Siviala L'kor

''"I shouldn't be here." Siviala speaking to Renuald Vik'Tror.'' Siviala is a teacher of force cultures in the Siel Manta Colony.

Early Life
Siviala was born in Coruscant in the undercity, she lived with her Mother in her workshop, she repaired weapons and armour to local gangs for protection, unlike others she wasn't scammed or threatened by the gangs, her mother was called Meina. Her father however she never met, according to her mother, he worked in the Republic Forces and used to send deliveries through systems. She didn't have many friends that were her age and didn't really come into contact with many people, her best friend was an R3 model droid that she called Clunky.

Mother's Death and Jedi.
When Siviala was about fourteen years old and understood a little bit more about the world and consequences, her mother took her out into the city in a Taxi, Siviala was amazed by the city and only remembered glimpses of it...However around a quarter of the journey in the Taxi a blaster bolt hit the driver, the Taxi steered out of the traffic and into a nearby building. Siviala survived with some minor injuries to her arm, however her Mother smacked her head against the front and never woke up...She was dead.

Siviala cried and panicked for a few minutes until a Jedi lifted the taxi gently down to a nearby platform, he took Siviala in, leaving Clunky in a locked workshop alone. They never really talked about what happened, Siviala stayed away from others up to the present day where she joined the Triumph's Conclave.

Siviala didn't get much training in terms of being a Jedi, she learned how to do basic force pushes and how to wield a lightsaber, many other Jedi or Padawans sensed she was weak in the force and could only do basic things, many didn't talk or interact with her, so Siviala did what she knew best. She stuck with the Droids.

During Jedi Training, Siviala was always stressed, she couldn't keep up with the other younglings and always used to shout, "I didn't ask for all of this!" Siviala always thought of having the force as a curse, but she had no where else to go, with her mother gone and her father no where to be found, Siviala continued to train, no matter how weak she was.

Personality
Siviala used to be a cheerful person, ready to help in anyway, loving the people around her and often trying to make others feel better while keeping optimistic and keeping her own problems to herself.

However now in the Siel Manta Colony, she is gloomy and broken, wishing she was dead. But she keeps moving due to the people around her, and because she is afraid of death, despite how much she self-loathes. Siviala still has the traits of being helpful and determined, her stubbornness has also stayed, although her cheery and warm tone has turned to a more blank and monotone tone.

Siviala is often more negative when around people from her past, realising that they have changed, feeling like she doesn't even know who they are anymore...But perhaps the same can be said for herself.

The Force
The one thing Siviala regrets having. The reason her mother died. The reason she feels isolated with force users. The reason she was taken from her home. The reason Clunky was left behind.

However she has come to terms with all this thanks to a Jedi Master named Zendarr when he took her to a group of Voss Mystics who helped her come to terms with these events.

The Voss Mystics also weakened a problem that Siviala has been dealing with, ever since she had the force. The pain, the stress on her body, the vomiting and the coughing of blood whenever she used the force too much. Most of it was gone. Siviala can now use basic and some advanced force techniques without much difficulty, the stress was less and there was only a slight nip in her stomach.

However she can still become severely weak or wounded when over-exerting herself with the force. The problem isn't gone.

It's weakened.

The Triumph's Conclave
The Triumph's Conclave was a powerbase that Siviala joined when she was twenty one years old. She learned to love all the people there, feeling as if she had a family once more. They went through hardships and difficulties yet while she was there, she felt alive, joyful, optimistic. Even if it was a short amount of time in her life, it changed her as a person quite a lot. She became mature and caring. Stubborn yet gentle.

The Lightsaber
Siviala was knelt over a fountain, the parts glowing above the water as she constructed her lightsaber. Siviala had a surge of force within her after Master Geralt's guidance. As Siviala sat and constructed her weapon, she thought of everyone she felt close to within the Triumph's conclave. She thought of her mother, the times they spent cooped up in a workshop, Siviala should have realised sooner, all she needed to do was connect to the past, accept the fact her mother was gone and move on with her life like she would've wanted her to.

