Prologue:
AN: Decided to write up a story based on Aric Jorgan's life before he meets the Trooper on Old Mantell. Mostly canon compliant…as in I tried to do as much research as I can on planets and when things were discovered and just overall Star Wars lore, but there is just so much information that I can take in. In other words, I might miss a few facts here or there.
"Spoken in Cathar"
"Speaking in basic"….Until further notice.
A nine year old Cathar boy, Aric Jorgan, was perched on a tiny rock formation out in the dried grasslands near his small village. His bright, yellow-green eyes were a great contrast to his muted red and cream colored fur, the light browns of his clothes, and the dirty yellows of the grass that surrounds the area. Swung over Aric's shoulder was a battered, old blaster rifle; the rifle was nearly as tall as him. When his father taught him how to use a blaster, Aric could barely walk with it. But he learned to cope with the bulky weapon over the past weeks. And today, Aric decided to practice on more…livelier prey.
The planet was filled primarily with nocturnal insectoid creatures, or dangerous predatory mammals, most of which did not live anywhere near villages, city-trees, or republic space hubs. But there were a few small birds and game that roamed out near the boy's own city for target practice.
Aric bent down to pick up a purple fruit from a small food container that was at foot of the rock. He took a large bite and thought what kind of trouble he will get when he returned home. Technically he wasn't allowed to be out here by himself, nor was he allowed to use the rifle without his father nearby.
But the nine year old didn't have the patience of waiting for his father to come back home from off world trading and teach him how to properly use it against moving targets. And Aric couldn't ask his mother; according to his aunt Kindra, his mother was still recovering from a difficult child birth. And he didn't like his aunt, so wasn't going to ask her.
Aric will just face whatever trouble that he landed himself into later.
Aric let out small sigh, while he didn't have the patience to wait for his father to come back home, he didn't have the patience to wait for some small animal to roam by either.
He was becoming bored.
He drew his right knee closer to his chest and let out sigh. He looked down at the half eaten fruit in his hand.
He tossed the fruit up in the air, sung the rifle, to aim and fired.