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

(Repost, more or less, of my broken thread.) Okay, this story will have a lot of spoilers for The Old Republic, so those who haven't played, ye be warned. However, I'll try to avoid retreading canon whenever possible, but there will be some scenes ripped specifically from the game.

Characters Introduced
http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140227034630/swfanon/images/b/bb/Prudii-HS.png]Prudii[/url] Bralor
http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140227034450/swfanon/images/f/f8/Dha-HS.png]Dha[/url] Bralor
http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140227031653/swfanon/images/0/07/Gareb-HS.png]Gareb[/url]

Prologue

Seventeen year old Prudii Bralor jerked back as his rifle cracked. The shatual buck in the clearing dropped, and Prudii grinned behind the visor of his Mandalorian helmet. Lowering his hunting rifle, he walked over to the dead buck's side and examined it. Oh, yes, his family would be eating well tonight. Grinning, he slung his rifle across his back and picked up the buck.

His father and brother, Dha, would be down in the field harvesting fruits, while his mother and adopted sister, Briika, were in the kitchen preparing the other fixings for dinner. As the oldest child, it was Prudii's responsibility to hunt. He walked out of the woods toward the field. He could barely see his father and brother above the vines of fruit.

Suddenly, there was a rumble. Eyes widening, Prudii dropped the buck. That had been a bomb! Unslinging his rifle, he charged toward the field. Starfighters swooped down toward the field. Sith Empire starfighters! The Empire was supposed to have a treaty with Mandalore; why were they attacking? Prudii raised his rifle and fired several shots and the fighters. One shot pinged off a fighter's wing and it spun aside. The other fighters continued to drop bombs.

"Prudii!" his father's voice came through the helmet. "Go to the house. Get Briika and get her to safety!"

Prudii's eyes widened in fear. His four-year-old sister, Briika! He ran toward the farmhouse. There, he saw Imperial soldiers advancing. His mother stood in the doorway, firing at them. Two of them dropped. Prudii raised his rifle to his visor and fired, catching one trooper in the back. Several of them caught sight of him and turned. Prudii cut them down without hesitation. He ran inside the house.

"Mom!" he said. "Where's Briika?"

"Here," his mother said, holding the girl out. "Take her. Get here out of here."

Prudii nodded. " I will. Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum."

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, Prudii. Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, Briika."

"I love you too, Mommy," Briika replied tearfully.

"Go, Prudii," his mother said. "Run!"

Prudii ran out the back door, carrying Briika in his arms. He dropped his rifle and whipped out his pistol instead, firing behind him as he ran. Shots bounced off the back plates of his armor and he groaned in pain. Briika cried softly, but she had been trained well–she did not panic. She just did as she was told and held tightly to Prudii's chest.

"What are we going to do, Prudii?" she asked.

"I'm going to drop you off with the neighbors and come back and help," he replied. "Hold on tightly."

They were just over the hill when there was an explosion. Tears jerked from Prudii's eyes and he knelt, setting Briika down. He pulled his helmet off and looked back. Their home was in ruins. Even as he watched, starfighters dropped bombs on the field where his father and brother had been. Prudii's tears flowed freely, staining the grass.

"They're all dead," Briika moaned sadly. "Momma, Daddy, Dha...they're all gone."

A salty tear rolled into Prudii's mouth. "We'll survive, Briika. Dad told me where he hid his starfighter; no one else knew, not even Mom or Dha. Come on. We're getting out of here."

Prudii would spend the rest of his life trying to avenge his family. But first, he had to care for Briika. He carried his still-weeping sister to the starfighter, and they left the smolders of their old life and their farmhouse behind.

* * *

Sixteen-year-old Dha's jaw tightened as he blasted down Imperial troops. He and his father were backed into a corner. Imperial troops surrounded them. Dha's father, seeming to realize it was hopeless, and no doubt thinking of what was best for his son, dropped his blaster and surrendered. Dha reluctantly did the same.

The strike team leader walked into the tangled mess of vines. He was tall, wearing gray and black armor, and had deep red skin. Dha felt anger warm his dark cheeks as he realized that this was a Sith Lord. The Sith had signed a treaty with Mandalore! Why had they attacked the family? The Sith grinned wickedly.

"You traitor," Dha's father growled. "How could you do this?"

"My men needed training," the Sith said with an elaborate shrug. "You sufficed."

"You used my family for target practice?!" roared Bralor.

Dha's eyes widened. He'd never seen his father this angry. Suddenly, the Sith reached out with the Force and without decorum snapped the senior Bralor's neck. Dha choked out a sob as his father fell to the ground. The Sith sneered and walked away.

"Come with me," he said. "You and you, kill the boy."

The two troopers selected approached Dha. Fueled by rage, the Zabrak boy leapt forward, grabbed the first soldier's rifle, and smacked him in the chin with it. Turning the rifle, he blasted the second soldier, killing him, and did the same to the downed first soldier. Dha watched in horror as the farmhouse exploded, and he knew he had to get out of here fast. Sprinting for the woods, he barely escaped the bombs the fighters dropped on the field.

His family gone. His life in tatters. Dha had but one choice. He'd take up the life of a bounty hunter, he'd make a name for himself and earn credits. And then, he would find this Sith and he would make him pay. His family would have justice. Dha walked to the nearest town and bought passage on a freighter...to Nar Shaddaa.

* * *

Lady Arannia looked down at her eight-year-old son, Gareb. The young man was quite Force-sensitive, but Arannia refused to let her son be trained as a Sith. She would've given him up for training as a Jedi, but Phaeda, their homeworld, was on the edge of the Sith Empire's space. So Arannia was teaching him to keep his powers hidden.

"Conceal it, don't feel it," she told him.

Gareb nodded solemnly, his sandy hair waving. "Don't let it show."

Arannia smiled and kissed him on the forehead. "Very good. I love you, my son." She put her hand on the hilt of her lightsaber. If the Sith ever came for her son, they would find themselves very sorry. "I always will."