A/N: I have little knowlege of star wars lore, so dont mind any loopholes and the such please.
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"Pointy eared and fair skinned, the Alfs inhabited the thought to be uninhabited outer rim planet of Umbraddus. During the era of the Old Republic, Umbraddus was destroyed during a battle between the Sith Empire and the Republic. Due to this, the Alfs were nearly brought to extinction. With their homeworld gone, the Alfs were forced to seek asylum on other planets. However, those that seeked refuge were met with hostility and were ultimately executed. There were some groups to survive this though, and they adopted a nomadic lifestyle. Eventually, the Sith and Jedi took notice of this small band of nomads due to their astronomically high midochlorian count. Conflicts rose and their numbers dwindled, eventually the Alfs found themselves to have gotten captured and enslaved by the Sith. The Sith, believing themselves to be above the Alfs, forbid any form of physical contact with them. This carried on until they were liberated by a Republic task force. The few surviving Alfs along with the Republic spies fled the occupation on a battered cruiser towards Coruscant."
"But circumstance wasn't kind to the escapees. Whilst on their way to Coruscant, they were intercepted by a fleet of pirates looking for loot. The pirates, seeing the sorry state of the cruiser decided instead of boarding the vessel and searching for valuables, to attack and sift through the wreckage. With the cruiser destroyed and the Alfs killed, it is said that the Alfs went extinct that very moment. Now, any questions?" an old scholarly man asks as he looks over the many young men and women busy scribbling down notes and calls on a man lifting his hand.
"Do we know anything of their culture, sir?" The young man asks.
"Yes, in fact we do. The Alfs were very in tune with the force from birth and could do small feats from a young age, and they believed that those powers came from the nature around them so they began to practice what, I regret to say, is the lost art of majjik(pronounced magic) which is control over the elements along with rituals tha-"
*BOOM* *RUMBLE*
"What was that!"
"Over there!"
The old professor and the young scholars rush to the windows located on the left of the room and look out the window to see a hooded and masked figure sprint along the neighboring rooftop with a satchel over his shoulder. A few seconds after the masked man passes they saw some Theed security forces in pursuit of him.
{With the masked man}
As he was running along the rooftops of the beautiful city of Theed, he spotted an open window and leapt into it. Pressing himself to the wall next to the window, the man looked out onto the streets to watch for the security. While waiting for security to pass, the man felt a tug on his pant leg. Looking down, the hooded figure saw a little girl looking up at him questioningly.
"Hey there little miss, if you stay reallllly quiet, i'll give you some credits so you can get yourself some candy. How'd you like that?" Squatting down to be eye level with the girl, the man asked her in a quiet voice while putting a finger up to his mask indicating to be quiet. The girl nodded with a glint in her eye and stayed quiet.
After the security left eyesight for a little while, the man breathed a sigh of relief and handed the little girl a handful of credits from his pocket while patting her head and thanked her.
After hopping out of the window and taking off his mask, the man blended in with the bustling crowds and made his way towards the city exit. The man was fairly tall(6'2") and had slightly tanned skin, wild blond hair, emerald green eyes and a small scar on his lip. He also had a flexible yet muscular build. He was wearing dark brown knee high boots, olive green pants, a brown tunic and a faded green hood.
When at the exit, the man released another sigh of relief and quickened his pace past the gate.
Approaching a clearing in the wooded forest, the man was face to face with a frigate class ship. The ship has weld marks and pieces of scrap welded on giving it a lived in look. The ship was a Class 720 Freighter with enough space to hold at least 8 people, but as of now it holds one individual. The man approached the ship and it opened its ramp so he can enter. As he was walking up the ramp, the man patted part of the hull that has the words 'Careless Whisper' painted on.
Once the man was inside and the ramp was closed, he took off his hood revealing his pointed ears and brand on the back of his neck. The man took a deep breath and his whole body visibly relaxed.
"I'm back."