OOC: These posts were written on UFRP originally. They are a collection of posts from a few different points in his life. Several years apart, both in real life and the In Character universe. The second set does contain his torture. His torture in my mind is not rated R or much beyond PG-13, but it is highly emotionally traumatic to him. So I do recommend caution if those types of things tend to upset you.
To be clear, these are approximately six or seven posts rolled into two...so if there are formatting issues it's because of that.
Julian's Backstory
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Julian Orspach
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Julian's Backstory
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"I'm just a Jedi."
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Julian Orspach
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Re: Julian's Backstory
OOC: This set of posts takes place when Julian was twelve and survived an explosion.
Stretching the twelve year old cracked his back and scratched the bandage on his forehead. He winced as the muscles in his back tightened as he stood up from his bed which was low to the floor, just the way he liked it. He was in pain, a great deal of it as a matter of fact. Surviving an explosion was one thing, that wasn't the hard part, it was being thrown through plate glass window and not really being able to cushion his landing too well on the not soft ground a good twenty feet below. Something that normally would not be that much of a challenge for a Jedi, but the whole explosion thing caught him off guard and he had no time to react.
Most of the bones were healed now, the resident healers took care of that, but muscles were trickier and they couldn't take away the aches and pains, effectively the Padawan was on the disabled list for the time being. His normally pink face was black and blue with bruises, his lip split open, healing slowly, that and he had indeed had a couple of teeth knocked out of his mouth.
He was beaten and the fate of his master was still uncertain, but he was able to put all of this out of his mind for at least the time being as he noticed his sleeping roommate, a boy just a year older than him. His roommate was a brainiac and on the path to be a great Consular, Julian was a Guardian, so it was essentially an odd couple pairing here that was most likely done intentionally to test the two youngsters.
Julian limped his way into the refresher grabbing a glass. He filled the glass with water and pulled out his pills from the medicine cabinet, medicating Jedi was not something that happened overly often, but when they had survived something so physically traumatic, even their well trained minds could not block out all of the pain. In fact what Julian felt was a great deal less pain than what a normal person would feel, yet it was still unbearable.
The Padawan choked down the pills and breathed a sigh of relief knowing that his pain when soon subside. Now there was a more pressing matter to attend to, Julian turned the water on a warmer setting and filled the glass. He then carefully limped out of the refresher, nodding at the boy who lived next door to him on his way out. The young Jedi not so gracefully made his way to his roommate's bedside and set the glass down on the night stand. Ever so carefully, Julian gently lifted his roommate's hand and dipped it into the glass. He then quietly made his way back to his own bed and laid down snickering quietly as he tried to block out the pain and go back to sleep. It wasn't terribly long after he had tried to doze off that he had heard the cursing of his so called 'even tempered' roommate. Pretending to be asleep, Julian tried not to smile or heaven forbid, laugh. The Padawan just lay there, but it was obvious that this was indeed a prank so it wouldn't be long before....
Woosh, CRASH!
The glass sailed right over Julian's head and crashed against the wall.
"Now now, anger is the path to the Darkside my Jedi brother."
With that, Julian busted out in laughter as his roommate stood up and made his way to the refresher, grabbing fresh pajama bottoms and discarding his wet one's in the hamper before hopping in the shower.
All the while Julian who was still in a considerable amount of pain lay in bed just snickering over everything that had happened. He was bored, he couldn't train, he couldn't go on missions, so he played pranks. He was lucky to be alive and pranking his roommate was a way of coping.
"You forgot the sheets dude!"
With that, a now freshly clothed Nautolan youth flew out of the refresher at lighting speed and jumped on top of Julian, not intending to swing at him or anything, landing ontop of him would not only hurt, but it would cause him to squirm, making him hurt even more, thus teaching him a lesson.
Julian winced in pain as the full weight of the Nautolan came down on his badly bruised torso, he jerked to the side and let out a pain ridden squeal.
"Alright! You win! Sorry! Jakaar SORRY!"
The youth smiled and got off of Julian.
"Oi, you makin me wet myself maan, thaat naht funny maahn. I not sittin here makin you hurt all da time maahn."
Of course Jakaar knew that Julian was using the pranks as a coping mechanism, the kid had almost died and his Master may yet die. So there was some slack that the Nautolan cut the younger Padawan in that he wasn't going to pull the same prank on him. He had taught Julian a lesson and that was all that was needed.
Julian breathed a sigh of relief as Jakaar climbed off, Nautolan's were strong and Julian was not in any condition to have fought back even in a playful manner. The drugs were kicking in now and he was starting to feel a bit delirious, yet strangely lucid, he hated these drugs. He sighed, they made him think too much, sure he had been raised by Arty Orspach, a respectable Jedi Knight, but he knew that he was not biologically Arty's son, he was adopted and no one had ever told him who his real father was, not even his mother. He found this strange and a part of him longed to know who helped bring him into this universe. Where was he? Why wasn't he ever there?
Dazed Julian shook his head hearing everything that Jakaar had said, but taking a moment to process it in a confused manner.
"Yeah brother I knoww...s I shouldn't have do...done that to you, I love you man. Sorry."
"Oi! You be trippin on your pain meds again brodda, you don't be sayin you love me brodda, the other kids be makin fun of ya for stuff like that. We be good brodda, just don't be doing that again."
Uggh, Julian really didn't realize what he had said and he totally meant it in a brotherly love type way, but yeah. He had sufficiently embarrassed himself now, stupid drugs.
"Sorry man. Say, did you get more of those tentacle things?"
Jakaar sighed and shook his head. Poor Julian, what he had been through was just not something most people walked away from and now he was half out of his mind on pain medication.
"Nah maahn you be trippin on the pain meds. Dey really be messin with ya mind brodda."
"Osik. I just can't think straight, or see straight. When the bomb went off, it just like hurt all over, it felt like someone had boiled my insides and then threw me for good measure. I remember coming to, I was covered in blood, some of it mine, but then there was this lifeless body on top of me man. Osik, he couldn't have been more than five and he was dead man, jsut dead and his dead eyes were just like staring at me, it's like....I can't sleep when I take these stupid meds, because they make me think about this stuff, but I can't sleep if I don't take the damned things because I'm in too much pain.
