This back story is intended to provide the history of the guild; where the founders originated from, how they came to grow up on Bakura and how they became friends in the way they are. Players writing their own character back stories my cross over with the guild story as they see fit, using the settings, events and characters. We understand that when the game is released, the story may need to be tweaked to allow for time line positioning and things of that nature, but we will slay that krayt dragon when we come to it. For now, please enjoy the read.
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3,681 YEARS BEFORE THE BATTLE OF YAVIN…

The Great Galactic War had begun.

 A four year old boy sits terrified on his bed, wide eyed as his father attempts to reassure him, and simultaneously explain to him the nature of the Sith, the meaning of war and the changes his world is about to suffer. Outside, the planet of Alderaan sits in silence, waiting in fear.

After losing his father in one of the early Sith attacks, and never knowing his mother, the boy was forced to live in midst of war. He grew up in hellish conditions, learning how to fight, survive and take care of himself. The streets of Alderaan became his adolescent home. At the age of seventeen he met a fifteen year old orphaned girl. She would be his first, and last love.

The young couple soon left the major cities of Alderaan to reside in the countryside. They farmed for themselves and traded to get by. The threat of Sith was much less in these remote areas but times were getting worse. Although no legal ceremony was held, they declared themselves married and chose their own last name, new identity to help put their past behind them.

Two years later they heard of the blockade of Hydean Way; the Republics most critical supply line had been cut off by the Sith, leaving planets such as Alderaan and Coruscant in dire need of food and medical supplies. In a panic stricken bid for safety they hitched a ride with a group of smugglers and traders. These men and women also sought refuge and were heading to the outer rim.
Saddened, they left the tattered remains of their home worlds behind them.

Eventually they found Bakura. It was similar to Alderaan in most ways, had a very small number of uncharted settlers and a seemingly non hostile indigenous life known as the Kurtzen. Along with a handful of other refugees the couple settled there, and were able to live peacefully, getting by on basic farming skills, hunting and by trading with the occasional other settler they met, or vessel passing by.
It was here the young couple learned they were pregnant, and nine months after they landed on the backwater planet, she gave birth to their son. His parents saw hope in his eyes, and they named him after his grandfather.

Over the following few years they met small numbers of settlers. Some had arrived on the planet recently, fellow refugees fleeing the war. Others had been there longer than the couple. Among them were a doctor, a deserting soldier and even a retired smuggler who was hiding from the price on his head. They were well adapted to life on Bakura, and since communications and trading with the native Kurtzen was virtually nonexistent the refugees decided to group together. Using a handful of tools and technologies that people had brought with them, combined with the primitive materials and methods of building available, a small ‘hunter gatherer’ community of around 12 families was formed. It was the first recorded human settlement in Bakuras history.

On the day that they celebrated their sons seventh birthday, the Galactic War reached the end of its 28 year span. The Treaty of Coruscant was signed, and an era that was later known as The Cold War, had begun.

The colony continued to grow, it was suggested that now every non indigenous settler on Bakura had joined. There were more skilled workers, and people of trades to keep day to day life running. And a few people with strong diplomatic skills to oversee the big picture. The children had their own social groups, playing contently with one another. The days seemed bright. But it would not last.

The year after the galactic war ended a Jedi master visited the colony on Bakura. He explained to the elders that he was seeking younglings who were gifted with atonement to the force. After performing several tests he selected a small group of children, and requested they be taken and trained as Jedi Knights. The elders and parents of the children saw this as an honour, and knew that life as a Jedi would be more rewarding than life in the colony. They agreed. A small group of boys watched as a ship carrying some of their playmates slowly faded from vision, leaving Bakuras atmosphere. They were sad, and did not fully understand why their friends had to leave. But as they grew, their parents never let them forget about their little friends, who would eventually grow up into great Jedi masters.

Life on Bakura went on as it always had and was decent enough; the children were educated by their parents and the community elders. They were told stories of Alderaan and Coruscant, of the mighty Republic, the noble Jedi, of the evil Sith and the devastating war. The boys constantly play fought and re-enacted battles with their friends, one group seemed particularly inseparable.

The colonists referred to them collectively as “The Consorts” and joked that one day they would run the colony. In truth, the older the children got the less they cared for their damp, jungle surroundings. It may have been all they knew, but they were educated enough to know what potential there was for them in the galaxy.

 It had been four years since the visit of the Jedi master. The colony was still thriving and slowly growing; however relationships with the indigenous were crumbling. What little trading there had been had ceased and as Kurtzen culture changed over the decades they became increasingly aggressive towards the alien settlers. Over time the colonists had resorted to building walls, and fences. Men and boys were chosen for a security detail, and for the first time in its sixteen years, the colony had become armed, inhabitants crafted basic combat weapons out of tools and hunting aids. They stopped referring to the Kurtzen as the indigenous and started calling them the enemy.

Until one day, a Kurtzen force attacked the colony causing massive damage and killing several citizens, and elders. Several children and a handful of teenagers were left orphaned.

After that day, life in the colony changed forever.

Over the next five years the “consorts” came of age. They helped rebuild the colony as it slowly grew, and were well respected by its inhabitants. The few surviving original founding adults (now known as Seers) often spoke of how the settlers came together. How their unity generated hope, and courage for everybody and what the colony stood for as a whole.

But the boys felt like they didn’t belong. Too old for games, they were now fascinated by stories of the ‘old worlds’ with their thriving cities, vehicles, alien races. They dreamt about the Jedi Knights and Republic Soldiers. About the mighty star ships, like ones the traders came in when they were children. They grew more and more inquisitive about the history of their family on Alderaan, wondering if their grandparents had served in the republic armies when the Galactic War broke out, if they had fought for Alderaan and died at the hands of the Sith Empire.

One evening a trader passed Bakura and came to the colony, the first in several years.

He stayed for a week telling stories of the Great War, and how it started when he was just a boy on Alderaan. How his friends had joined the Republic and fought in its armies. He showed the boys holo-images of their grandparents’ home world, the mountains, the cities, the star ports and the soldiers. He showed them the parades and told them about the sacking of Coruscant and the surprising treaty that followed. After twenty-eight brutal years a truce had been signed and the war had ended. But the republic, ever wary of the Siths lies and tricks were forming an army bigger and stronger then ever before, to prevent these horrors happening again. The colonists listened; to them it was just another story of a far off world. One boy in particular sat wide eyed, just like his father did, as a young boy, many years ago.

The following morning marked ten years to the day since the Treaty of Coruscant had been signed. The trader finalised his deals and left in his ship and the routine of the colony began.

But something was not right.
A few colonists stood in the homestead of a young orphaned boy who was well known amongst them. The boy was gone, as were his clothes and a few of his personal possessions.

Taking point of the group was the missing boy’s best friend, who did not look as sad as he did angry. The friend was clutching a scrap note that he had found on the table.
The note said only two words, which he read over, and over, and over again.

Follow me.