Post by Badger on Aug 17, 2006 19:37:01 GMT -5
This is a biography created by one of my good friends, K.A.L. whom I was with in {EW} and ~SITH~. We were going to put this in the Library III, which was never made, so it was stored forever...until now. I used this without permission due to the fact that K.A.L. is gone right now, but I'm almost positive he won't mind. This is pure genius. He might have shown this on the ~SITH~ site at one point in time, but I'm not sure.
*Note: This is un-edited, but K.A.L. doesn't really need to be edited
Kal’s Updated History
After fighting along side the ranks of the Elite Warriors clan in many of their great historic battles that eventually lead to a period of peace, the battle hardened clone, 05 (Kal), had begun to lose his edge. For a man who’s very purpose in life was to fight, peace did nothing but make him weaker. Ever since his “birth”, he had been training to fight and kill other living things. He was never taught how to socialize with the locals, or anything along those lines. The moment he stepped out of the Gunship on that blasted, sand infested, Geonosis; he’d known nothing other than destroying droids and doing a fine job at it. Over the years he’d spend in the Republic, Kal had begun to develop his own personality. This helped him adjust to the peace times, but inside he always felt as though he didn’t belong. Like he should be out on a battlefield somewhere. It was during this time when the ~SITH~ came.
The ~SITH~ clan was made up of the elite members of =JK= who were angry with their leader, Sidious, for never being there and letting the clan die. Soon after, they decided to leave the failing clan and create a newer, better clan. They had powerful ambition and had many different ways of achieving their goals. Not only that, but they were quite adept in the art of war.
There was only one at the time, but he frequently visited the {EW} headquarters. Kal thought nothing of it, and just saw the ~SITH~ member as just another warrior. When the wars broke out again, Kal eagerly went into every battle he could, leading his comrades to victory time and time again. What he didn’t know was that the ~SITH~ member had been keeping an eye on him from the sidelines of the war. He was known as “Nogrhi”. With each battle, the ~SITH~ became more and more interested in Kal and his skill. It was Nogrhi who first came to Kal with the question. He asked Kal to help the ~SITH~ realize their dream.
Of course Kal refused. He was {EW} through and through. Noghri accepted the answer and returned to his master.
It wasn’t until later that the ~SITH~ returned again, this time bringing their Master with them. Order 66. He decided that it would be “fun” to have a friendly battle between the two clans. Kal was excited about this fight, as always, and decided that he would take part in the upcoming battle. He took matters into his own hands and begun to set up everything on the {EW} side. During this time, Kal had become closer to the ~SITH~. He could often be seen in battles with them, or training with them. But he remained loyal to {EW}. It was almost as if nothing could shatter the clone’s devotion… until one fateful event occurred that changed the course of the universe. The battle between {EW} and ~SITH~ was doomed. Only a few members were willing to aid Kal, and Order had said that they needed to find eight. This was an impossibility.
Something had happened inside of the clone’s mind… something the Kaminoians hadn’t programmed to happen. Kal started wanting more than what he already had. He wanted greatness. He had developed a powerful ambition. His clan mates noted strange behavior patterns, and constant outbursts from the clone. They didn’t know what to think. Some members of the clan even resorted to leaving due to the clone’s constant verbal abuse. Kal was slipping, losing himself to his emotions. This was, as we all know, the path to the Dark Side.
Order must have sensed the growing anger in the clone. He knew that it would not be difficult to convert him now… but what would he do? The clone was still loyal. “Fuel the fire.”, he thought. The ~SITH~ knew how to word things, and used this to fuel the clone’s discontent, pushing him even farther into the darkness. Eventually, Kal’s ambition became too strong for even he himself to control.
Surprisingly, Kal’s pod brother, Caz, was the first to leave. The reason behind this was that Kal had told his brother all about the ~SITH~ and what they wanted. He told him of Nogrhi and the battles he could foresee, he told him of Order. Apparently, Caz had became interested in the ways of the ~SITH~ earlier on and had been conversing with them, as Kal had.
Seeing that his brother had left {EW}, he decided now was the only time. He knew that the clan would suffer… but he also knew that they had the determination to survive. “They’ll be fine…” he thought. So, with that, the clone left his comrades in arms to reach his dreams.
