Artur (Γ013)
einsamkeit
Born to a pair of soldiers in the Sith-Imperial war machine in 853 ABY, it would be a safe bet to make that Artur's life was doomed from the start. Even on Dantooine, one of the more out-of-the-way, peaceful planets under Sith dominion, the shadows the constant war fell long; it did not take long before Artur found himself one of many orphans surrendered to the care of the state, destined to a life serving either the bureaucracy or the military, whichever way his talents seemed to lie. For a time, this was enough, and the boy was able to find some measure of contentment in his life and schooling.
Unfortunately for him, he was found to be sensitive to the Force; rather than train him as a full Sith, however, certain minds among the order saw fit to push him towards a different duty, with the goal of crafting the young child into nothing more than a weapon. He was claimed from the orphanage, along some few others with a biological and mental profile similar to his, and immediately thrust into harsh training. Forced to compete with the others constantly, sometimes even to deadly results, as their Sith masters saw fit to have the weakest links weeded out of the garden they'd sown. Always kept just underfed, just underslept, just overworked, and subject to punishments for failure nearly as harsh as what the Sith meted out amongst themselves, and each of them forced to push down their connection to the Force nearly to the point of disappearing within it entirely, forced to suppress themselves at the whim of their masters.
Gradually, the orphans and other children taken would come to coalesce into groups and teams of their own, actively encouraged by their trainers; during this time, Artur met Sara, the first—and so far, last—friend he could remember having. Naturally a shy boy, she did quite a bit to help pull him out of his shell, even within the harsh and deadly environment in which they'd met. With time, as the groupings solidified, the children—the eldest of which were, at this point, entering their early teen years—were formally assigned to the groups that they had managed to form, and once more set against each other, removing the last few weakest among them.
What followed next was ages of agony, as Artur and the others were subject to numerous forced enhancements, be they cybernetic, biological, or outright alchemical; by the time he reached twelve years old he already had the body of a fully-grown man, with his capabilities only growing further in the years beyond that. Much time was spent in stasis as the ones carrying out the procedures debated amongst themselves what new experiment would be the best to perform. What was clear, however, was that each child had been taken to be forged into a capable, elite warrior, meant only for a life serving the whims of the Dark Council.
The next years were a blur, as Artur and Sara—two of the survivors of the augmentation process—were whisked in and out of stasis pods, carried on ships far across Sith territory and even beyond. The brutal training they'd been forced to undergo served them well as a two-person kill team, sent in to take out high-value targets where the Sith were unwilling to commit to a full military campaign, be the targets rebels, enemy leaders, or, as they were truly designed to hunt and kill, Jedi and rogue Sith. With their Force sensitivity suppressed so heavily and instinctually, there were few who could sense them coming until it was too late and the trap had been sprung. However, in the latter years of the Sith Empire, their handlers grew desperate and uncoordinated, and the missions that Artur and Sara were sent on were sloppily planned or researched.
Near the time that the Sith Empire truly collapsed, Artur and Sara, alongside another pair they worked well with, had been sent to raid and destroy a Galidraani weapons factory; they were unsuccessful, having been intercepted by a large number of rebels who wished to join the legions of their clansmen abroad. Sara and one of the others were slain, while Artur barely escaped with his life or any of their equipment. He commandeered a ship, travelled off-world, and it was on his way to Dromund Kaas that he heard that the empire had fallen. His handlers gave him no response to any attempt at contact.
He was, at last, a free man, but with no skills, no home, no family or friends; since that time, he has simply been drifting from world to world, constantly running to try and escape his past and whatever may come of it.
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