I guess I just can't sleep."
Julian sighed audibly.
"I don't know what's going to happen if my Master dies, I just."
Julian sighed again and pulled the pillow over his bruised face and let out a silent scream, before placing the pillow back under his head again.
Jakaar nodded in understanding, he wanted to help his younger friend but he had no idea what to do.
"Maahn, you eva think about goin talk to somebody? Maybe dey help you out? Maybe deh healas caahn give you some sleepin pills, so you caahn rest."
"I asked for sleeping pills already, with the pain meds I'm on, I could like overdose and die or something so I just have to deal with it. Three weeks of being in the infirmary and I finally get out and still hurt all over. I mean I can handle it Jakaar, I'm fine it's just a lot to deal with right now."
Julian closed his eyes tightly trying to sleep and Jakaar pulled the covers up over his wounded roommate and smiled at him.
"You be needin anyting brodda you be sayin it. You gots my comm ain no reason to be bein a hero maahn."
Julian nodded to Jakaar, as the older Padawan left the room to prepare for his daily activities, he'd bring Julian back some breakfast like he always did. Of cours Julian wouldn't eat a lot of it because the meds made him queasy, but still he needed to eat. Maybe he'd go down to the dining hall for lunch later today, he had to get out of this room sometime, though he doubted the healers would be thrilled if he did too much walking by himself just yet.
He opened his eyes after a couple of hours, grimacing as he tried to sit up. He had the dreams again,
the ones in which he was flying through the air and landing on jagged rocks. His brow was dripping with sweat as swung his legs to the side of his bed. It took some effort this time, but he finally stood up. He looked over to his dresser and scratched the bacta coated bandage on his head again. He could get dressed, he really could, but it would hurt like hell and probably take an hour. He sighed knowing that his therapy was soon, how he hated it, it made him feel like a weakling.
Then the gnawing thought returned, he had almost died and he had seen plenty of people dead, yet he knew little about himself. Specifically, the boy did not know who is real father was, not that Arty hadn't done a good job, but he had to know. The Jedi would have his blood on file and he could gain access to it and maybe he could look for matches in the system, that's what he'd do.
He could skip a day of therapy and make his way into the medical records, he'd have to be allowed to see his own records at least.
With that, the young Jedi threw a tee shirt on and limped out of his room and headed for the infirmary.
Julian laboriously limped into the Halls of Healing, the attending Nurse immediately sprang up and shot him a little bit of a glare demanding to know what exactly he was doing such a great distance without the help of anyone else. The Padawan merely brushed this off after discharge he did not have to take orders from the medical staff, but they could make life hard on him if they wanted to, but the Padawan had been through enough and no one was key to push him any further just yet, he was a young Padawan and nowhere near ready for the trials so it served little purpose.
Forcing a smile on his black and blue normally pink face, he knowingly emitted some calming pheromones that Zeltrons possessed. Whether or not this would work fully on a force sensitive, was up for debate, but there was no way of detecting it and chances were it would inspire more pity.
His purple eyes looked calmly at the nurse, in an almost charming manner while still maintaining the cuteness of a wounded puppy.
"I need access to my complete medical records please. If you could upload them onto a datapad in their entirety, including my blood records and family history, I would greatly appreciate it."
The nurse paused, knowing this was a highly irregular request, especially coming from a Padawan. She was about to decline when Julian spoke again cutting her off before she ever spoke.
"I should also let you know that I am completely aware that I have a right to this information and it goes against the rule of the council for you to refuse my request, once my identity is confirmed. A simple blood test will confirm that I am who I say I am."
The nurse's brow lowered and she went to grab a blood sample collection kit. Returning, she asked Julian to hold out his hand which he did.
"Huh, I'd have figured there would still be plenty of my blood lying around here from when they brought me in...."
The young Guardian chuckled to the point of pain, the nurse shook her head and pricked his finger with the kit. Analyzing it and confirming his identity. She then retrieved his records and uploaded them to a datapad before handing it to the twelve year old who was a bit too smart for his own good.
"Thank you, I'll bring it back tomorrow morning if I'm not in some sort of drug induced coma by then."
The nurse rolled her eyes and Julian chuckled again, his humor at his own expense helping to keep him sane at this point. He started to leave, but the nurse pushed a hover chair up behind him.
"You're not walking that far by yourself, you could hurt yourself worse and then you'll be back in here for surgery. Again."
Well this was inconvenient, Julian had planned to read the files while walking back to his room, but there would be none of that and certainly no splicing into the system to compare blood records while she was around. No one needed to know of Julian's hacking abilities, it wasn't really important and the only reason he could gain access to these records was because of his unique understanding of it and his friendship with some of the clones.
He reluctantly sat down in the hover chair, something he most certainly did not need. He then looked behind him to the nurse who of course was expecting him to use the controls get back to his rooms.
"Ma'am, protocol states that I cannot operate any kind of vehicle while under the influence of mind altering substances, including but limited to pain killers....notably the incredibly powerful ones I am on."
A sly grin appeared on his beaten and bruised face.
"So you're totally going to have to push me."
The nurse nodded and gave a hard push as to jolt him a little bit, he was a smart*** and everyone knew it.
He winced at the jolt, but still smiled.
"Nurse, Hyperspace ENGAGE!"
With that he was off again to his room, silently hoping Jakaar was not back yet. Finally the nurse had left him alone and it appeared that Jakaar was not back yet and he'd have a bit of privacy while awake, first time that had happened in weeks. His mother of course had wanted him at home in the family quarters, but he was a padawan, well on his way and he wasn't going to go home and cry to mommy and Arty, because he got a little hurt. Okay...a lot hurt.
He stood in his doorway and sighed, he'd never admit it but it was a good thing the nurse had pushed him back, there was no way he could've walked. Just staring at the distance between him and his desk was intimidating. He took a deep breath and slowly made his way over to his desk, it's chair an oasis which offered relief from the pain of movement, just a couple of steps left, the journey to the infirmary took more out of him than he cared to admit, but there was no denying it. Three, two and one...then of course there was hydrospanner on the floor that he did not see and stepped on, causing him to lose his balance, purple eyes widening as all he could think was that this was how much this was going to hurt.