Kal’s ~SITH~ Chronicles
It wasn’t hard for Kal to prove himself to the ~SITH~. They were already aware of his battle prowess. Soon after joining up with them, he was sent on a mission with a few other Commandos. It was a simple mission, really, just go in and destroy a Rebel encampment. He figured he wouldn’t need too many guys to come with him, so he only took about 50 troops. They were loaded up onto a transport ship and sent to Polis Masa, an asteroid in the Outer Rim system.
When they arrived, they had quite a hard time finding the Rebels. It took a good 6 hours of searching the surface of the asteroid, but that was the easy part. The Rebels had dug tunnels into the asteroid… and Kal’s team had no clue which one led to the base. It took about two full days before they found any sign of life. They were in luck, a Rebel had fallen asleep on his patrol route. Kal wanted to get the information from him, but he knew the Rebel would never talk. Instead, he blasted the Rebel on the spot and took any identification he could find.
After hours of searching, they had finally found it. But… the Rebels were waiting. Kal and his team were ambushed. It was a massacre. Someone tripped a mine, explosions tore through the caves. Grenades were let lose… bodies flying everywhere. Blasters tore through the smoke, screams filled the air.
Only a few members of the team managed to escape, Kal included. None of them were in any condition to fight. They only had one chance: find the Rebel’s transmitter and try to get some reinforcements. All of them knew it was a suicide mission, but if even one of them could survive… revenge could be exacted upon the foolish Rebels who dared to rise against the ~SITH~. It was a horribly long journey for the wounded troops, and most of them were lost on the way.
Kal and a single trooper were left. They made the call, but the transmission was garbled. Their hopes for rescue were shattered on the spot. Kal grinned and said “Looks like… looks like I won’t be making it out of this one… “, remembering how he miraculously managed to survive his encounter with the CIS. The images of that blasted new droid model annihilating his men still haunting him… even at that moment. At the time, it brought fear to him… but now, only rage.
Suddenly he was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of footsteps. Rebel footsteps. He and his comrade both knew that this was the end. But, as members of the ~SITH~ elite… they would not go down without a fight. Both of them stood up, their adrenaline strong enough to block out the pain of their wounds… either that or the pain was so intense that their bodies cut the sensory nerves from those areas. They rose, with burning resolve in their eyes, and together they opened fire on the Rebels, screaming in rage the whole time. Right down to the last blaster bolt pierced their armor.
Everything went black. No sound. Just black.
Death of a Hero/Birth of a Monster
No one knows if it was because of the transmission Kal had sent, or if it was because of Order 66 feeling the fading presence of his new disciple… but the reason matters not. Caz soon found his way to the Rebel base on Polis Masa and wreaked havoc on them. His group was 1500 strong. They outnumbered the Rebels 5 to 1. The battle lasted less than 10 minutes. Not a single Rebel was left alive. So was the mercy of the enraged brother.
Moments later, an officer interrupted Caz’s brooding with a message. They had found Kal. Or… what was left of him.
Buried under a pile of rubble caused by the explosion of the Sith Commando’s suicide attack on the Rebels; laid a bloody, broken Kal. His clone armor was broken all over, and it appeared that he had taken quite a few shots to the body before the explosion. He was lost in his own mind… barely breathing. “Get him some bacta, now!” yelled Caz.
Once they were all back on the ship, they had Kal strapped up onto an operating table. Order 66 was there. They got the clone hooked up to life support, but he wouldn’t wake up. “In his current state… he will die. His body is broken and can no longer support any kind of life. It doesn’t make any sense how he’s even alive now.”, proclaimed the ship’s doctor. Caz wouldn’t accept this “There has to be a way!”, he said. Order was lost, deep in thought… suddenly he came back to reality. “There is something that can be done. But…” Caz was getting anxious “What!? What is it?”. “You… can’t be thinking of…”, said the doctor. Order just nodded. “I am.” Now confused, Caz asked “What are you thinking, master?” Order turned away to look out the ship’s window, then said “Rebuild him.”
The doctor told Caz that his brother would most likely not be the same as he once was. There was no way they could just add on a few mechanical arms and legs. Kal’s body was destroyed. They would need to build him a new body. At first, Caz didn’t want them to do it. But… he had no time to debate. Kal was dying. He could already be dead for all he knew. He had no choice but to give the doctor the “OK”.
