Thought I would share.

[Tyreek]

The following is something I wrote a VERY long time ago in an attempt to give some history the Trelicorre brothers. It's bad, I realize reading it now... and unfinished. Probably to remain that way. But I thought I'd let you all have a crack at it..... Here goes.

"Take the Boys!!.." He heard in his sleep the yelling in the other room. "They will pay my debt, take the boys..." The young boy sat up in bed to see two strange men enter the room. "Daddy!! Daddy!!" he yelled. One of the men slapped him across the face while the other violently snatched his little brother from his bed. "Leave Trayce alone...Daddy!!!!!" He yelled again with no response. The second stranger left the room with Trayce, crying and screaming, and walked out of the house.

The first stranger slapped him across the face again. "Shut up you little brat!!" the man yelled, grabbing him by the hair and dragging him into the next room. The Boy struggled free for a second and grabbed at his father. "Daddy please!!!! Help me Daddy!!!" begging for protection. In a low unfeeling tone the boys’ father uttered one sentence "It's either you or me Tassos."

Montor Trelicorre had once been a talented architect on Alderaan. Unfortunately shortly after the birth of his second son, Trayce, he began to change. Late nights out in the cantina led to a spice addiction. Then Montor found himself gambling on everything that could be gambled on. He lost the Family ranch on Alderaan and moved the family to Tatooine. Unfortunately the change of scenery did not help.

Debts got larger and his addiction to spice grew worse. His wife, Binal, was murdered by Jabba the Hutts "debt collectors" as a warning to pay up. Montor told his boys that she was in a shuttle accident. So now is his last attempt to save his life, he’s giving his sons to Jabba to pay his debt.

Tassos looked up at his father with his mouth partially open. How could this man, his own father, be giving him away? Tassos felt his skin getting warm. Anger began to course through him. The thug grabbed him from behind and began to drag him from the room. Suddenly in a calm emotionless voice Tassos uttered "No!”

"Why is it so bright" Tassos thought to himself. Finding himself outside in the hot dry air of Tatooine, "Where am I" he asked himself. Disoriented, hot, and sweaty Tassos attempted to recall what had happened. He went to wipe the sweat from his brow that’s when he noticed the blood. It was dripping from his hands and as he looked down he realized he was covered in blood. He suddenly turned around to see the small home that he lived in and a trail of blood leading to the front door.

He stumbled back towards the house. Still confused, he slowly pushed at the door and peeked inside. What he saw in the house terrified him and he turned around and began to run. "Oh no...Oh no" he thought as he ran. He knew now the blood that was covering him was that of his Father and the thug that tried to take him. "What did I do??" he thought. Suddenly more of his memory returned. He stopped dead in his tracks and whispered to himself "Trayce".

Tassos knew he had to find his little brother. He ran almost half a Kilometer across the desert to the nearest home. Banging on the door screaming, "Help me!!! Please help me!!".

The door swung open to reveal a short pudgy moisture farmer. "Oh my word!!!" the man tattered. "What happened to you little boy?" Tassos’ mind began racing. Would this man help a nine year old murderer? "Sand People!!" Tassos shouted. "Sand People killed my Father and his friend". The Man walked out the door and looked around nervously. "You'd better get in here boy" the Man said.

Once inside Tassos sat down on the floor and began to cry. The Man picked up his comm link and called into Mos Entha to report the attack. The boys mind was still ablaze with thoughts. "If the police come will they find out? Will they believe it was sand people?" he thought to himself. "No they'll know it was me. Run, and keep running"

Years passed. Tassos, now twelve, had learned to live on his own in the harsh desert of Tatooine. He could not understand what was wrong with him. How was he able to kill two grown men with his bare hands? How could he have survived this long? He found himself able to track and predict the movements of the creatures he hunted for food. He could also sense their fear as he ended their lives. A short time after he ran away he realized that just eating the flesh of these creatures was not enough in the cruel desert. He began to drink the blood of his kills as a means to hydrate himself, at times becoming quite sick due to the various toxins and poisons in the blood of some creatures. However over time he began to resist the effects of these toxins.

Early one morning as he was tracking a dragonet, he felt something. He stopped dead in his tracks and fell to his knees. He heard the voice of a young boy crying "I won't do it again, sir". He knew that voice, it was Trayce, and he was nearby and in pain. Tassos attempted to focus on the crying, to follow it. He walked for days ignoring everything, just concentrating on that voice. He soon found himself on the outskirts of Mos Espa. This is where he lost track of his brother. He could sense hundreds of thousands of feelings, voices, and thoughts. He did not know how to shut them out.

