Before - Legends The Old Republic: Family Ties (Cast of SWTOR, OCs)

So basically, this is the class stories and backstories of my 8 SWTOR characters combined into one. Due to this, spoilers for those who haven't played SWTOR yet will apply, but at the same time, I'll try to skip past most of the stuff that's actually in-game for the sake of not being repetitive and just writing canon.

Dramatis Personae

http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140227034630/swfanon/images/b/bb/Prudii-HS.png]Prudii[/url] Bralor, Republic Trooper (Zabrak male)
http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140227034450/swfanon/images/f/f8/Dha-HS.png]Dha[/url] Bralor, Bounty Hunter (Zabrak male)
http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140227034515/swfanon/images/f/f1/Jasin-HS.png]Jasin[/url], Jedi Knight (Human male)
http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140227034601/swfanon/images/9/9c/Methic-closeup.png]Methic[/url], Sith Warrior (Human male)
http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140227031653/swfanon/images/0/07/Gareb-HS.png]Gareb[/url], Jedi Consular (Human male)
http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140227034657/swfanon/images/8/8c/Tran%27thar-HS.png]Tran'thar[/url], Sith Inquisitor (Twi'lek male)
http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140227034428/swfanon/images/0/0c/Dankin-HS.png]Dankin[/url] Skirate, Smuggler (Mirialan male)
http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140227034536/swfanon/images/2/2e/Merok-HS.png]Merok[/url], Imperial Agent (Chiss male)
Cast of SWTOR

Prologue

2 years BTC (Before the Treaty of Coruscant)
Mandalore

17-year-old Prudii Bralor knelt in the dense woods and raised his hunting rifle up to the T-visor of his Mandalorian helmet. He trained the scope on the shatual buck in the clearing ahead. The scope settled over the animal's heart, and Prudii pulled the trigger. The rifle cracked and the shatual dropped. Grinning, Prudii walked over to the dead animal's side. He and his family would be eating well tonight.

Grabbing the shatual buck, he hauled it over his shoulder and began to walk back toward his family's farm. His father and brother, Dha, would be out tending the crops, and his adopted sister Briika would be preparing the vegetables in the kitchen with their mother. Prudii, as the oldest child, had been sent out to hunt while the younger children stayed with the parents.

Prudii was satisfied with his way of life; he wasn't yet old enough to fight in the war between the Republic and the Sith Empire, so he was content to live here and let his parents go out and do the fighting. Someone had to look after four-year-old Briika. Sheathing his rifle, he walked out of the woods and onto the plot of land his family owned. He could see his father's and Dha's heads sticking above the crops a bit.

He started to call out...and suddenly there was a violent ruckus as starfighters shot overhead. Prudii dropped to the ground as an explosion rocked the dirt around him. They were under attack! Letting the shatual drop, he pulled his rifle back out and charged down to the field. He recognized the fighters; they were Imperial. He snarled to himself. The Empire was supposed to have a treaty with Mandalore, so why were they attacking a Mandalorian home? Prudii opened his comlink channel on his helmet.

"Buir?" he called his father. "Buir, you all right?"

"Fine," Prudii's father replied grimly. "Go find your mother and Briika. Get the girl to safety."

"Yes, sir," Prudii bit out grimly.

Changing direction, he ran toward the homestead. Nearby, a shuttle had touched down and Imperial troops were assaulting the house. Prudii's mother fired back, cutting down far more than her share of soldiers as they advanced. But even as Prudii watched, a blaster bolt caught her in her shoulder and spun her around. Prudii's heart jumped in his chest and he raised his rifle, firing. He caught one, two Imperial soldiers in the back.

He sprinted and leapt inside the house, slamming the door. His mother, groaning in pain, was cradling the young girl Briika in her arms. Prudii felt sympathy for his adopted sister and moved over to her side. He took her silently from her mother's arms. Briika sniffled quietly, protesting and reaching for the Zabrak woman on the floor.

"Momma," groaned Briika. "I don't want to leave."

"You have to, cyar'ika," Prudii's mother said urgently. "I love you, dear. Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum. Take care of her, Prudii. Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum."

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum," Prudii replied sorrowfully. He knew his mother's chances were minimal. "Fight well, mother."

"Survive, Prudii," his mother replied.

Prudii charged for the back door, carrying a weeping Briika with him.

* * *

Sixteen-year-old Dha snarled and whipped up his pistol, blasting two Imperials in the chest. They dropped, their rifles firing up into the air aimlessly. Two more troopers moved into the crop field, and Dha and his father cut them down. The Imperial soldiers were good fighters, but they were no match for a pair of Mandalorian men. Dark-haired Dha wished he had his helmet with him, but he hadn't brought it out into the field. Luckily, his father had his.

"Keep fighting, Dha!" his father said. "We must buy Prudii time to get Briika away."

Dha nodded. Children were everything to Mandalorians; he would gladly give his life so that his sister would survive. Grimly, he ducked under a blaster shot and returned fire. There was a small pile of Imperial soldiers, six or seven now, clustering the small path entering the field. Slowly, the Imperials were being forced to find other ways inside. Before Dha knew it, they were pushed into a small circle and surrounded.

"Wait," a voice said.

A Sith Pureblood stomped into the clearing, hands behind his back. He sneered at Dha and moved past him to his father. Dha's father did not bother to remove his helmet; doing so would've shown respect and honor to the Sith, and it was evident that the man had neither. The Sith sneered and shook his head.

"Why are you doing this?" asked Dha's father. "We are allies!"

The Sith shrugged. "My men needed exercise. A Mandalorian farm was suitable..."

"You used my family for training!" Bralor snarled.

"Yes," the Sith said with a small smile. He grabbed Dha's father with the Force, snapped his neck cleanly, and walked away. "Men, come with me. Two of you remain here. Kill the boy. He's not worth my time."

Dha's rage burned as he processed the fact that he'd just seen his father die. He turned and blasted one of the Imperials left behind with him, whirled, and broke the other one's neck. He was about to go for the farmhouse when he witnessed it explode. Tears streaming down his face, he shook his head hopelessly. His family...all gone.

Dha would survive. He would find that Sith and he would avenge his family. He quickly sprinted away from the farmhouse, leaving the Imperial forces behind. When he got to the nearest town hours later, he bought passage to Nar Shaddaa. He'd become a bounty hunter, make a name for himself and earn credits. Then, when he was prestigious enough, his family would have justice.

* * *

Prudii had deposited Briika at their neighbors' home, telling them to take good care of her. Then he sprinted back to the farmhouse, rifle clutched in his sweating hands. And then, suddenly, in the distance, his farmhouse exploded. He froze in his tracks. Smoke billowed up. His mother was dead, at least, and it was likely that so were his father and brother. He could not raise Briika by himself. She'd be better off with the neighboring family.

Hopelessly, Prudii dropped to his knees and pulled off his helmet. He threw it aside in a rage and let hot tears drop to the grass. He had no family anymore. Without a family, how could he be a Mandalorian? Holding his head in his hands, Prudii made a decision. He'd hurt the Empire for this. Somehow.

His father owned a starfighter that was kept in a secure hangar two miles from here. Sprinting down to the hangar, Prudii leapt into the cockpit and took to the stars. Somehow, some way, he'd make them pay for his family's death. His fists tightened around the controls and he let the ship's laser cannons fire off into the void of space. Then he jumped to hyperspace, leaving Mandalore, and his past, behind.