His face smacked against the corner of his desk hard, breaking his nose, he fell to the floor grimacing in pain. This was just not fair, pained screams were stifled by his own will power, he didn't want anyone to hear him or he'd never get a moments peace, the pain turned to anger, an emotion the young Jedi was not used to feeling. He clenched his fists and pushed himself up, grabbing the datapad in one hand in the hydrospanner in the other.
He took a deep breath, blood flowing from both nostrils, down his upper lip, some into his mouth, the rest down his chin and neck, staining his tee shirt. This wasn't really going to be a good day was it? To hell with it he thought, he was just going to pretend it didn't happen, at least he would once he took care of something.
He set the datapad down on his desk while sitting down in his chair still gripping the hydrospanner. His lightsaber was all the way over on his night stand and there was simply no way he was going to get up, walk over there and get it. Screw that, he thought. He then called his hilt to his right hand while tossing the hydrospanner in the air with his left, his thumb finding the ignition, with the flick of the wrist he cut the hydrospanner in two. He wasn't done yet, before the two pieces fell he let out a mighty force push, sending both pieces into the wall, imbedding them a good quarter inch deep.
"Stupid thing."
Deactivating his lightsaber he set it down on the desk, he'd explain what happened later. Now was time for work, he grabbed some of his computer parts and turned the datapad on. The first thing he was going to do was run search based on his DNA to see if there were any possible matches in the Jedi temple, he didn't expect to find anything, but that's what he was going to splice into the Coruscant Police Department's network for if it came to it.
After just a few moments, four names popped up on the screen. The young Jedi rubbed his eyes and blinked in disbelief, he had four blood relatives at the temple, one of them being his mother which was obvious. Of the three others, two were respected Jedi Knights and one worked in the archives.
He instantly grabbed his comm device
::Chessa! It's Julian, can you like get here super quick? I need to show you something on my datapad and well, I really ca....n't walk th....ere.:: He sniffed, and tried to clear the blood from his throat so his voice was more clear. ::Anyway, like now!::
The young Jedi dropped his comm device and shook his head, he didn't mind being related to these three, but it just didn't make sense. Of three two were twins, but did not share enough of his own DNA to be possible parents and the ages really didn't match up either. They were both about twenty six and he was twelve, so yeah it was biologically possible, but not likely for Jedi.
Then the third, he was definitely old enough, but given his mother would have been seventeen when he was born and the other Jedi in his late twenties at the time of Julian's birth so it wasn't really likely to be him. It was of course possible and Julian entertained the thought for a moment, it could be, but he highly doubted it. That's not to say that he couldn't do a bit of digging on this particular Jedi to see who he was. The name was of course familiar, but he knew little else, so he might as well just wait for Chessa.
Purple eyes squinted shut as pain shot throughout his body as his painkillers were starting to really wear off now.
There was a classified file at the bottom of the page, he clicked it and was denied access. He really hoped Chessa was on her way, maybe she could help him make sense of all of this. In the mean time meditation might alleviate the pain a bit, but there were more pain pills on his night stand, but he really wasn't supposed to take anymore for at least three more hours.
Stretching the twelve year old cracked his back and scratched the bandage on his forehead. He winced as the muscles in his back tightened as he stood up from his bed which was low to the floor, just the way he liked it. He was in pain, a great deal of it as a matter of fact. Surviving an explosion was one thing, that wasn't the hard part, it was being thrown through plate glass window and not really being able to cushion his landing too well on the not soft ground a good twenty feet below. Something that normally would not be that much of a challenge for a Jedi, but the whole explosion thing caught him off guard and he had no time to react.
Most of the bones were healed now, the resident healers took care of that, but muscles were trickier and they couldn't take away the aches and pains, effectively the Padawan was on the disabled list for the time being. His normally pink face was black and blue with bruises, his lip split open, healing slowly, that and he had indeed had a couple of teeth knocked out of his mouth.
He was beaten and the fate of his master was still uncertain, but he was able to put all of this out of his mind for at least the time being as he noticed his sleeping roommate, a boy just a year older than him. His roommate was a brainiac and on the path to be a great Consular, Julian was a Guardian, so it was essentially an odd couple pairing here that was most likely done intentionally to test the two youngsters.
Julian limped his way into the refresher grabbing a glass. He filled the glass with water and pulled out his pills from the medicine cabinet, medicating Jedi was not something that happened overly often, but when they had survived something so physically traumatic, even their well trained minds could not block out all of the pain. In fact what Julian felt was a great deal less pain than what a normal person would feel, yet it was still unbearable.
The Padawan choked down the pills and breathed a sigh of relief knowing that his pain when soon subside. Now there was a more pressing matter to attend to, Julian turned the water on a warmer setting and filled the glass. He then carefully limped out of the refresher, nodding at the boy who lived next door to him on his way out. The young Jedi not so gracefully made his way to his roommate's bedside and set the glass down on the night stand. Ever so carefully, Julian gently lifted his roommate's hand and dipped it into the glass. He then quietly made his way back to his own bed and laid down snickering quietly as he tried to block out the pain and go back to sleep. It wasn't terribly long after he had tried to doze off that he had heard the cursing of his so called 'even tempered' roommate. Pretending to be asleep, Julian tried not to smile or heaven forbid, laugh. The Padawan just lay there, but it was obvious that this was indeed a prank so it wouldn't be long before....
Woosh, CRASH!
The glass sailed right over Julian's head and crashed against the wall.
"Now now, anger is the path to the Darkside my Jedi brother."
With that, Julian busted out in laughter as his roommate stood up and made his way to the refresher, grabbing fresh pajama bottoms and discarding his wet one's in the hamper before hopping in the shower.
All the while Julian who was still in a considerable amount of pain lay in bed just snickering over everything that had happened. He was bored, he couldn't train, he couldn't go on missions, so he played pranks. He was lucky to be alive and pranking his roommate was a way of coping.
"You forgot the sheets dude!"
With that, a now freshly clothed Nautolan youth flew out of the refresher at lighting speed and jumped on top of Julian, not intending to swing at him or anything, landing ontop of him would not only hurt, but it would cause him to squirm, making him hurt even more, thus teaching him a lesson.