He decided to continue into the city thinking he may find some clue to where Trayce had gone. As he walked through the city he began to feel as if someone was watching him. He looked around nervously, at every face, no one was even paying attention to this little twelve year old in dirty tattered clothing that was two sizes too small. The feeling still troubled him, and he could not ignore it.

He continued to head deeper into the city. More voices in his head, more thoughts he could not block out. The street was becoming crowded with people as he approached the Star port. Suddenly he was grabbed by the arm. A member of the Mos Espa security force had him by the arm and began to drag him away from the crowd.

"Is this one of the boys" he heard the Security Officer yell. Tassos began to struggle. He was terrified of being arrested. "Do they know what I have done and who I am???" he thought to himself. The Officer suddenly reached back as if he was going to hit Tassos in the face. Sensing the strike he reacted. He pulled himself back, yanking free as the Officers fist narrowly missed his face. As the officer stumbled forward, off balance from his missed punch, Tassos swung back striking the officer square in the jaw. The Officer crumbled to the ground, out cold.

Suddenly panicked Tassos ran into the star port, losing himself in the crowd. He knew he would be trapped there if he could not get out. Searching throughout the star port for a way out he opened a door and saw a starship preparing for take off. The cargo door was still open, and he saw no one nearby. He bolted as fast as he could and jumped through the door. He found a corner behind two large containers and sat down. Where was this ship heading to?? How is he ever going to find Trayce?? Thoughts raced as the cargo hold went dark. The door had been closed and now he could hear the ships engines rumble to life. Tired and scared, he closed his eyes and whispered to himself "I will find you Trayce".

Huddled in the corner of this cargo hold, Tassos attempted to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes he could hear his little brother crying, and he awoke. He could feel the moods of the crew of the ship. He began to wonder once again, what was wrong with him, how can he feel these things.

Suddenly he felt a great tension rising aboard the ship, nervous thoughts and feelings, suddenly turning to fear. The ship then began to shake violently, alarms sounding. Where a second ago the there were thoughts of fear, were now thoughts of sheer terror.

Explosions of blaster fire began to rock the outer hull of the ship. All Tassos could do was cower in his corner, feeling the terror of the crew as his own. He began to get clearer and clearer pictures of their thoughts. "Oh my god, they're going to board us" thought one young man as he ran by the door to the cargo hold.

Suddenly the blaster fire stopped, and the ships engines were quiet. A strange silence fell over the crew. Tassos remained still in the cargo hold, as Storm troopers began to search the ship. He could feel each crew member, suddenly filled with pure terror.....and then just as quickly silenced.

A single Trooper walked into the hold, sweeping it for activity. The trooper noticed Tassos, huddled in the corner and whimpering. "I've got one down in the cargo hold. It's a child sir." the trooper tattered over his comm link. "Bring it aboard the ship for questioning, stun him if he resists" was the reply.

"You have to come with me now son." The Trooper uttered. "Son?" Tassos whispered, suddenly feeling the same anger coursing through him. The last man that called him son had tried to give him to a hutt to save his own life. The Trooper lowered his weapon and reached out as if to grab Tassos’ hand. Tassos took the opportunity and reached up with his left hand. Just as the trooper grasped his hand Tassos jumped to his feet and swung his right as hard as he could into the troopers elbow, shattering his armor and bending the troopers arm backwards.

As the trooper howled in pain Tassos ran, trying to find a way off the ship. Rounding a corner he saw three more troopers and heard the first troopers call for help over their comm. "He's running... damn kid broke my arm". The troopers quickly switched their rifles to stun and opened fire. The first stun blast connected right in the middle of the boys back, but he continued to run. A second blast, then a third, finally dropped the boy to the ground.

Groggy and dazed, Tassos saw the lights of the ships corridors passing above him, Hearing indistinct chatter every now and then. "This one needs energy restraints"..."Contact Lord Vader". Feeling himself slipping off into unconsciousness, the last thing he saw was an Imperial officer standing over him. Blue face, intense red eyes, staring at him, “Emperor Palpatine will want to meet you” was the lasts words he heard before passing out.