Siviala connected piece by piece, making the hilt, small and light yet sturdy, black as oil from her small droid creations. Siviala connected them all, until they made the perfect hilt for her, all that was left was the kyber crystal, a crystal as blue as water with sunlight reflecting off. Siviala was sweating by now, she was getting tired, but she kept enduring and pushing onward, Siviala was so close. As Siviala slotted in her crystal, she sealed it with a small black square.

She had done it, she had made: A Lightsaber.

The Nightmare
Siviala fell asleep, still thinking about the murder. She was sick to death about it and just decided to try and forget about it. She'd then fall unconscious, the previous days catching up to her.

That's when the fast images hit her.

Siviala saw a repeated scene of a lightsaber cutting into the flesh of a man, the sparks flying as blood poured out. It then hastily changed to a skeletel hand with torn skin, after this there was a single wisp of dirty white hair falling on to a concrete floor.

Siviala would wake up with a start, Coruscant Prime was just rising above the skyline of Coruscant's towers and city buildings. She'd be breathing quickly and heavily, her heart racing. She'd take a moment to calm down, her eyes would be sunken and her body felt heavy.She had no idea what happened but she knew this wasn't just an ordinary nightmare.

The Rotting
Siviala stared in horror as the man in front of her pulled out his force-infused weapon from the janitor's corpse, so young and innocent...As she turned and saw her favourite mechanic rotting away against a wall the man turned towards her and spoke words and riddles that she couldn't understand, he had taken his helmet off and his dirty white hair...The colour...She had seen that colour before. Scenes of the wisp falling to the ground flashed in her mind as the man spoke, Siviala felt misplaced, she wasn't in the right world and she felt out of her body, she heard herself firing questions at him, terrified of how he had done this. But all she could think about was the vision, then the man spoke of her lightsaber, she felt the grip of it and had returned to her body...She couldn't think of the vision at the moment, she couldn't think straight and her head was banging. As the man asked, "For what purpose do you draw your lightsaber?" Siviala could only reply bluntly.

"Fear."

She spoke without meaning nor cause, her tiredness getting to her, she couldn't think straight...That's when reinforcements arrived.

Master Zendarr and Shatyriana Walker.

Siviala looked back to the corpses and then to Shatyriana, she felt protective, she knew that this man was capable of so much more than just killing two people, the way Zoeita's flesh was torn and wilting.

Siviala resumed a defensive position in front of Shatyriana, she knew that she couldn't let anything happen to her friend...Although it was wrong, she did not care for this man named Zendarr, all she wanted to do was make sure the person she cared most about in the medical bay that was alive would stay that way.

The Collapse
The scene repeated in Siviala's mind, the rotting of walls and ageing of support pillars, somehow crumbling away. Debris was everywhere and Siviala's vision had come true as the man named Avaketh tore her newfound home apart. Sometimes when Siviala tried to sleep she could feel her head throbbing or the weakness of her limbs, that point where she felt on the edge of death, however she knew it wasn't real, she was still alive. As she lay in her ship as she travelled through hyperdrive to Tatooine she could almost hear the distant screams of Shatyriana as her leg was rotted away, the horrifying ringing in her ears from when she slammed against several weak walls, she felt weightless like she did when she was on Geralt's back.

Siviala was losing her sanity. All of the above repeating over and over again in her head, her mind was messing with her. The only thing that made her realise that it was all just a mind trick, her mind playing games on her, was the slight stiffness in her left thigh as a small piece of bone fragment was still lodged inside of her. The thought of her friends kept her going as well, and the thought of visions. She was getting the hang of them and realised that she couldn't give up now, not when she managing to help others with it, the only thing she was helpful with in fact was the visions; her force was weak and she could barely hurt a fly in combat.

So Siviala lay, on the bridge between insanity and sanity, hoping to cross to one side and not be stuck in between in befuddlement forever.

Hope on the Horizon
Siviala watched the twin Suns, they were in perfect harmony as the Tatooine breeze cooled her down from the unbearable heat. The sand below glimmered in the rising Suns. It was a scene of hope, a new start. Siviala stood looking over their new base of operations, the new home and she smiled, because despite everything that had happened there was still one sign.