Julian winced in pain as the full weight of the Nautolan came down on his badly bruised torso, he jerked to the side and let out a pain ridden squeal.
"Alright! You win! Sorry! Jakaar SORRY!"
The youth smiled and got off of Julian.
"Oi, you makin me wet myself maan, thaat naht funny maahn. I not sittin here makin you hurt all da time maahn."
Of course Jakaar knew that Julian was using the pranks as a coping mechanism, the kid had almost died and his Master may yet die. So there was some slack that the Nautolan cut the younger Padawan in that he wasn't going to pull the same prank on him. He had taught Julian a lesson and that was all that was needed.
Julian breathed a sigh of relief as Jakaar climbed off, Nautolan's were strong and Julian was not in any condition to have fought back even in a playful manner. The drugs were kicking in now and he was starting to feel a bit delirious, yet strangely lucid, he hated these drugs. He sighed, they made him think too much, sure he had been raised by Arty Orspach, a respectable Jedi Knight, but he knew that he was not biologically Arty's son, he was adopted and no one had ever told him who his real father was, not even his mother. He found this strange and a part of him longed to know who helped bring him into this universe. Where was he? Why wasn't he ever there?
Dazed Julian shook his head hearing everything that Jakaar had said, but taking a moment to process it in a confused manner.
"Yeah brother I knoww...s I shouldn't have do...done that to you, I love you man. Sorry."
"Oi! You be trippin on your pain meds again brodda, you don't be sayin you love me brodda, the other kids be makin fun of ya for stuff like that. We be good brodda, just don't be doing that again."
Uggh, Julian really didn't realize what he had said and he totally meant it in a brotherly love type way, but yeah. He had sufficiently embarrassed himself now, stupid drugs.
"Sorry man. Say, did you get more of those tentacle things?"
Jakaar sighed and shook his head. Poor Julian, what he had been through was just not something most people walked away from and now he was half out of his mind on pain medication.
"Nah maahn you be trippin on the pain meds. Dey really be messin with ya mind brodda."
"Osik. I just can't think straight, or see straight. When the bomb went off, it just like hurt all over, it felt like someone had boiled my insides and then threw me for good measure. I remember coming to, I was covered in blood, some of it mine, but then there was this lifeless body on top of me man. Osik, he couldn't have been more than five and he was dead man, jsut dead and his dead eyes were just like staring at me, it's like....I can't sleep when I take these stupid meds, because they make me think about this stuff, but I can't sleep if I don't take the damned things because I'm in too much pain.
I guess I just can't sleep."
Julian sighed audibly.
"I don't know what's going to happen if my Master dies, I just."
Julian sighed again and pulled the pillow over his bruised face and let out a silent scream, before placing the pillow back under his head again.
Jakaar nodded in understanding, he wanted to help his younger friend but he had no idea what to do.
"Maahn, you eva think about goin talk to somebody? Maybe dey help you out? Maybe deh healas caahn give you some sleepin pills, so you caahn rest."
"I asked for sleeping pills already, with the pain meds I'm on, I could like overdose and die or something so I just have to deal with it. Three weeks of being in the infirmary and I finally get out and still hurt all over. I mean I can handle it Jakaar, I'm fine it's just a lot to deal with right now."
Julian closed his eyes tightly trying to sleep and Jakaar pulled the covers up over his wounded roommate and smiled at him.
"You be needin anyting brodda you be sayin it. You gots my comm ain no reason to be bein a hero maahn."
Julian nodded to Jakaar, as the older Padawan left the room to prepare for his daily activities, he'd bring Julian back some breakfast like he always did. Of cours Julian wouldn't eat a lot of it because the meds made him queasy, but still he needed to eat. Maybe he'd go down to the dining hall for lunch later today, he had to get out of this room sometime, though he doubted the healers would be thrilled if he did too much walking by himself just yet.
He opened his eyes after a couple of hours, grimacing as he tried to sit up. He had the dreams again,
the ones in which he was flying through the air and landing on jagged rocks. His brow was dripping with sweat as swung his legs to the side of his bed. It took some effort this time, but he finally stood up. He looked over to his dresser and scratched the bacta coated bandage on his head again. He could get dressed, he really could, but it would hurt like hell and probably take an hour. He sighed knowing that his therapy was soon, how he hated it, it made him feel like a weakling.
Then the gnawing thought returned, he had almost died and he had seen plenty of people dead, yet he knew little about himself. Specifically, the boy did not know who is real father was, not that Arty hadn't done a good job, but he had to know. The Jedi would have his blood on file and he could gain access to it and maybe he could look for matches in the system, that's what he'd do.
He could skip a day of therapy and make his way into the medical records, he'd have to be allowed to see his own records at least.
With that, the young Jedi threw a tee shirt on and limped out of his room and headed for the infirmary.
Julian laboriously limped into the Halls of Healing, the attending Nurse immediately sprang up and shot him a little bit of a glare demanding to know what exactly he was doing such a great distance without the help of anyone else. The Padawan merely brushed this off after discharge he did not have to take orders from the medical staff, but they could make life hard on him if they wanted to, but the Padawan had been through enough and no one was key to push him any further just yet, he was a young Padawan and nowhere near ready for the trials so it served little purpose.
Forcing a smile on his black and blue normally pink face, he knowingly emitted some calming pheromones that Zeltrons possessed. Whether or not this would work fully on a force sensitive, was up for debate, but there was no way of detecting it and chances were it would inspire more pity.
His purple eyes looked calmly at the nurse, in an almost charming manner while still maintaining the cuteness of a wounded puppy.
"I need access to my complete medical records please. If you could upload them onto a datapad in their entirety, including my blood records and family history, I would greatly appreciate it."
The nurse paused, knowing this was a highly irregular request, especially coming from a Padawan. She was about to decline when Julian spoke again cutting her off before she ever spoke.
"I should also let you know that I am completely aware that I have a right to this information and it goes against the rule of the council for you to refuse my request, once my identity is confirmed. A simple blood test will confirm that I am who I say I am."
