I guess you need to know my history, how I was 20 at the time of Order 66 and 21 twenty years later. I was told my home planet was one called Gharja. Apparently, when I was born, a Jedi was present. The instant I left my mother's womb, I was taken away with him. This is just I was told by my master, Younhar. A tough love master, he answered whatever I asked. After I asked him how all of the people I knew came about, he gave me a very graphic description. I learned not to ask him too many questions.
I was one of the youngest full Jedi at the age of fifteen. That was the proudest day of my life. I looked up with tears brimming in my eyes. All I saw in his eyes was pure ice. Then, I saw the ice melt down just a single drop of water. I knew that I had made him proud.
My first mission came a few months later. A renegade bounty hunter was attacking a village on the outskirts of the galaxy. I was sent down there to apprehend him, able to use lethal force if necessary. I jumped on the chance immediately. My first mission without Younhar behind me, this was going to be awesome. After I landed, the first thing I noticed was silence. I was in the middle of a tropical jungle. There should have been crickets chirping at least. I raised the shields on my star fighter. I slowly opened the hatch and stepped out. I put my hand on my binky. A shot emitted from nowhere. I raised my lightsaber and deflected it. I followed the trajectory of the shot and leapt into the air, my saber in hand. I made a mad slash in front of me. The only thing that moved was the unlucky cine I had chopped. I turned my head around. Complete silence except for the hum of my saber. The bounty hunter must have already left. I turned and ran to the village.
The first thing that I saw was a smoldering thatch hut. The bounty hunter must have a grudge against these people, or at least his supplier. Laser blast blackened all of the nearby trees. What hard surfaces they had was as black as the darkest new moon night. I looked at one of the very few standing huts. I heard a whisper.
"Hurry, hide in here. Quick!" The voice was scratchy, like it had not been used in some time. I ran into the hut. I found a young man wearing tatters. He held open a trap door. "Go down, before he finds us!" I did exactly what he said.
Down there, I found at least thirty people, wearing tatters like the first person I saw. Hushed whispers spread like wildfire. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I saw their eyes. A look of hopelessness dulled what once should have been bright eyes.
One of the little girls walked up to me and uttered three words, "Who are you?"
I stood as high as I could, towering over their crouching figures. "I am Rat, and I am here to rid you of your vermin!"
