Not much is known about Darth Noctress’ life. Even to those deemed her allies, she spoke little of her past. What very few did learn about her, however, was that she was once a mother, known only as Greela. She was a single mother to two young children, her husband having died by a kwazel maw before the children were born. Life on Rodia alone was hostile and difficult, but it was more so for a single mother looking after two children by herself. She was able to at least avoid the viscous wildlife, but sadly they were not the only threat. 

  If it wasn’t the creatures that made life a struggle on Rodia, it was the Rodians themselves, who have committed so much to hunting and bloodlust, that there were many who took to hunting each other. And Greela and her children had accidentally happened upon a clan of such Rodians. As they tried to escape, Greela was injured, having been shot. Slowly fading from consciousness, she pleaded for her children to run. The children reluctantly ran, seeing the hunters closing in. Though they ran with everything they had, their pursuers caught up to them. Greela watched in horror, begging for her children to be spared. When her pleas fell on deaf ears, the hunter’s open fired, leaving Greela only to scream for her children, her hand outstretched in vein attempt to reach them.

  To her own shock and to everyone around to see it, the blaster fire hovered still in mid air, stopped from reaching their target. Greela, for the first time in her life, was holding back the blasts, using the force. But as powerful a moment as this moment was, the barrage was slowly being to move, Greela’s fading consciousness causing her to lose her grip. She yelled for her children to run. As they quickly did so, one of the hunters approached the Rodian mother and knocked her unconscious with the back of his rifle.

  Greela woke up in an unknown environment, appearing as a medical facility, her wounds having been treated. An unknown person entered, adorned in black attire, to speak with her about her awakened abilities over the force and how it lead him to find her. But of course the only information that had value to Greela was the whereabouts of her children. The answer left her devastated, for this person didn’t make it to save her children. But Greela’s savior revealed that he did track down the clan of Rodian hunters responsible. He offered that he would grant her revenge, in exchange for her services as an apprentice, to submit to the dark side of the force. The grieving mother, who had lost her family, accepted.

…

  Roughly twenty years later, Greela, now under the name Darth Noctress, wandered the crowded markets of Tatooine, in search of a presence that had recently made itself known. She wondered if this was what her now deceased master felt upon discovering her. It lead her to what seemed to be a palace, where the Sith Lord could sense not just a force user but a variety of lives quickly being extinguished. Darth Noctress entered slowly, her guard up as she blaster fire and very violent screaming. When she entered the main atrium of the palace, she saw countless dead bodies littering the room and one girl, potentially late teen to adult, panting sharply, clearly not in a stable state. The girl quickly lifted a table off the floor and hurled it at the Sith Lord, who managed to catch it and shatter it on the wall.

  Seeing Darth Noctress had the same ability, the girl backed up into a corner in fear. Noctress slowly approached the girl, seeing she was unlike any species she saw, though much of her vocal sounds made her think of the Tusken Raiders. Perhaps that was what she was. Suspecting this as the case, Noctress knew how uncomfortable she must be to be seen outside of the garments for a Tusken. She tore down the nearby curtain and gently blanketed the shivering creature in it. The Tusken paused in recognition of this gesture and suddenly ensnared Noctress in a tight hug as she wept. This behavior lead the Sith Lord to embrace the child, stroking her head maternally, old feelings of motherhood warming the Rodian’s heart. She helped the Tusken up and guided her out of the palace with her, her words echoing softly through the halls as she decided the fate of what almost felt like her now adopted daughter. “From this moment on, you shall serve as my apprentice. I will teach you the way of the dark side and you will become a powerful Sith Lord. Hence forth, you shall be Darth Malfa.”

Enjoy.

(Please Comment)