The nurse's brow lowered and she went to grab a blood sample collection kit. Returning, she asked Julian to hold out his hand which he did.
"Huh, I'd have figured there would still be plenty of my blood lying around here from when they brought me in...."
The young Guardian chuckled to the point of pain, the nurse shook her head and pricked his finger with the kit. Analyzing it and confirming his identity. She then retrieved his records and uploaded them to a datapad before handing it to the twelve year old who was a bit too smart for his own good.
"Thank you, I'll bring it back tomorrow morning if I'm not in some sort of drug induced coma by then."
The nurse rolled her eyes and Julian chuckled again, his humor at his own expense helping to keep him sane at this point. He started to leave, but the nurse pushed a hover chair up behind him.
"You're not walking that far by yourself, you could hurt yourself worse and then you'll be back in here for surgery. Again."
Well this was inconvenient, Julian had planned to read the files while walking back to his room, but there would be none of that and certainly no splicing into the system to compare blood records while she was around. No one needed to know of Julian's hacking abilities, it wasn't really important and the only reason he could gain access to these records was because of his unique understanding of it and his friendship with some of the clones.
He reluctantly sat down in the hover chair, something he most certainly did not need. He then looked behind him to the nurse who of course was expecting him to use the controls get back to his rooms.
"Ma'am, protocol states that I cannot operate any kind of vehicle while under the influence of mind altering substances, including but limited to pain killers....notably the incredibly powerful ones I am on."
A sly grin appeared on his beaten and bruised face.
"So you're totally going to have to push me."
The nurse nodded and gave a hard push as to jolt him a little bit, he was a smart*** and everyone knew it.
He winced at the jolt, but still smiled.
"Nurse, Hyperspace ENGAGE!"
With that he was off again to his room, silently hoping Jakaar was not back yet. Finally the nurse had left him alone and it appeared that Jakaar was not back yet and he'd have a bit of privacy while awake, first time that had happened in weeks. His mother of course had wanted him at home in the family quarters, but he was a padawan, well on his way and he wasn't going to go home and cry to mommy and Arty, because he got a little hurt. Okay...a lot hurt.
He stood in his doorway and sighed, he'd never admit it but it was a good thing the nurse had pushed him back, there was no way he could've walked. Just staring at the distance between him and his desk was intimidating. He took a deep breath and slowly made his way over to his desk, it's chair an oasis which offered relief from the pain of movement, just a couple of steps left, the journey to the infirmary took more out of him than he cared to admit, but there was no denying it. Three, two and one...then of course there was hydrospanner on the floor that he did not see and stepped on, causing him to lose his balance, purple eyes widening as all he could think was that this was how much this was going to hurt.
His face smacked against the corner of his desk hard, breaking his nose, he fell to the floor grimacing in pain. This was just not fair, pained screams were stifled by his own will power, he didn't want anyone to hear him or he'd never get a moments peace, the pain turned to anger, an emotion the young Jedi was not used to feeling. He clenched his fists and pushed himself up, grabbing the datapad in one hand in the hydrospanner in the other.
He took a deep breath, blood flowing from both nostrils, down his upper lip, some into his mouth, the rest down his chin and neck, staining his tee shirt. This wasn't really going to be a good day was it? To hell with it he thought, he was just going to pretend it didn't happen, at least he would once he took care of something.
He set the datapad down on his desk while sitting down in his chair still gripping the hydrospanner. His lightsaber was all the way over on his night stand and there was simply no way he was going to get up, walk over there and get it. Screw that, he thought. He then called his hilt to his right hand while tossing the hydrospanner in the air with his left, his thumb finding the ignition, with the flick of the wrist he cut the hydrospanner in two. He wasn't done yet, before the two pieces fell he let out a mighty force push, sending both pieces into the wall, imbedding them a good quarter inch deep.
"Stupid thing."
Deactivating his lightsaber he set it down on the desk, he'd explain what happened later. Now was time for work, he grabbed some of his computer parts and turned the datapad on. The first thing he was going to do was run search based on his DNA to see if there were any possible matches in the Jedi temple, he didn't expect to find anything, but that's what he was going to splice into the Coruscant Police Department's network for if it came to it.
After just a few moments, four names popped up on the screen. The young Jedi rubbed his eyes and blinked in disbelief, he had four blood relatives at the temple, one of them being his mother which was obvious. Of the three others, two were respected Jedi Knights and one worked in the archives.
He instantly grabbed his comm device
::Chessa! It's Julian, can you like get here super quick? I need to show you something on my datapad and well, I really ca....n't walk th....ere.:: He sniffed, and tried to clear the blood from his throat so his voice was more clear. ::Anyway, like now!::
The young Jedi dropped his comm device and shook his head, he didn't mind being related to these three, but it just didn't make sense. Of three two were twins, but did not share enough of his own DNA to be possible parents and the ages really didn't match up either. They were both about twenty six and he was twelve, so yeah it was biologically possible, but not likely for Jedi.
Then the third, he was definitely old enough, but given his mother would have been seventeen when he was born and the other Jedi in his late twenties at the time of Julian's birth so it wasn't really likely to be him. It was of course possible and Julian entertained the thought for a moment, it could be, but he highly doubted it. That's not to say that he couldn't do a bit of digging on this particular Jedi to see who he was. The name was of course familiar, but he knew little else, so he might as well just wait for Chessa.
Purple eyes squinted shut as pain shot throughout his body as his painkillers were starting to really wear off now.
There was a classified file at the bottom of the page, he clicked it and was denied access. He really hoped Chessa was on her way, maybe she could help him make sense of all of this. In the mean time meditation might alleviate the pain a bit, but there were more pain pills on his night stand, but he really wasn't supposed to take anymore for at least three more hours.
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Re: Julian's Backstory
OOC: These posts ARE TORTURE POSTS
A Long Time Ago....
And then there was PAIN!
Rushing over every fiber of his being. The Padawan had experienced a lot of pain in his past, but nothing like this, nothing like this at all. When he was twelve a bomb had gone off and killed his first master and had broken more bones in his body than he cared to remember. This was nothing like that, this was a fire coarsing through his body that sought to rob him of his very self, of his very existence. His nineteen year old body wrenched in pain, he would die here, he knew it to be true, his entire self would be lost and there was nothing and there would be nothing.