He immediately set to work. Luckily enough, the ship had a special droid model on board that they had stolen from the CIS before the end of the Clone Wars. This would be Kal’s new body. Of course, they re-enforced the body’s armor plating and added a few things here and there… but the basic shape of the droid remained the same. After a nerve wreaking operation…the doctor announced that he was done. Now all that remained was to see if Kal was alive. The doctor gave his brain a jolt, kick starting the clone’s organs. The mechanical organism begun to move, then slowly… he rose.
Kal looked around the room, everything slowly starting to come back into focus… “Am I still… no, this is an assault ship… Caz? Order? Why are… gaaahhh!!!” he felt a sharp pain in his chest… no, his lungs. “What is this!?” he begun to cough, then got up off the operating table… his metallic claw feet making a loud noise as they hit the floor. “Why… I can’t feel my body…” he turned to look at Order, who was looking out the ships window. He started to move toward him, then saw a reflection of something in the window that caused him to fill instantly with rage, then fear. “Order!! Get down! There’s a droid on board!” The Sith master turned around, and the look on his face told Kal everything. The clone walked toward the window, unable to come to grips with the fact that the horrid figure of his past that was glaring at him… was really himself. Images of his final days as a member of the Grand Army of the Republic came back, haunting him. He begun to panic, then turned away. He saw the reflection again in a mirror near the operating table… his rage was immense. With a powerful swing of his metallic arm, Kal shattered the mirror. Caz was standing in disbelief the whole time, unable to comprehend that this… thing was his brother.
Kal stomped around the room, trying to figure out how this accursed droid body functioned… his rage still at a high peak. Order used this time to make use of the rage. “If only those Rebels…” those simple words was all that he said. But, those four words would cause so much pain and suffering throughout the galaxy. Kal stopped in his tracks, his fingers clenched up in fists, his eyes staring coldly out into space. “I will hunt down each and every one of them. I will keep hunting them until my last breath!” He then burst into a fit of rage and begun to yell… no, almost roar, out into space.
This was the beginning of the end. The Rebels would soon come to know and fear the name of Kal. The clone’s dreams would come true… everything he ever wanted, he would eventually have.
For a price.
*Note: This is un-edited, but K.A.L. doesn't really need to be edited
Kal’s Updated History
After fighting along side the ranks of the Elite Warriors clan in many of their great historic battles that eventually lead to a period of peace, the battle hardened clone, 05 (Kal), had begun to lose his edge. For a man who’s very purpose in life was to fight, peace did nothing but make him weaker. Ever since his “birth”, he had been training to fight and kill other living things. He was never taught how to socialize with the locals, or anything along those lines. The moment he stepped out of the Gunship on that blasted, sand infested, Geonosis; he’d known nothing other than destroying droids and doing a fine job at it. Over the years he’d spend in the Republic, Kal had begun to develop his own personality. This helped him adjust to the peace times, but inside he always felt as though he didn’t belong. Like he should be out on a battlefield somewhere. It was during this time when the ~SITH~ came.
The ~SITH~ clan was made up of the elite members of =JK= who were angry with their leader, Sidious, for never being there and letting the clan die. Soon after, they decided to leave the failing clan and create a newer, better clan. They had powerful ambition and had many different ways of achieving their goals. Not only that, but they were quite adept in the art of war.
There was only one at the time, but he frequently visited the {EW} headquarters. Kal thought nothing of it, and just saw the ~SITH~ member as just another warrior. When the wars broke out again, Kal eagerly went into every battle he could, leading his comrades to victory time and time again. What he didn’t know was that the ~SITH~ member had been keeping an eye on him from the sidelines of the war. He was known as “Nogrhi”. With each battle, the ~SITH~ became more and more interested in Kal and his skill. It was Nogrhi who first came to Kal with the question. He asked Kal to help the ~SITH~ realize their dream.
Of course Kal refused. He was {EW} through and through. Noghri accepted the answer and returned to his master.
