Far From Center
It was in the third week when it happened, when I changed. I was drinking a Corellian Ale, the memories almost completely gone. When a large Trandoshan sat beside me, he said something, but I couldn't understand his language. I just ignored him and went back to my ale. Before I could take another sip I was on the ground, wheezing, the air had completely left my lungs. The Trandoshan was standing above me shouting, if I was able to, I would have said something.
He snarled and growled, then reached into his vest pocket. When his hand returned it was holding a very deadly looking vibroblade. I started to get up, but he grabbed me by my neck and yanked me the rest of the way. He started to brandish his weapon, and I wondered what I did to upset him.
He thrust forward, attempting to catch me in the gut. I suddenly realized that I no longer wished to die; the memories were gone, as was the hurt. Just before my skin was to be punctured, the man sitting at a table next to our conflict jumped out of his chair, and faster than I could really see, brought his own sword down on the Trandoshans', knocking it out of his hand and across the floor.
The man than said something to the Trandoshan in that same language, before turning back to me and gesturing to a seat at his table, I sat. He sat across from me and introduced himself as Jyhn Rombyz. He told be that he was training to be a Fencer and that he was an Imperial Soldier. I was impressed, this man, Jyhn, wasn't much older than me, yet he had already accomplished so much. We sat and talked for most of the night.
Jyhn let me sleep on his couch for the night; it was an improvement over the back alleys I'd been sleeping in. That following morning Jyhn began teaching me what he could about Brawling. Only I chose to focus on a polearm and lance rather than the one-handed swords that Jyhn used. I learned quickly, and soon Jyhn had nothing more to teach me.
We traveled to Dantooine, stayed there for a few months, helping out with Hunting Parties and doing odd jobs for the locals. It was usually hunting Bols or Pikets, they became our specialties. The money we made was great; I had a small fortune before I knew it. While there I found a trainer to teach new skills, I was a Novice Pikeman learning the art of the polearm.
In-between our missions, Jyhn taught how to speak and comprehend many more languages. I was able to teach him the same of my native tongue; it was nice to speak it again. He would also tell me stories of his adventures and his struggle with becoming a Master Fencer. There were times when he would ask questions about my past, but my sudden silence would always be note of a needed subject change. Over the next few years, as we worked together more, little by little I would tell him about my past. Eventually he had learned it all.
One day, while we rested and healed our wounds in the local cantina at a Mining Outpost on Dantooine, we saw a man boasting about his guild. At first I just ignored him, but then I realized that he was a Trandoshan, he was the same Trandoshan from Bestine. I stared him down from our table and waited for him to notice me, that didn't take long. As soon as he did he rushed me, that same vibroblade in his hand. With a talent honed over the last months I stood, Vibro Axe in hand, and dropped him, severing his leg. He screamed at the site of his leg lying next to his chest, I smiled and walked out.