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Obi Parcon

I am born decades before the Great Clone Wars. My mum's just a simple moisture farmer; we live in Tatooine! She never believes me whenever I told her I still can remember clearly as an infant, the time she first called my name: You will be called Obi, my dear; after your father! Obi? My father? The name stuck. She raised me to a fine young kid knowing my father - as I thought he really was - was dead.

The life I suspected would be the same forever has changed when I first encountered a Jedi. Im heading home then, effortlessly carrying 2 brimfilled literjons of collected moisture. A bald man walked along with me staring at my loads... wondering - a situation I have never been a stranger to. Many locals have had made an amusement with my uncanny strength, pushing it to the limits sometimes by assigning heavier tasks not suitable for my very young age - we cant complain. Me and my mum have to work to survive! On a nearby Cantina, ramble occuered as a Gamorrean run amuck, hurtling everything in the place. A wooden stool must have hit the bald man beside me but I deflected it away with a nod. He was awestruck - it was all normal to me though. I've caught hundreds of desert rodents and crushed scrap metals with mere gestures and frowns; but still it wasnt normal, he said to me.... We ended up in Coruscant - in the sacred Jedi Temple!

He was the revered Mace Windu of the Jedi Council - my Master! He brought me there as his Padawan learner. At last, after years of training, i've got leads about my father as Obi-Wan Kenobi's name surfaced upon my knowledge! He was a Jedi - here in Coruscant! He is my father - i can feel it! I kept the idea to myself, though: A Jedi knows no Fear, nor Anger,..... nor Love! My parents were now just a brush in my thoughts, a thing overlapped by a more important priorities - I never opened what i felt about it to the Great Obi-Wan Kenobi, himself.

Not long after my knighthood, the rise to power of the Empire emerges & the tragic Jedi Purge has begun. I've managed to hide myself under the nose of the Imperial Army itself. Disguising as a Storm Trooper, I was dispatched for a 'Technological Mission' in a research station on an Imperial artificial worldcraft - Crseih Alpha. It wasnt much of an adventurous mission though. Imperial scientists have discovered a geriatric synthesis that can strengthen humanoids & have them live longer, suppressing the ageing process. I became their lab rat! The test was successful - making me an enhanced human - but before they could carry out further distribution of the synthesis blueprints, the rebels have already won over the Empire. Unknowing of the side-effects that might take place because of the synthesis, I've sought refuge to my birthplace, Tatooine as the New Republic fixed the squabbles of the Imperial Remnants & the Great Luke Skywalker established his Jedi Academy. My mum has been dead. She have left a holorecord of herself, explaining how she have conceived me from nothing. I have no dad at all! She never told me that long ago, suspecting i might think of myself as a freak of nature! At least now you're old enough to understand, my dear Obi.

I am conceived through and by the medichlorians. The Great Obi-Wan Kenobi was not my father. I've bide several years of stay in Tatooine by increasing my knowledge in the science of mechanisms. There were no signs of side effects from the synthesis so I continued with a normal life there. Some of my creations in Tatooine are: C3-A6, my loyal, purple-laquered Protocol Droid; Crseih Alpha, my modified sleek black and silver Tie fighter I stole in Crseih Alpha; and my custom-built purple lightsaber & Force blade. I am currently working on a pen-blaster that converts into a lightsaber.

After a couple of years, I emerged to present myself to the thriving New Jedi Council as the Last Jedi of the Old Republic. They have seen my value and experience, that they have given me a slot in the Council, itself. Along with my colleagues, together with new Jedi groups emerging from the ranks, the glory of the Jedi has been once again established! Among these years, many personalities have touched my life in their own ways. The once Jedi, Amanda Kenobi, my sister - for she too once thought that the Great Obi-Wan Kenobi was her dad - was the first among the ranks that I befriend, teaching me the ways to live with the New Codes. Kariha of the Jedi Council was among the first Jedi that has given support to me when Council matters were all but strange for me. During those time, I've acquired my Padawans: Sasha Kilander first, then the young Jedi, Niomi, who both have been good apprentices and became close to my heart. With it, I've also been responsible for the inclusion of the DJO among the Jedi ranks and be represented in the Jedi Council.

I have to admit it, they have earned my support because of their loyalty among themselves that the Jedi must imitate... ..of course, not to mention that their leader, my beloved, Temba Mfalme, has caught me stunned with her beauty & wisdom. I loved her... we were married shortly after and now have a beutiful girl Morgaine Parcon

..i might have turned my back to the Old Jedi Codes, but the legacy of the Last Jedi of the Old Republic lives on to uphold justice throughout the galaxy! May the Force be with you!"

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