"Hope." Siviala muttered softly.

Leaving the Order
"Then I quit." Siviala said bluntly to the Jedi Master named Zendarr, she had spun on her heels and headed towards the door to the to-be council room. Even though it was a short walk, it felt like forever...So many things were rushing through her head at once, "Why are you doing this?", "This is the right thing to do.", "People aren't just tools for war.", "Is this a mistake?". Siviala kept walking, every step beholding a new statement or question in her mind; when she found herself now in the room, not realising she had travelled through the open doors that were now shutting behind her, Siviala would slump against the nearest wall, laughing maniacally even though she wanted to cry. This was it, she was finally going insane. Siviala took a moment to breathe deeply while she heard Elledan's muffled voice in the background, she wasn't concentrating on what was around her, she was too confused to comprehend what was going on and what she had done.

But Siviala did know one thing for certain. She was no longer a Jedi.

Imperials
Siviala stormed off, away from Darwel, away from Vessik and away from Grehiko... It seemed to start becoming quite common for Siviala to be talking with the Imperials at the base. First Grehiko, then Vessikand now this piece of scum named Darwel. She didn't understand them and she hated it, no matter how hard she tried they always seemed to keep beating themselves up. Always moping.

Siviala was annoyed, annoyed at the fact they thought killing was the way to go, because unfortunately, killing was the only thing that kept this miserable galaxy running apparently and she wanted to change that as much as she could, even if it was just a few people. However the imperials she had tried to convince over and over again, try to understand...Well it just didn't work out, she didn't feel like she was helping. I mean Siviala was happy that Grehiko was starting to change his ways, he seemed conflicted though, between the light and the dark.

But who was she to judge? She didn't know what these people had been through or what they thought about her. All she could do was wait and see how it played out, offering her advice and sympathies to each and every one of them while they stayed in the powerbase.

Council Meeting
Siviala listened as they decided the plan, Grehiko would have changed his vote to the most desperate and insane plan she had ever heard of to break the tie...Crashing ships into two people to make sure they were dead. This was ridiculous, even Sharok was agreeing to this plan, listening to the madness of the Sith named Darwel. He was desperate and this was his last card he was going to play, that was at least the most obvious thing about Darwel.

Siviala was ashamed in Geralt and ashamed in Sharok as well for choosing this, surely they still were sane as well? Or was she the only sane person left in the powerbase?!

She understood why Grehiko changed his vote, deciding that a duel shouldn't take place, deciding that fighting amongst ourselves was a waste of time. However Siviala had a slight regret, she kind of hoped she could go back in time to where Darwel proposed the duel, so she could stand up against him and try and beat him into sense. But alas Siviala knew she wouldn't have been able to win, so she walked out of the council room in an even more agitated mood.

The War
The five year war that occurred between The Triumph's Conclave and The Empire's Triumph. The war was devastating and both sides sustained many casualties. Siviala was changed and scarred in many ways, the war forcing her to go against her ideals of peace.

Weapons
Siviala watched as weapons and defenses were built, at first she didn't think much of it...Maybe both sides would be too weak, have not enough fire-power...

However even if that was the case, the battles yet to come would just be delayed, knowing that this was inevitable, Siviala began to help out by using her engineering skills to make droids that could aid the war effort. After that she proceeded to try and help make blasters. If only her mother could see her now; Siviala felt as if she was in the workshop all over again.

Gunshots in the Snow
Siviala heard the alarms screech, the snow was crazy, a blizzard. Due to it being so difficult to see Siviala didn't ignite her lightsaber because she didn't want to become an obvious target amidst the fighting. Unlike others, she hadn't made her way to cover, instead Siviala had driven to the floor, starting an army crawl along the snow, heading in the general direction of the nearby factory. She couldn't feel her fingertips and her face was burning from the cold.