It wasn’t until later that the ~SITH~ returned again, this time bringing their Master with them. Order 66. He decided that it would be “fun” to have a friendly battle between the two clans. Kal was excited about this fight, as always, and decided that he would take part in the upcoming battle. He took matters into his own hands and begun to set up everything on the {EW} side. During this time, Kal had become closer to the ~SITH~. He could often be seen in battles with them, or training with them. But he remained loyal to {EW}. It was almost as if nothing could shatter the clone’s devotion… until one fateful event occurred that changed the course of the universe. The battle between {EW} and ~SITH~ was doomed. Only a few members were willing to aid Kal, and Order had said that they needed to find eight. This was an impossibility.
Something had happened inside of the clone’s mind… something the Kaminoians hadn’t programmed to happen. Kal started wanting more than what he already had. He wanted greatness. He had developed a powerful ambition. His clan mates noted strange behavior patterns, and constant outbursts from the clone. They didn’t know what to think. Some members of the clan even resorted to leaving due to the clone’s constant verbal abuse. Kal was slipping, losing himself to his emotions. This was, as we all know, the path to the Dark Side.
Order must have sensed the growing anger in the clone. He knew that it would not be difficult to convert him now… but what would he do? The clone was still loyal. “Fuel the fire.”, he thought. The ~SITH~ knew how to word things, and used this to fuel the clone’s discontent, pushing him even farther into the darkness. Eventually, Kal’s ambition became too strong for even he himself to control.
Surprisingly, Kal’s pod brother, Caz, was the first to leave. The reason behind this was that Kal had told his brother all about the ~SITH~ and what they wanted. He told him of Nogrhi and the battles he could foresee, he told him of Order. Apparently, Caz had became interested in the ways of the ~SITH~ earlier on and had been conversing with them, as Kal had.
Seeing that his brother had left {EW}, he decided now was the only time. He knew that the clan would suffer… but he also knew that they had the determination to survive. “They’ll be fine…” he thought. So, with that, the clone left his comrades in arms to reach his dreams.
Kal’s ~SITH~ Chronicles
It wasn’t hard for Kal to prove himself to the ~SITH~. They were already aware of his battle prowess. Soon after joining up with them, he was sent on a mission with a few other Commandos. It was a simple mission, really, just go in and destroy a Rebel encampment. He figured he wouldn’t need too many guys to come with him, so he only took about 50 troops. They were loaded up onto a transport ship and sent to Polis Masa, an asteroid in the Outer Rim system.
When they arrived, they had quite a hard time finding the Rebels. It took a good 6 hours of searching the surface of the asteroid, but that was the easy part. The Rebels had dug tunnels into the asteroid… and Kal’s team had no clue which one led to the base. It took about two full days before they found any sign of life. They were in luck, a Rebel had fallen asleep on his patrol route. Kal wanted to get the information from him, but he knew the Rebel would never talk. Instead, he blasted the Rebel on the spot and took any identification he could find.
After hours of searching, they had finally found it. But… the Rebels were waiting. Kal and his team were ambushed. It was a massacre. Someone tripped a mine, explosions tore through the caves. Grenades were let lose… bodies flying everywhere. Blasters tore through the smoke, screams filled the air.
Only a few members of the team managed to escape, Kal included. None of them were in any condition to fight. They only had one chance: find the Rebel’s transmitter and try to get some reinforcements. All of them knew it was a suicide mission, but if even one of them could survive… revenge could be exacted upon the foolish Rebels who dared to rise against the ~SITH~. It was a horribly long journey for the wounded troops, and most of them were lost on the way.
Kal and a single trooper were left. They made the call, but the transmission was garbled. Their hopes for rescue were shattered on the spot. Kal grinned and said “Looks like… looks like I won’t be making it out of this one… “, remembering how he miraculously managed to survive his encounter with the CIS. The images of that blasted new droid model annihilating his men still haunting him… even at that moment. At the time, it brought fear to him… but now, only rage.
Suddenly he was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of footsteps. Rebel footsteps. He and his comrade both knew that this was the end. But, as members of the ~SITH~ elite… they would not go down without a fight. Both of them stood up, their adrenaline strong enough to block out the pain of their wounds… either that or the pain was so intense that their bodies cut the sensory nerves from those areas. They rose, with burning resolve in their eyes, and together they opened fire on the Rebels, screaming in rage the whole time. Right down to the last blaster bolt pierced their armor.