"I KNOW WHO YOU ARE! THE TRUTH WILL NOT DIE WITH ME!"
More pain shot through his body and the world around him began to darken, there were gold spots and then there was nothing as he slipped out of consciousness...
Hours Later
Breath filled his lungs as he winced in pain, the nineteen year old Padawan tasted blood in his mouth and for a moment he had forgotten where he was, his entire mind was foggy. There was something amiss and he didn't know what, but he couldn't actively remember how he had gotten here, whereas mere hours before he had known exactly where he was...ish, and who had brought him here. The pain, it was coming from everywhere, but not nearly as severe as it had been when he blacked out. He tried to move his arms but they were restrained as were his legs. His robes were gone, he was there wearing his black long john moisture wicking underwear and nothing else, the matching shirt had been removed. Being half Zeltron his flesh was more pink than that of others, his purple eyes scanned the room as his chest rose and fell quickly, adrenaline kicking in. He reached out with the force.....
"Son of a!!!!!!!"
Pain shot through him again as he tried to reach out and sense his surroundings, it was if there was a block in place, his connection to the force was not severed but it was being restricted somehow.
"Where am I? Why am I here?!"
There was nothing but silence that followed no answers to his question, his jet black hair was matted with sweat and his Padawan braid was....gone. What?! Who would have removed that?! He had not been Knighted yet, but he was well on his way too. His borderline tendencies aside, he was a good Jedi, strong in the force, even if he fit the Guardian stereotype to the letter and frequently flirted with borderline tactics..
"They will never give in to you, I am one man, the Jedi is an order if I die, I die for the order and the Jedi, I'll never tell you what you need to know."
We already know what we need to know.
Pain of some electrical nature shot through every single millimeter of his body, the pain was so terrific that he almost vomited as he struggled against the restraints and tried free himself of this nightmare and this terrible place. Nothing could stop the pain and he began to see the stars again as his eyes darkened, but just before he lost consciousness the pain stopped and he let out a horrific scream.
"What do you want from me?!"
To forget young Jedi.
As if it couldn't possibly get any worse, pain coarsed through his body again, while lights shined in his eyes. The pain was worse than before, beyond his limits, he would surely die here, he could go into cardiac arrest and...a droid injected him with something straight into his left arm and his eyes shot opened again just as he was on the verge of blacking out. It must have been a pain killer, enough to keep him struggling through the pain.
Again the pain intensified and there was darkness, the stars were back and he lost consciousness.
Endless Days Later.....
Dried blood sat, speckled all over his pinkish body. The legs on his black long johns were torn and tattered revealing bare flesh and burns. His purple eyes opened, they burned with the bright lights shining in them, sweat liquified some of the dried blood and it ran down his cheeks and torso, then finally onto the table holding him up. The pain was dull now, he was almost numb to it. The block of the force was still there, but he felt there was a way around it, at least a way around it that his captors had not thought of. Who were his captors?
[[<<Nomi.....hear me.>>]]
A new surge of pain swept through his mind and he immediately blacked out again.
Moments Later
Dried blood sat, speckled all over his pinkish body. The legs on his black long johns were torn and tattered revealing bare flesh and burns. His purple eyes opened, the burned with the bright lights shining in his eyes, sweat liquified some of the dried blood and it ran down his cheeks and torso, then finally onto the table holding him up. The pain was dull now, he was almost numb to it. The block of the force was still there, but he felt there was a way around it, at least a way around it that his captors had not thought of. Who were his captors?
Who was he trying to reach?
This all seemed so familiar. Electric shock of some sort shot through his mind again and then there was darkness, the comfortably numb darkness that the pain brought with it. At least this brought him peace, peace that he could grasp. His conscious hours were full of suffering now, he was better left unconscious until death eventually came.
Hours Later
Purple eyes opened, but they were void. Hollow, where was he? How did he get here, his mind raced as the bright lights blinded him for the first time, for the thousandth time. His lightsaber, he was a Jedi right? Was he? He went to reach for it at his side only to find his arms unable to move as they were restrained. He moved his head to see his pink flesh of his arms and legs. The pain shot through him again, he was scared, tears rolled down his cheeks mixing with the sweat and blood. He was dehydrated, near the point of death, purple eyes widened and pupils dilated.
"Mom....mom, is that you? Mom, it hurts....it hurts so much, make it stop please Mom!"
Pain. Lights. Darkness.
Seconds
Purple eyes once again taking in the scene, he winced in the pain that his body was almost used to. His ribs were broken, his cheek bones fractured and they throbbed. He hadn't noticed this before, the electric like shock had overruled it. Who? Was he alive? How old was he? He tried to move only to find himself restrained, his pants gone now, but a medical bar covered his lower region, not for any privacy reasons but by accidental design. People in white coats stood over him now, the bright lights were gone.
Then there was the electric shock through mind again. It felt like the first time, in fact was it the first time? The pain was horrendous, he writhed in pain but the restraints kept him mostly still.
Then there was the force.
His mind focused and one of the men in the white coats went flying across the room and into shelf full of assorted medical equipment. There was a loud crash, muffled by the screams of the man who now had assorted bits of glass sticking him in various places.
Julian's restraints popped off and he shoved the the medical bar out of the way. He swung both legs over the side of the table as another man in a white coat tried to restrain him again, the sedative needle he held in his hand was redirected into the man's own throat through simple will of the half Zeltron.
Julian tried to stand, as the man in the white coat collapsed to the floor, but the half Zeltron's legs buckled and soon they were on him, a needle finding it's way into his arm, and then there was darkness again.
One Week Later....
Breathing was painful now, each breath was stabbing and shot shockwaves through his body. He was not aware of where he was or perhaps who he was, but the one thing that he was aware of was the pain and his connection to the force. A feeling that had been absent in the beginning, was now starting resurface and give him extra strength, despite his failing body. A non-force sensitive would have been dead by now, but the half Zeltron used the force to strengthen him, both consciously and subconsciously, his threshold for pain had increased and his will to live had triumphed over the some total of his surroundings.
