things, certain things I suck at, but the things I’m good at were basically just simple labor, simple labor is something that's really useful in Tatooine, it took some time, but by the time I was 17 I found a job that paid enough for me to survive and store miniature amounts of money.
When I was walking around one day, I found a peculiar spot, it was a ravine, the ravine was quite open, there was no point in going down there as I soon discovered when I tried, however though the ravine was open, it had quite a nice cave, the cave had many openings on the roof, openings that seem to lead to another cave, I’ve been there for a year now and I still haven’t found where the top cave is, but whatever it is, it casts some light down onto the bottom, with stalagmites it was easy to set up some tents and overheard covers, I already spent most of my money on that however, but I at least had a place to call home.
For the next year I spent as much time as I could working, although it was very unpleasant, I learned patience and much more through it, I eventually set up a furnace, it was very faulty but it worked better than a makeshift one, however I hope to replace it one day, its broken down multiple times. Throughout my experiences with smelting I’ve been able to use scrap and machine parts and separate the metals and create tablets of metal out of them. I have a small collection of these tablets and haven’t bothered to try selling them as I see no reason for anybody to want to buy them.
To this day I spend most of my time working, around 14 hours a day with 2 different jobs, one in south Espa, the other west. Both require labor and are mainly me moving packages, or being used as a multihand. The one thing I truly want to commit to is smeltery, however there is no opportunity… yet.
