Jaxton Ravos
Mindwalker of the Outer Rim
Dorsk 256 had spent a good portion of his life in the service of the Jedi Order, before leaving and deciding it wasn't for him. He joined what was called the Silent Conclave for a while, but never joined really joined their meeting or their actions, only truly being there in name only. The Silent Conclave had moved on from it's silence, forming a Sanctum near the Tingel Arm, but Dorsk was not ready to go to them. He had his own issues he needed to sort out. Dorsk, though not yet in his middle years, was having a bit of an identity crisis. Who was he really, besides another template and product of the Khommite people? Was he a person himself, or was he merely a droid, organic in construction? These questions laid heavy on his mind, his spirit, and he needed to figure them out before he could join the Sanctum in confidence. He couldn't bring himself to protect people when he wasn't sure if he even was a 'person' per se.
Thus, he made his way to Tatooine, a blisteringly hot world full of little of specks of glass and stinky heard animals. In the city of Mos Eisley he made his way to a bar, rumored to be frequented by the fame-rising 117th brigade, an assortment of clones, rumored to be 'force-dead'. True to their rumors as he entered the room he tried to sense all of the men inside, but he could only feel a fraction of the people around. If he were to find his origins, come to peace with himself and his creation, he figured this would be the best place.
"What'll you have stranger?" The duro barkeep asked.
"Something light, and the attention of the 117th. I have some questions that need answering."
Thus, he made his way to Tatooine, a blisteringly hot world full of little of specks of glass and stinky heard animals. In the city of Mos Eisley he made his way to a bar, rumored to be frequented by the fame-rising 117th brigade, an assortment of clones, rumored to be 'force-dead'. True to their rumors as he entered the room he tried to sense all of the men inside, but he could only feel a fraction of the people around. If he were to find his origins, come to peace with himself and his creation, he figured this would be the best place.
"What'll you have stranger?" The duro barkeep asked.
"Something light, and the attention of the 117th. I have some questions that need answering."