Clone-Commander
Dark Rogue
Gender: Male Location: Bespin |
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NAME: Sch-Fr Tasom-Later Darth Naizarias (number; TD-937)
AGE:30
LIGHTSABER: Two Black Lightsabers
ADDITIONAL WEAPONS: Clone trooper pistol, Boot dagger.
SPECIES:Human (clone)
PERSONAL HISTORY: One of the few clones made after the fall of the Empire, Tasom discovered He was Force-sensitive. Not being a good thing while living in Imperial space, He turned to the Republic for a place to stay. That place was Courascant. In moving, he practised the force, not realising that he, a clone, was one who not very often, can use such a power. He arrived and became a member of the security forces. He then quit when he discovered that the ''security'' force was Imperial! He then sought out Master Skywalker on Yavin 4. He then was taught more about the force, and even more, the dark side. He vowed he would never join it. He Then became a Master when he helped Luke Destroy a Victory class III star destroyer by planting thermal detonaors in the .
backup engine reactor, the subsidiary reactor, the primary power generator, and the main engine turbine. When he was finished, and before he left Yavin 4, Luke reminded him one last time to beware of the dark side. The clone payed no heed, as to how he could turn to the dark side. He vowed to, right? He was mistaken. The poor man turned to the Side of Darkness when he killed a young child who would not stop squalling. In anger, the young man turned on hiw two lightsabers (green at the time) and killed the child and the mother. The transport he rode turned quiet. In an outburst of anger, he turned on the father. The ill-fated man ran. Sch-Fr Tasom, in a fury equal to that of Darth Vader, He attacked. The first slice cut of a few of the mans fingers, and as he advanced, he let another blow fly. This one struck the man on the leg, and severed it just below the knee. He limped along with his one leg towards the core of the ship. As Tasom arrived, the man jumped at the core, frying him to a crisp and leaving no trace of him. In a small explosion, his lightsabers flew out of his hands and flew at the core. Switced off, they did no damage to it, but the core did damage to the lightsabers. They burnt the crystals inside turning them black and the newly-become dark sider managed to pull them back in time to save them. The core let out more explosions. Tasom headed for the escape pods. He arrived too late. They were full, and ready for launch. He used his newly-aquired power to open the door of one and yank out all those inside. He ran into it and closed the door, and left those still inside to their fate. He managed to change the course of the pod so it didn't head for Yavin 4. Luke wouldn't like his changes. Instead. He pilotes the small low-fueled craft for geonosis. He could find a way to get there. That is what he was trained for. When he arrived, he crashed with only a few bruises. When he got out, he was amazed at the sight before him. Battle droids, clones. All dead and deactivated. This was a good start to make a craft.
GEONOSIS, TWO MONTHS AFTER THE CRASH: The craft was ready. A strange, lopsided scrap pile. But Sch-Fr knew better. It was actually a crashed Troop deployer that used to house over two thousand clones. He took much of the battle-droid programming and hardwired it into his new ship. He gathered over one miles worth of clone trooper armor, and set some captains armor for himself. He took one dead clone onboard to the ships portable cloners. Enough for five years worth of cloning. He would have to start somewhere if he wanted an army. As his ship lifted off, he imagined a grand army, a fighters army, a clone army. As he set course for kamino for some more supplies, (doesn't he have enough?) he knew what he was doing was something no one has ever attemted. He was going to wage and all-out war on the galaxy.
KAMINO, TEN YEARS AFTER LIFTOFF FROM GEONOSIS: His army was set. An army of thousands was his to command. He had more troop ships, more cloning-help, and even more things called Gunships. He was ready, but where to start. This my friends, is where his true story begins.
Never mind the story, but I am truly a rogue, set to destroy the known-worlds....
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How about I cut your head off? Will you disagree then?
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