“I swear Jabba!!! This was all he had!!!” Jabba the Hutt stared silently at the man as if contemplating his truthfulness. He then whispered to his protocol droid. “The Almighty Jabba states that no child is a fair trade for what the Trelicorre man owed him” The droid tattered. Jabbas collector was on his knees, shaking in fear, looking down through the ornate grating on the floor. “Please Jabba, this was all I could get, I would have died if...” Jabba cut him off angrily. “Song pich aley!!!” Immediately Jabba slammed his massive hand down on the switch, opening the trap door and sending the collector to become his Rancor’s next snack.

Jabba began laughing mightily as he watched his Rancor at play. “Koose je ta Bunkee!!” Jabba ordered. A guard stepped forward, dragging a frightened little human boy behind him. Jabba stared at the boy as he lay in front of him, curled up in a ball and shivering in fear. “Hees nobada topa je me” Jabba said quietly. Suddenly a voice from the back of the gallery rang out. “Jabba, I will make this boy useful for you” Jabba looked down at the boy, then up at the woman speaking. A short Twi’lek woman with yellow skin and bright green eyes stepped to the front of the gallery. “I will teach him to entertain you mighty Jabba.” The woman said softly. Jabba sat silently for a minute then leaned once again to the protocol droid. “The almighty Jabba has agreed to your request, but he cautions, should the boy cause any trouble, you will both die”. The woman did not respond, just bowed her head to Jabba, and then led the boy away.

Through what seemed to be a maze of dark, dirty hallways, the boy saw all manner of things that he had never seen. So many different alien species, each one more frightening than the next in his mind. The woman finally led him into a small room, a tiny bed on one side and a small counter on the other. “So do you have a name??” the woman asked politely. “T-t-t-trayce” the boy whispered. “Well nice to meet you Trayce, I am Ral’rai” Trayce sat on the bed, still shivering with fear, not wanting to look Ral’rai in the eyes. “So how did a boy like you end up here?” she inquired. Trayce started sobbing quietly. He didn’t even know why he was here. All he could remember was the man ripping him from his bed. “I’m scared” Trayce whispered. Ral’rai took a moment looking at the boy, and then finally replied. “Well as long as you’re here keep your eyes and hands to yourself, and do everything I tell you to do and you will be fine”

As time in the servitude of Jabba passed, Trayce became educated in many forms of entertainment. Ral’rai taught the boy to dance and sing. She tried to teach the boy everything she could to keep him a useful part of Jabbas slave force until he was big enough to handle the forced labor that all of Jabbas male slaves had to do. Eventually Trayce told Ral all he knew of what had happened. Waking up that morning, being taken away from his father and his brother, the desire within him to reunite with his family. Ral’rai knew in her heart that Trayce would never make it outside the palace; rarely did a slave leave Jabba unless they were dead. Trayce however, insisted he would find a way.

Years passed one into the next. For the most part Trayce went unnoticed among the throngs of scum that passed through Jabbas palace. Then, at fifteen years old, Trayces’ life took a new turn. One night on his way back to his room, he saw Ral’rai being taken away by two men he had not seen before. His mind raced, he had been torn from his real family. Now the only person he can consider family is being taken away. “Ral!!” Trayce yelled “What’s going on??” Ral’rai turned to Trayce with tears in her eyes, “I’ve been sold Trayce. I have to go now.” She didn’t want to see how Trayce reacted, she couldn’t handle it. Trayce had other ideas. He lunged at one of the men, determined to keep them from taking her. He soon learned what a mistake that was. The two men proceeded to beat Trayce until he was unconscious. When he awoke he could barely move and Ral was gone.

Surprisingly, Jabba spared Trayces life and “enlisted” him to train with one of his pilots. Trayce picked up piloting star fighters quickly, though he never really got the hang of flying the bigger freighters. During the years that followed piloting wasn’t the only skill he learned. At every opportunity Trayce could be found mingling amongst the Bounty Hunters, Guards, and any other weapon toting lowlife who had the misfortune of dealing with Jabba. Trayce made a habit of trying to pick up as much as he could. He would ask hunters for tips on tracking, and a few of the guards helped him to practice firing a blaster.

By the time Trayce hit twenty he had quite the skill for a little orphan from Tatooine. He especially seemed to excel in the use of explosives. So much so that Jabba began to give him special assignments. Taking out rivals supplies and shops were among the tasks that were bestowed upon him. One particular mission on Dantooine would bring news that Trayce had been waiting for. A small time hustler had come into possession of a spice shipment that had been dumped by one of Jabbas couriers. Jabba ordered Trayce to retrieve the spice and leave the hustler with nothing.