He was still strapped to the same table, his muscle tone was beginning to diminish as they atrophied over time. The Jedi Padwan, had lost his sense of dignity and his sense of self. He had been without any clothes for over a week, not something in and of itself that was embarrassing, especially to a Jedi, but in the current situation it was demeaning, he was being treated like an animal and started to feel like one as well. His training, was lost in his mind, he retained his raw force power, but lacked the discipline had when he was brought here.
There were tubes inserted to his arms, feeding him nutrients and liquids. Even If he could get the restraints off, to move meant ripping the tubes out and for all he knew the tubes were helping to keep him alive. Eventually this all had to stop, there was no denying this, he was either going to die in this next several days or his captors would stop. His chest rose and fell laboriously, the pain of his breaths was so intense that it caused him to grimace in pain. This was not life and he was still no closer to understanding why he was brought here than when he arrived. Even if they would of told him, he would have forgotten by now, everything in his life was a blur. He could not remember his mother, his adoptive father, or just about anyone in his entire life. There was this profound sense of loss that pervaded over him, but as his memory was blank, he did not understand what it was for, perhaps it was his current situation, with cuts and dried blood all over his helpless body.
His entire time here had been one great adventure in pain, first there was the electricity or some variant of it, this yielded to more severe forms of pain. Three of his fingernails had been pulled out from their roots, the pads of nail beds caked in blood. Then there were the burns, the burns were the worst of it. The red hot metal, being lowered onto various parts of his body, searing and sizzling as it contacted his bare flesh, the smell was unimaginable as was the pain, he could only endure this for a few moments before subliming to shock, generally they paired this with the electricity and he we would pass out after a few seconds. Only to be awakened by the bright lights, and inability to remember what had happened to him.
His pink flesh was a disaster zone, the cuts, and scarred flesh made him look as if he had some sort of flesh eating bacteria, his body was destroyed and it was obvious to him at least that death would come soon. He not only knew this was going to happen, but he was beginning to long for it, death brought with it a sweet release from the pain. The thought was more appealing to him than all of his carnal needs combined, he lusted after the thought to the point of dreaming of it when he passed out from the pain. This thought yielded to anger that surged through the empty shell of a Jedi that he had become sense he had arrived here.
He paused as the electricity passed through his body again, he wrenched in pain but fought it off, he was becoming physically weaker yet more mentally tough than one could possibly imagine, the thoughts of death that lingered in his mind faded as he fought against the electricity, he longed for a weapon, a way to strike out against his captors and make them pay for what they had done to him. He envisioned himself, with a lightsaber, stabbing each of them, careful not to hit any vital organs, so they would feel every last inch of flesh that his blade would burn from them, just as he had felt. He would let them die slowly, they deserved nothing less than that. What they had done to him was terrible and if he were to get the chance, they would understand the true extent of his pain, the true extent of the suffering he had endured here in a way that now only he could understand.
He hated them.
A Long Time Ago....
And then there was PAIN!
Rushing over every fiber of his being. The Padawan had experienced a lot of pain in his past, but nothing like this, nothing like this at all. When he was twelve a bomb had gone off and killed his first master and had broken more bones in his body than he cared to remember. This was nothing like that, this was a fire coarsing through his body that sought to rob him of his very self, of his very existence. His nineteen year old body wrenched in pain, he would die here, he knew it to be true, his entire self would be lost and there was nothing and there would be nothing.
"I KNOW WHO YOU ARE! THE TRUTH WILL NOT DIE WITH ME!"
More pain shot through his body and the world around him began to darken, there were gold spots and then there was nothing as he slipped out of consciousness...
Hours Later
Breath filled his lungs as he winced in pain, the nineteen year old Padawan tasted blood in his mouth and for a moment he had forgotten where he was, his entire mind was foggy. There was something amiss and he didn't know what, but he couldn't actively remember how he had gotten here, whereas mere hours before he had known exactly where he was...ish, and who had brought him here. The pain, it was coming from everywhere, but not nearly as severe as it had been when he blacked out. He tried to move his arms but they were restrained as were his legs. His robes were gone, he was there wearing his black long john moisture wicking underwear and nothing else, the matching shirt had been removed. Being half Zeltron his flesh was more pink than that of others, his purple eyes scanned the room as his chest rose and fell quickly, adrenaline kicking in. He reached out with the force.....
"Son of a!!!!!!!"
Pain shot through him again as he tried to reach out and sense his surroundings, it was if there was a block in place, his connection to the force was not severed but it was being restricted somehow.
"Where am I? Why am I here?!"
There was nothing but silence that followed no answers to his question, his jet black hair was matted with sweat and his Padawan braid was....gone. What?! Who would have removed that?! He had not been Knighted yet, but he was well on his way too. His borderline tendencies aside, he was a good Jedi, strong in the force, even if he fit the Guardian stereotype to the letter and frequently flirted with borderline tactics..
"They will never give in to you, I am one man, the Jedi is an order if I die, I die for the order and the Jedi, I'll never tell you what you need to know."
We already know what we need to know.
Pain of some electrical nature shot through every single millimeter of his body, the pain was so terrific that he almost vomited as he struggled against the restraints and tried free himself of this nightmare and this terrible place. Nothing could stop the pain and he began to see the stars again as his eyes darkened, but just before he lost consciousness the pain stopped and he let out a horrific scream.
"What do you want from me?!"
To forget young Jedi.
As if it couldn't possibly get any worse, pain coarsed through his body again, while lights shined in his eyes. The pain was worse than before, beyond his limits, he would surely die here, he could go into cardiac arrest and...a droid injected him with something straight into his left arm and his eyes shot opened again just as he was on the verge of blacking out. It must have been a pain killer, enough to keep him struggling through the pain.
Again the pain intensified and there was darkness, the stars were back and he lost consciousness.
Endless Days Later.....
Dried blood sat, speckled all over his pinkish body. The legs on his black long johns were torn and tattered revealing bare flesh and burns. His purple eyes opened, they burned with the bright lights shining in them, sweat liquified some of the dried blood and it ran down his cheeks and torso, then finally onto the table holding him up. The pain was dull now, he was almost numb to it. The block of the force was still there, but he felt there was a way around it, at least a way around it that his captors had not thought of. Who were his captors?
