The Nameless One - Part 1 - Tales of the Past

*Flashback to approximately 30,000 years ago*

*30,000 BBY, After the Celestial-Rakata War, just before the Destruction of the Starforge occurs*

(Move Slave! Lift it!)

*wack*

A skinny and famine stricken Human male with black hair and dark brown eyes had been smacked to the ground by an alien with a strange blaster.

Those of the far future would know what these weapons are and the race the alien that carried it was.

This alien that had struck the Humam slave to the ground was a Rakata, the blaster it held was the origins of the future blaster rifles that the galaxy would use after analysing the Rakata's first designs of such weapons.

The Rakata Infinite Empire had risen to power when the Rakata trucked the Killiks into revealing secrats of the Force.

With it, the Rakata combined scientific and Dark Side knowledge to create grand weapons, and chief amongst them was the Starforge.

A massive space station which would use Dark Side Energies along with the power of a nearby sun in oedr to create an unlimited number of ships or mechanical constructs of their desire.

With it, the Rakata waged a war against their Celestial overlords and prevailed as few Celestials retreated, hid or fled elsewhere to places unknown. Only a handful of known Celestials still remain, The Father, The Daughter, The Son, Ulthaan and the "Voice" of the Unknown Regions.

They enslaved the Galaxy and its populace, creating the Rakata Infinite Empire, and the man on the ground who was struggling to carry a large thick wooden timber was one such slave.

The man's name is Umaar Shibra.

Umaar lived an ordinary life before his enslavement.

He like so many others were sent to a world fat from their own homeworld and forced to mine for minerals and harvest fuel sources which the Rakata would use to fuel their ships.

Umaar was currently amongst the group that had to create scaffolding so that the other slaves, and later himself, would use to reach the lower depths of a exposed cave so they could mine later without falling to their death.

Unfortunately, many had already died but Umaar was careful, despite his injuries he carried on as he had little choice.

*wack!*

(I said move! Faster slave! Or I'll cut you tongue out along with your remaining eye!*)

Umaar fell to the ground yet again.

He dropped the timber and hurried to pick it up, but as the warden said, he only had his left eye remaining since they had pulled out his other one.

"UMAAR! NO! STOP!"

A 20 year old female with snow white hair, the same age as Umaar, had run from where she saw everything transpire and rushed to his side.

The other slaves nearby did nothing but pity the the girl and the fate that would befall her.

The Rakata soilders saw this and grew wide grins show casing their twisted evil nature within their souls just waiting to be unleashed.

The Rakata warden that hit Umaar saw the girl coming and git ready to strike her with the back of his weapon.

Umaar saw this and reacted as fast as he could, he rose to his feet and grabbed the weapon from the Rakata's hand before ut hit her.

(Cur! How dare you filth!)

(Grab him)

(Hold them down!)

(20 lashes to the both of them!)

"NO! Leave her out of this! I'll take it all!"

The Rakata who now held both the girl and Umaar restrained looked to one another at his statement.

Their looked at each other and their monstrous teeth were on full display.

(You will receive 60 lashes, if you fail a to take them all, she will receive triple the punishment!)

Umaar gritted his teeth in silent anger at their words.

He refused to speak another word to these monsters!

Instead he simply stood with his back turned as he stared straight into the girls platinum eyes.

He had nothing to support himself against as he wanted to make sure she was alright, he stood in the middle of all the guards standing proud and upright, his feet firm as the roots of a tree in the ground.

The Rakata pulled out multiple energy whips and began whipping his back.

1

4

8

12

18

20

At 20 whips he had staggered, every whip had made it feel like a blade was sitting him apart.

At 3 whips he had felt like passing out, it wasn't because he was weak, but rather due to the living conditions of slaves, he had been left famished and weakened.

But even still he gritted his teeth through all of it as he continues to stare into the girl's eyes.

...

Eventually a heavily bloodied corpse was all that was left.

Umaar still stood straight even after receiving 60 lashes.

(Good slave. Since you succeeded, we will give you a reward. You can get an unlimited supply of water from river if in exchange you sacrifice your hand.)

Umaar didn't even hesitate as he outstretched both his hands.

"Take whichever one you want."

Umaar was right handed, but he choose to leave it up to fate.

He hoped they would cut his left hand off and not his right, unfortunately that was not the case.

The warden used a sharp blade to cut of his right hand and he felt a great burning pain on his now right hand stump.

The Rakata approached him and carved a symbol onto his chest with the balde.

This symbol was like a badge or I.D. which he can use to show he had certain privileges.

He now had the right to take as much water as he wanted.

The Rakata understand that live and greed and lust were essential elements for the Dark Side and so they knew he would want to share his privilege with the girl he saved.

So they allowed it and ignored the obvious fact he would try to sneak her water whenever possible.

...

Umaar had to tend to his wounds alone while the girl was forced to continue working her duties or she would be punished.

Umaar and burnt and bandaged his wounds as to prevent any blood loss and to close them before they could get infected.

He had lost consciousness and when he awoke he was in the middle of a gathering of people in a different place to where he had dealt with his injuries.

"You are a idiot, FRAK!"

A middle aged man with brown shoulder length hair and a messy beard berrated Umaar as he was still drowsy.

"Where is-"

The man pointed to him and ge looked down at himself only now noticing the girl he protected was lying on his chest lightly.

Only her head was on his body as the rest was to the side as to not weigh on his injured body too much.

"When she wakes up your going to die." The man said with a small smile.

"I'm not dead yet Ja'ril..." Umaar replied back with the same expression as Ja'ril.

But his face then turned serious and so to did Ja'ril's.

Many people around them also understood what was happening.

"When will it happen?" Umaar broke the atmosphere with a direct question while staring into Ja'ril's eyes.

"We aren't ready yet, we need to wait until the next slave transport. Security will be low then, as they won't expect trouble to occur at that time." Ja'ril stated with a difficult look, revealing his pain at the possible chances of failure.

"Where's the pilot?" Umaar asked as he looked around failing to notice the presence of one person.

"She's dead, fell into the chasm when a warden pushed her, she lost balance...it's over Umaar. Without a pilot here none of us can get away on the transport ship, just accept your fate, I have."

Ja'ril said before he got up and walked away with a despair filled look.

Before he left he said something interesting to Umaar.

...

"Are you sure about this? What if he is a killer?"

"We don't have a choice, we have to know if he is a pilot." Umaar replied to the ashen haired girl's question

After the girl woke up she had yelled and shouted at Umaar at the stupidity of his actions as she cried her heart out.

After an argument he told her about what Ja'ril told him about a new inmate that was an inhabitant of this planet and was moved to the slave complex here.

The new slave had snapped the neck of another who had tried to steal the farmer's rations.

They approached the figure as he sat upon a large rock besides a crater which used to be a lake before all the water was drained out by the Rakata soilders.

A small dead black flower was in the hands of the figure as it sat upon the large boulder.

The figure didn't even move when the two of them stood besides him.

Instead, he crushed the flower in his hands as it turned to dust and flowed away, carried by the gentle breeze of the wind.

"Hello...I am Umaar Shibra and this is-"

"Why are you here? We know not of who you are, leave us be." The Figure cut of Umaar mid sentence as a look of pain showd on its alienoid face.

"We want to talk to you."

"You have said who you are, but we still know not who she is." He pointed to the girl who still hadn't revealed her name.

"Ah, this is my wife-"

But she cut him off immediately and introduced herself first.

"Hi there! My names Ava Kendra, I hope we get along!"