Everything went black. No sound. Just black.
Death of a Hero/Birth of a Monster
No one knows if it was because of the transmission Kal had sent, or if it was because of Order 66 feeling the fading presence of his new disciple… but the reason matters not. Caz soon found his way to the Rebel base on Polis Masa and wreaked havoc on them. His group was 1500 strong. They outnumbered the Rebels 5 to 1. The battle lasted less than 10 minutes. Not a single Rebel was left alive. So was the mercy of the enraged brother.
Moments later, an officer interrupted Caz’s brooding with a message. They had found Kal. Or… what was left of him.
Buried under a pile of rubble caused by the explosion of the Sith Commando’s suicide attack on the Rebels; laid a bloody, broken Kal. His clone armor was broken all over, and it appeared that he had taken quite a few shots to the body before the explosion. He was lost in his own mind… barely breathing. “Get him some bacta, now!” yelled Caz.
Once they were all back on the ship, they had Kal strapped up onto an operating table. Order 66 was there. They got the clone hooked up to life support, but he wouldn’t wake up. “In his current state… he will die. His body is broken and can no longer support any kind of life. It doesn’t make any sense how he’s even alive now.”, proclaimed the ship’s doctor. Caz wouldn’t accept this “There has to be a way!”, he said. Order was lost, deep in thought… suddenly he came back to reality. “There is something that can be done. But…” Caz was getting anxious “What!? What is it?”. “You… can’t be thinking of…”, said the doctor. Order just nodded. “I am.” Now confused, Caz asked “What are you thinking, master?” Order turned away to look out the ship’s window, then said “Rebuild him.”
The doctor told Caz that his brother would most likely not be the same as he once was. There was no way they could just add on a few mechanical arms and legs. Kal’s body was destroyed. They would need to build him a new body. At first, Caz didn’t want them to do it. But… he had no time to debate. Kal was dying. He could already be dead for all he knew. He had no choice but to give the doctor the “OK”.
He immediately set to work. Luckily enough, the ship had a special droid model on board that they had stolen from the CIS before the end of the Clone Wars. This would be Kal’s new body. Of course, they re-enforced the body’s armor plating and added a few things here and there… but the basic shape of the droid remained the same. After a nerve wreaking operation…the doctor announced that he was done. Now all that remained was to see if Kal was alive. The doctor gave his brain a jolt, kick starting the clone’s organs. The mechanical organism begun to move, then slowly… he rose.
Kal looked around the room, everything slowly starting to come back into focus… “Am I still… no, this is an assault ship… Caz? Order? Why are… gaaahhh!!!” he felt a sharp pain in his chest… no, his lungs. “What is this!?” he begun to cough, then got up off the operating table… his metallic claw feet making a loud noise as they hit the floor. “Why… I can’t feel my body…” he turned to look at Order, who was looking out the ships window. He started to move toward him, then saw a reflection of something in the window that caused him to fill instantly with rage, then fear. “Order!! Get down! There’s a droid on board!” The Sith master turned around, and the look on his face told Kal everything. The clone walked toward the window, unable to come to grips with the fact that the horrid figure of his past that was glaring at him… was really himself. Images of his final days as a member of the Grand Army of the Republic came back, haunting him. He begun to panic, then turned away. He saw the reflection again in a mirror near the operating table… his rage was immense. With a powerful swing of his metallic arm, Kal shattered the mirror. Caz was standing in disbelief the whole time, unable to comprehend that this… thing was his brother.
Kal stomped around the room, trying to figure out how this accursed droid body functioned… his rage still at a high peak. Order used this time to make use of the rage. “If only those Rebels…” those simple words was all that he said. But, those four words would cause so much pain and suffering throughout the galaxy. Kal stopped in his tracks, his fingers clenched up in fists, his eyes staring coldly out into space. “I will hunt down each and every one of them. I will keep hunting them until my last breath!” He then burst into a fit of rage and begun to yell… no, almost roar, out into space.
This was the beginning of the end. The Rebels would soon come to know and fear the name of Kal. The clone’s dreams would come true… everything he ever wanted, he would eventually have.
For a price.