[[<<Nomi.....hear me.>>]]
A new surge of pain swept through his mind and he immediately blacked out again.
Moments Later
Dried blood sat, speckled all over his pinkish body. The legs on his black long johns were torn and tattered revealing bare flesh and burns. His purple eyes opened, the burned with the bright lights shining in his eyes, sweat liquified some of the dried blood and it ran down his cheeks and torso, then finally onto the table holding him up. The pain was dull now, he was almost numb to it. The block of the force was still there, but he felt there was a way around it, at least a way around it that his captors had not thought of. Who were his captors?
Who was he trying to reach?
This all seemed so familiar. Electric shock of some sort shot through his mind again and then there was darkness, the comfortably numb darkness that the pain brought with it. At least this brought him peace, peace that he could grasp. His conscious hours were full of suffering now, he was better left unconscious until death eventually came.
Hours Later
Purple eyes opened, but they were void. Hollow, where was he? How did he get here, his mind raced as the bright lights blinded him for the first time, for the thousandth time. His lightsaber, he was a Jedi right? Was he? He went to reach for it at his side only to find his arms unable to move as they were restrained. He moved his head to see his pink flesh of his arms and legs. The pain shot through him again, he was scared, tears rolled down his cheeks mixing with the sweat and blood. He was dehydrated, near the point of death, purple eyes widened and pupils dilated.
"Mom....mom, is that you? Mom, it hurts....it hurts so much, make it stop please Mom!"
Pain. Lights. Darkness.
Seconds
Purple eyes once again taking in the scene, he winced in the pain that his body was almost used to. His ribs were broken, his cheek bones fractured and they throbbed. He hadn't noticed this before, the electric like shock had overruled it. Who? Was he alive? How old was he? He tried to move only to find himself restrained, his pants gone now, but a medical bar covered his lower region, not for any privacy reasons but by accidental design. People in white coats stood over him now, the bright lights were gone.
Then there was the electric shock through mind again. It felt like the first time, in fact was it the first time? The pain was horrendous, he writhed in pain but the restraints kept him mostly still.
Then there was the force.
His mind focused and one of the men in the white coats went flying across the room and into shelf full of assorted medical equipment. There was a loud crash, muffled by the screams of the man who now had assorted bits of glass sticking him in various places.
Julian's restraints popped off and he shoved the the medical bar out of the way. He swung both legs over the side of the table as another man in a white coat tried to restrain him again, the sedative needle he held in his hand was redirected into the man's own throat through simple will of the half Zeltron.
Julian tried to stand, as the man in the white coat collapsed to the floor, but the half Zeltron's legs buckled and soon they were on him, a needle finding it's way into his arm, and then there was darkness again.
One Week Later....
Breathing was painful now, each breath was stabbing and shot shockwaves through his body. He was not aware of where he was or perhaps who he was, but the one thing that he was aware of was the pain and his connection to the force. A feeling that had been absent in the beginning, was now starting resurface and give him extra strength, despite his failing body. A non-force sensitive would have been dead by now, but the half Zeltron used the force to strengthen him, both consciously and subconsciously, his threshold for pain had increased and his will to live had triumphed over the some total of his surroundings.
He was still strapped to the same table, his muscle tone was beginning to diminish as they atrophied over time. The Jedi Padwan, had lost his sense of dignity and his sense of self. He had been without any clothes for over a week, not something in and of itself that was embarrassing, especially to a Jedi, but in the current situation it was demeaning, he was being treated like an animal and started to feel like one as well. His training, was lost in his mind, he retained his raw force power, but lacked the discipline had when he was brought here.
There were tubes inserted to his arms, feeding him nutrients and liquids. Even If he could get the restraints off, to move meant ripping the tubes out and for all he knew the tubes were helping to keep him alive. Eventually this all had to stop, there was no denying this, he was either going to die in this next several days or his captors would stop. His chest rose and fell laboriously, the pain of his breaths was so intense that it caused him to grimace in pain. This was not life and he was still no closer to understanding why he was brought here than when he arrived. Even if they would of told him, he would have forgotten by now, everything in his life was a blur. He could not remember his mother, his adoptive father, or just about anyone in his entire life. There was this profound sense of loss that pervaded over him, but as his memory was blank, he did not understand what it was for, perhaps it was his current situation, with cuts and dried blood all over his helpless body.
His entire time here had been one great adventure in pain, first there was the electricity or some variant of it, this yielded to more severe forms of pain. Three of his fingernails had been pulled out from their roots, the pads of nail beds caked in blood. Then there were the burns, the burns were the worst of it. The red hot metal, being lowered onto various parts of his body, searing and sizzling as it contacted his bare flesh, the smell was unimaginable as was the pain, he could only endure this for a few moments before subliming to shock, generally they paired this with the electricity and he we would pass out after a few seconds. Only to be awakened by the bright lights, and inability to remember what had happened to him.
His pink flesh was a disaster zone, the cuts, and scarred flesh made him look as if he had some sort of flesh eating bacteria, his body was destroyed and it was obvious to him at least that death would come soon. He not only knew this was going to happen, but he was beginning to long for it, death brought with it a sweet release from the pain. The thought was more appealing to him than all of his carnal needs combined, he lusted after the thought to the point of dreaming of it when he passed out from the pain. This thought yielded to anger that surged through the empty shell of a Jedi that he had become sense he had arrived here.
He paused as the electricity passed through his body again, he wrenched in pain but fought it off, he was becoming physically weaker yet more mentally tough than one could possibly imagine, the thoughts of death that lingered in his mind faded as he fought against the electricity, he longed for a weapon, a way to strike out against his captors and make them pay for what they had done to him. He envisioned himself, with a lightsaber, stabbing each of them, careful not to hit any vital organs, so they would feel every last inch of flesh that his blade would burn from them, just as he had felt. He would let them die slowly, they deserved nothing less than that. What they had done to him was terrible and if he were to get the chance, they would understand the true extent of his pain, the true extent of the suffering he had endured here in a way that now only he could understand.
He hated them.
"I'm just a Jedi."