My own version of the life of Revan. No Flames, please.
Rated M in case.
Prologue: Miracle BirthThe Ithorian known as Teovat was a happy alien. Sure, he lived in the slums of the biggest cesspool on Tailis VII, but he had developed a very strong level of respect on the planet. When you needed medical care, and you were poor, there was a mystical Ithorian on Vixis that could help you.
Oh yes, he was known for healing. He could cure major scrapes and cuts, and able to heal organs in the body. For that, many of the beggars on this morbid planet would ask him heal them, and he would oblige. Sometimes even the richer inhabitants would journey down to the slums, and paid for his services. For this reason, he could buy supplies like salves, and even medpacs. However, he had started to become greedy, unbeknownst to him, and had started to spend a great deal of money on himself. He was a frail, but nice brown Ithorian, his voice still strong and good.
But now people avoided him, for he had recently passed a hefty sum for his services, and now the rich avoided him, and the beggars despised him. They would throw mud clogs at him in the streets.
But he didn't care, because when they were about to die, he wouldn't save him. Oh no, he wouldn't.
If you could guess, he was what the Jedi call Force-Sensitive. Not that he knew what a Jedi was.
Tailis VII was a world past the very reaches of the Republic, not to mention small and ignored. Against all odds, a civilization had developed from starship wreckages. Only the governor, Maxinius Wartron knew of the Republic and Jedi.
Right now, Teovat was in a tiny home constructed for an apartment style building among the beggars. But it was awfully small, and Teovat hated this.
He was sitting on the bed laying out salves, and remembering all the medical practices he could, when he heard knocking on the door.
"Who is it?" He asked in his language.
A harried voice came in. "HELP! We need help! This woman is having a baby! Help!"
Teovat's eyes opened. "Do you have the fee? 500 credits."
A moan came from outside. The voice continued. "YOU SON OF A SCHUTTA, THIS WOMAN IS GOING INTO LABOUR!"
Teovat grumbled, and opened the door for them to come in.
Two dirty looking young males rushed, carrying in a woman.
She had dark hair, and very pale skin. Her lips were very red, and her eyes were bloodshot blue. She might have been pretty for a human if she wasn't wailing and having a baby.
Teovat motioned for them to lay her on the bed. He inspected the situation. He grabbed his salves and bent over her.
He sprinkled the diagoa leaves over her, to lessen the pain with a slight tickling sensation, and then he got to work.
Occasionally he would ask the two questions, such as, "Did you know her well?"
"Not really." One of them said. He had fairer hair and taller than his counterpart. "She just collapsed near our salvaging spot."
Teovat asked quizzically, "So you two salvagers?" The woman moaned again.
"Well, yes," The fair-haired replied, but the other man nudged him. It was understandable. Everyone was a salvager on Tailis VII was salvager, so you kept you salvaging hot spots to you and you alone.
"Your names, please." Teovat asked, calmly like if he was asking the weather.
"Tomias," The fair-haired one said. The other man just stared at her.
Eventually he was done, and the baby-sat next to the mother.
"It's a boy, Mrs…?" Teovat stared at her.
She turned her head, weakly, and smiled at the boy. Then, instantly, her eyes rolled back into her head, and her head lulled back.
The three jumped up in shock. Teovat put his hand to the woman's breast, and then sat back.
"Well?" Tomias asked.
Teovat shook his head. "She's dead."
The three sat in complete silence.
It was shattered when the door opened.
A woman in a brown cloak entered the room. The hood covered her head, but she was around 40, but who knew. She certainly carried herself like an old woman.
Teovat sat up. "Why are you here?" He bellowed.
The woman merely raised her hand.
When the next sick beggars checked the room, they were surprised to see three dead bodies, horribly disfigured, and smoking to a cinder. One was definitely an Ithorian, the other two male. Another dead body lay on the bed, a woman.
However, no one heard anything about a baby.