The outer reaches of the galaxy were far removed from the bustling core worlds, a place where the law was little more than a suggestion and survival hinged on wit and luck. In a dimly lit cantina crowded with many different species, all on the run from something, indulging in cheap drinks and other mind-altering substances, sat one figure in particular. A tall, slender human with dark reddish-brown hair, an unkempt beard, and hollow blue eyes—a shell of a man, really. He emptied the last of his drink into his mouth and checked his robe for any remaining credits or currency. Realizing he had nothing, he opened his hand in a slow, deliberate motion to catch the crowd's attention.
Many of the patrons stopped their actions and turned to look at the scraggly human. He pushed his arm forward, palm out. His empty glass started to rotate on the table, lifting off the surface when the human suddenly made a quick motion with his opposite hand, pushing the glass off the table. As it fell, onlookers focused on the glass, not the man. His concentration and hand motions shifted, and the glass stopped millimeters from the ground. As he levitated the glass up, those around him began to gasp in awe. With a swift motion, he shot the glass up to the ceiling, shattering it into a thousand pieces. Before they could rain down on the patrons, he pulled his hand closed and made a fist. All the pieces came to him and formed a pile on the table.
The crowd clapped in amusement, with one patron saying, "Anything for another drink, eh Cell?" as a small amount of credits and currency were tossed onto the table by various observers. He quickly counted, realizing he had now earned enough with his favorite bar trick to purchase one last drink for the night.
As Cell got up and walked towards the bar a Vordan Named Korrak placed his hand on his chest. "Where do you think you're going?" He said in an intimidating voice.
Cell, Knowing Korrak to be an enforcer for a local criminal and owner of the Cantina name Grek, Figured this was about the broken glass. feeling the effects of the alcohol he had been drinking and a surge of confidence from the attention his bar trick had gotten him, he waved his hand in Korraks face "I didn't do anything, You've stopped the wrong person"
Korrak Looked him up and down "Stupid drunk!" He then smacked Cell in the stomach with a stun rod. As Cell fell, Korrak and another enforcer grabbed him by his hands and dragged him up the stairs to an office. Once there the pair searched him taking the small amount of currency he'd just collected. They each pinned one of his hands on a desk. Grabbing his hair and forcing him to look up across from him.
Grek Thurl sat across from him "You think you can earn at my expense?" He says collecting the credits.
"I thought i was tonight's entertainment" Cell responded in a chipper voice.
Thurl leans back and lets out a chuckle, Seeming to relax. He then quick grabs Cells hairs and Smash's his face off the Desk. "Do I give you even a slight impression that we're kidding?"
Thurl Gives his two enforces a single and the two Pin cells arm to the wall. Quickly Thurl throws a small dagger at Cells hand. It strikes between cells fingers, imbedding in the wall. Thurl Grunts and walks over. He firmly yanks the dagger out of the wall. He sticks the blade in cells nose "Today is your lucky day, Break another one of my glasses and i'll break each of your arms"
Thurl Turns "Get him out of my sight" And just like that the two enforcers threw Cell out the door down the stairs. As he stands up brushing himself off Korrak Yells "Get out until you can afford a drink!" before slamming the office door.
Cell took a deep sigh and looked around the Cantina, always being friendly but having no friends means it's hard to find someone to buy you a drink. Cell quickly made an exit and returned to his home if you could call it that, a crude shack cobbled together from the wrecked ship parts and whatever materials could be scavenge. It offered little comfort, just What a local drunk needed to survive. Cell survived mostly on hunting, he was skilled enough to catch large game in the Galdosa wilderness, and there was usually enough to feed himself and to support his drinking habit. The previous day he had Caught a Nerf before spending most of day processing it.
Cell returned to the Cantina the following evening. He makes eye contact with Korrak, giving him a nod and patting on his pocket to indicate that he had credits. He'd managed to sell most of the Nerf he had caught and has ample currency to exchange for the mind numbing drinks he enjoys.
