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Kitiara Stareth  |
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ComNet n00b
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Female
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Human
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August 28
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| Date Joined: |
August 29, 2005
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September 20, 2005 at
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http://www.fanfiction.net/u/768376/ |
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Name: Kitiara Stareth
Callsign: Kitiara Stareth
Age: 18
Height: 5'5
Weight: 127 lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue-green
Place of Birth: Empress Teta
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Kitiara is a easy going person with a charmasic attiude and indeptent. She's always quick to defend her friends or stand by thier side in arugements and enjoys good fights or challenges, holding a record for catina fights and duels.
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[quote]Kitiara Stareth was born on the planet Koros Major renamed as Empress Teta. She grew up immersed in the history of firearms, weapons training and was orphaned at twelve years of age when her parents were killed in a raid of Rebels attacking their convoy.
Adopted by her brother's wife, Kitiara learned the hard ways of combat from Sara Sacree and left her aunt for dead on an abandoned planet after trying to convince the wayward Kitiara to deflect to the Rebellion.
Kitiara ran away from her family's past and enlisted in the Imperial Navy.
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"No... How can you talk like that, Aunt Sara? The Rebels killed my father and mother!"
Sara sighed as she stared at her eighteen year old niece, and counted to ten in her head. "Kitiara Stareth for once in your wayward life listen to me!" Sara slammed her pistol down on the table in between the two women on [i]the Careless Crane.[/i]
"They killed your parents, but the Imperial Empire is no better! Your brother was resigning the day he died, because he was ordered to kill innocent slaves your age for the lack of work they where causing!"
"Then he was..." Kitiara turned silent as her aunt looked at her and assumed that her quietness had meant that the young adult was going to submit and come along willingly.
"I'm glad you're going to come with me, Kit... I can't think of life without you by my side in the war, fighting." Sara smiled at her niece and kissed her on the forehead before she turned away to grab a drink from the dispenser.
Kitiara picked up the blaster pistol and handled it, looking at the name notched into its side. "This [i]was[/i] Troy's blaster."
Sara nodded as she lifted the mug to her lips, "that was all that was left of your brother. They got him good, those stormtroopers did."
Kit coldly flicked the safety lock off as she raised the blaster pistol up, "get out and I won't kill you."
Sara looked blankly at her niece, "what are you doing, Kit?"
Kit grinned feral, "I'm leaving and you're staying, here on the planet. Dead or alive... I don't care. You called Troy a traitor, be thankful that I'm not torching you."
Sara's eyes widened in shock, "no Kit, don't... you don't know what you're doing." She reached across as Kit walked around the table and tossed a duffel bag full of clothes and some food rations at her aunt.
"You'll live, or someone will come and rescue you. Maybe your [i]precious [i/] Rebels will come and save you." Kitiara sneered.
"Kit. You're making a mistake." Sara didn't say anymore as she rushed her niece who acted out of reflex and pulled the trigger.
The blaster shot thudded into Sara's chest, directly through her heart. Kit didn't blink as her aunt slid to the floor, her eyes opened wide in pain and shock.
"You're no better than the rest of them, Aunt Sara." Kit said as the tears brimmed in her eyes and she looked away, clutching the blaster pistol to her chest.
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The rest of the trip was a blur for Kitiara, leaving the ship at the port and taking what little valuables they had with them on the ship and selling them at the port.
She caught the next shuttle outbound and traveled the Imperial Navy Academy and enlisted there. Her past was behind her, and the future was bright for the young woman.
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Looking back doesn't make any difference. Buck up, get a life, look into the future - that's where your path lies. |
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