Upon seeing the outer metal walls of the factory, Siviala would get to her feet and ignite her saber, stabbing into the wall and beginning to carve a hole through the surface. However this drew attention of someone nearby. A blaster shot would whiz overhead where Siviala was standing...It was quite high up, whoever this was, they were a terrible shot. After many missed shots and a couple of close calls Siviala managed to open the factory wall, she'd hop through the hole, after hopping through she'd turn and seal it using the force, following that, she would fall to her knees, rubbing her hands together and breathing heavily, feeling the warmth return to her body.

She'd stand.

Siviala took a look around her surroundings...There wasn't much, probably because she was in a hallway. Siviala would walk down the hallway, as soon as she encountered an opening to the left of her she'd turn, however she would spot two Imperial soldiers coming down where she had turned to face, when they saw her, they'd begin to shoot! Siviala would dart backwards, taking cover and taking a deep breath, she knew she only had a few seconds, she could hear the footsteps of them as they ran down the hallway. As they began to come nearer to the corner where they could turn, Siviala would force jump upwards gripping onto a loose pipe and hanging there.

As they appeared and stopped underneath her, Siviala would put all her force in her weight and arms, urging herself to go down, as she did so, the loose pipe would rip off and she would fall directly onto one of the soldiers, using the pipe she would spin to where the other soldier was and use the momentum to swing the pipe across his head. The soldier would fall to the ground, seemingly unconscious. When she looked down, the other soldier was dazed, she'd step off him and run down the corner where they had come from.

As she got to the end of the hallway she'd notice a side door, upon discovering the door, Siviala would receive a holo-call of someone who looked like they were in one of the main areas of the factory, issuing a retreat. Siviala would sigh and open the door, taking a look outside, before running Siviala would look around and grasp her surroundings, she couldn't see many enemies but she could make out figures lying in the snow Siviala bit her lip, presuming they were dead, heading off into the blizzard to reunite with Republic forces.

The Wanderer
Siviala and four others made their way onto the hanger, the stealth drive in the ship they used managed to keep them off the radars. When they landed, Imperials were all around, seemingly very busy. Siviala and the four others snuck off the still invisible ship and made their way round to a pile of crates, next to those crates was a vent. Siviala unclipped her lightsaber and as quietly as she could, cut into the vent and opened it up. After this she and the four others climbed into the open space of the vent. Upon entering the vent, it was mostly hours of crawling through tight spaces and listening for any information available...However it was mostly idle gossip or the same conversation about factories on Quesh...

Everything was going smoothly, until...

Escape
Siviala placed her hand down on the cold steel of the vent, they were passing over a grate, however because of the amount of weight that had passed over it, it had become loose. Siviala looked behind her as one of the other spies fell through the grate. She hadn't really been able to introduce herself, the four of them were pretty quiet and they couldn't speak whilst in the vents in case of detection...But I'm pretty sure they had all be detected due to the clang of the grate as it hit the floor below. Siviala crawled backwards and hopped down. The room looked like a intelligence area, computers adorned the room and Siviala couldn't spot any space that didn't have a monitor blaring information.

However she didn't have time to read anything, the factories was important enough and she could hear people coming, Siviala looked up, the other three spies hadn't followed. It was just her and the man on the floor. When footsteps started to ring along the hallways of the ship, Siviala grabbed the fallen man by his arm, forcing him to his feet and charging towards a hallway nearby. Siviala saw escape pods at the end of the corridor she had just entered. Whilst dragging the man behind her, Siviala noticed that there was an opening to the right and left between her and her destination. As soon as she came near the center and opening, she'd automatically send a force push to the left, she'd wipe out two Imperials, a couple of others came up the stairs in what seemed to be the bridge. Both armed.

Siviala ran towards the cover of the hallway containing escape pods, as she dragged the man along, sprinting past the corner of the wall, away from open space and the aim of blasters. However Siviala felt a large tug which forced her to let go of her fellow spy, he rolled across the floor, a burn mark in his chest. She didn't have to much time to examine him however, she'd run to the nearest escape pod, yanking it open and jumping inside. She'd close it behind her and start it up, shooting out from the ship and down onto the moon below.

Yavin 4.