As the night pressed on Cell Was in an unusual social mood. Cell was a very friendly with everyone, showing politeness and courtesy to all but he preferred seclusion. On this evening Cell was seated at the bar interacting with many patrons speaking about hunting, his "bar tricks", and even the interaction with the enforcers the previous night.
While leaning against the bar Cell speaks with a local Sullustan named Sprock
"Well I can't teach you Sprock, It's something that's in you" Said Cell, speaking of his abilities that were on display the previous night. "It seemed like you were just focusing on the glass, I feel like I can do that" Sprock replies holding out his hand, trying to imitate what Cell had done the previous night.
Cell watches and can't help but chuckle with a smile at the Sullustans attempt. "There's a Lit….. a little….." Cells sentence was cut off. "There's a little mo….." Cell tries to continue speaking but is knees suddenly became weak, a deep pain had him doubled over. He dropped his glass, its shattering noise carried through the cantina. He found himself unable to focus and overwhelmed.
Cell's split attention was pulled by a familiar voice yell "Bring him here now!" Grek yelled as he pointed down from the window in his office "I told you you'd pay if you fooled around in here again!"
The two enforcers from the night before immediately moved towards Cell. In his confused and painful state Cell tried to stabilize himself as the two enforcers grabbed his should. Cell quickly and violently reacted to the two cronies touch. He rotated he's arms backwards, Jumped upwards into a summer-salt, and landed facing them. The patrons and the two assailants stopped in shock at the movements they'd just observed from the ragged and tired looking drunkard. The two moved towards Cell, who struggled to stay stable through the pain. Cell quickly thrusted his hand forward in an agressive manner. Simultaneously the two advisories launched backward as if a large wood log and knocked them both back. Cell instinctively reached at his waste as if he was meaning to grab something. After a moment of clarity he threw his hood over his head and hastily exited the cantina, heading to his shack, leaving the stunned henchmen disoriented on the ground.
Cell, Who's full name was Jido Celwik, was once a proud Jedi Knight, He lost when his ship crashed on a small relatively unknown planet during mission to investigate counterfeit Republican credits. he was stranded in this desolate place with no major transportation hub, minimal communication, and a lack of respect towards the Galactic republic as it was located far in the outer rim. He was presumed dead by the Jedi Order, a casualty among many during the early days of the clone wars. Jido's transponder was severely damaged in the accident, with its emergency receptor being the only functioning part of it. After futile attempts to contact the Jedi He entered into a self imposed exile. This was brought on not only by his accident and eventual failure to complete his mission, but also because of a loss he'd experienced during the first battle of Genosis as a member of the strike team.
Jido stumbled back to his shack, each step a battle against the pain and confusion that wracked his body. The crude dwelling offered little comfort, but it was all he had. He collapsed onto the makeshift bed, trying to calm his racing mind. The pain wasn't just physical; it was something deeper, something he hadn't felt in years. A disturbance in the Force, vast and powerful, had been building over time, but tonight it hit him like a wave, overwhelming his senses.
As the hours passed, the initial intensity of the disturbance began to wane. Jido's breathing steadied, and his mind cleared, though the underlying sense of unease remained. He knew this wasn't a random occurrence. The Force was trying to tell him something, but in his dulled state, the message was elusive.
Just as he began to drift into an uneasy sleep, a familiar sound pierced the quiet. His old Jedi transponder, long silent, emitted a series of beeps. He sat up, the sudden noise cutting through his fatigue. The transponder was damaged, barely functional, but it still held a connection to his past life. With trembling hands, he reached for the device, his heart pounding.
The emergency message played, crackling and distorted but unmistakable in its urgency: "All Jedi return to Coruscant immediately. This is a priority one alert. Repeat, all Jedi return to Coruscant immediately."
Jido's mind raced. The urgency of the message, coupled with the disturbance he had felt, could only mean one thing—something monumental was happening.