Volume 1, Prologue
Razz Yarro grew up in the deepest levels of Coruscant's underworld, far below Level 1313. Throughout his childhood, he lived in a world where only the strong survive. And Razz was a survivor. Even as a boy, he had already mastered martial arts. Trained by the streets, he soon learned that often the best way not to be killed was not to be seen. But there was more to it: Not being seen also helped him kill. With each fight, each silent kill, he honed the art of blending into his surroundings like a chameleon. And he wasn't just invisible – he was as quiet as he was lethal. His weapon of choice was no flamboyant lightsaber, but a rare and barely audible lightdagger—small, deadly, and almost invisible to the eye. Like a cougar—the silent, unpredictable predator of the deep forests—his attacks were quiet, swift, merciless. And he lived for the thrill of the chase. Over the years, he mastered the art of stealth and silent killing. Cold, effective, unforgiving. He was the one to hire for quiet eliminations. But even the most powerful clients—the Hutts included—could never truly control him.
The underworld was hardly a place where anyone would ponder purpose or meaning. Its dwellers were consumed by their daily chase for money, for power… for survival. What united them, beneath all their rivalries, was their loathing: loathing for those who lived above. The Republic—with its senators more interested in ruling distant worlds than easing daily struggle below—had long turned its back on them. Razz Yarro shared this disdain, but, somehow, he was still… different. He stood out, not only in his skills. Even in his youth, he sensed something beyond the grime and violence of the underworld—a silent current running through everything, guiding him, sharpening his instincts. He could not name it then. Only years later, he would learn its name: the Force. It gave him focus, presence. He learned to draw on the Force in his fighting and killing, becoming an even more dreadful menace to those unfortunate enough to be his targets.
But the day would come when he met someone who could match his focus, his power—someone he would choose to follow. And for the first time in his life, Razz Yarro would fight not just for survival… but for something bigger.