Arriving on Dantooine, it did not take long to find his target and complete his mission. Passing through the star port on the way to his ship Trayce stopped as if he had seen a ghost. Staring across the boarding platform, he saw a gray haired man boarding a transport. “Dad?” Trayce said quietly. Then he tried to run to the platform. By the time he reached the transport it had already launched. Suddenly feeling frantic, he rushed inside to speak with the star port staff. “That transport that just left, I need to know where it’s going?” A Bothan man behind the counter replied smugly, “Sir you’ll have to wait in line then I’ll answer your question”

Trayce suddenly became furious, grabbing the Bothan by the ears and slamming his head into the counter. “I’ll tell you what…” Trayce said calmly as he slowly pulled a thermal detonator from his pack. “How about you tell me where that transport was going, and I won’t set this thing off in your face.” The crowded line that Trayce had cut in front of suddenly scattered screaming. Stuttering nervously the man agreed, “l-let’s see here...” the poor man fumbled through his flight manifests, dripping with sweat, and trying to hide the fact that he urinated all over himself. “Naboo, that one was headed for Naboo”. Trayce sighed slightly, “Now I need to see the passenger list” The Bothan thought about stating company policy to Trayce, and then noticed the detonator still in his hand. “Right away, sir!”

Trayce looked down the list of passengers, still holding the detonator in his hand. Suddenly his eyes widened and mouth fell open. Almost at the bottom of the list he saw a familiar name.

Passenger 122: Trelicorre, Tursto Destination: Niflheim, Naboo Layover: Theed, Naboo


“Arnie, Long range transmission to the Inquisitorius.” R9-Z7 beeped in recognition of the command. “Inquisitor Trelicorre reporting. Target tracked to Aeten II. Target resisted capture, Target destroyed” Standing in what once was one of the smaller crystal mines of Aeten II, Tassos took a moment to look around. Looking down at the body of his unnamed target, he sighed deeply. As an Inquisitor of the Empire, Tassos had been hunting down and capturing or killing possible Jedi, and force sensitives that were not lost in the Great Jedi Purge. “Well Arnie, let’s get out of here” The R9 unit beeped in agreement.

During the long flight back to the deep core, an uneasy feeling began to overwhelm Tassos. During his 10 years of training on Byss he had been subjected to not only harsh physical training, but mental training as well. This was done in order to block out the thoughts of all but force sensitive targets. This feeling though, was familiar. “Arnie? What inhabited planets are in this sector?” R9 replied with a long string of beeps and whistles until Tassos cut him off. “Dantooine? Change course for Dantooine.”

Tassos waited a moment, as R9 spewed a long series of objecting beeps and grinds. “Listen Arnie, set course for Dantooine now or I can eject you here and go without you” R9 fell silent as the ship changed course. “Long range transmission to the Inquisitorius. This is Inquisitor Trelicorre, I seem to be experiencing an engine malfunction, landing on Dantooine for repairs”

“I’m sorry sir your ID codes are current, but our star port is closed due to an Imperial investigation.” The crackled voice chimed over the comm. Tassos defiantly replied “I am an Imperial inquisitor, you will clear me to land or you will find yourself in an interrogation chamber!” Silence fell over the comm for a minute. “You are clear to land, enjoy your stay on Dantooine.” Tassos shut down the communicator, not offering a reply.

Upon touch down a squad of Storm troopers quickly greeted Tassos. The Nervous Squad leader approached, visibly frightened. “I was not aware an inquisitor was dispatched for this investigation as well?” Tassos, not even looking at the trooper, replied “I wasn’t, but now that I’m here why don’t you fill me in on the situation”. “Well sir, 3 days ago a member of the Star port staff was assaulted by a man waving a thermal detonator.” Tassos stopped with a puzzled look on his face. “Sergeant, every minute of every day there is someone waving a thermal detonator around. Why is this even being investigated?” The Trooper seemed reluctant, but answered “Well the suspect had a pack full of explosives according to witnesses, and the clerk reported he stole the passenger manifest for a shuttle bound for Naboo.” “Naboo?” This concerned Tassos. Shortly after taking up post as an Inquisitor, Tassos had found his older brother Tursto. Tursto was 15 years older than Tassos, and had left home long before he was born. Over the past few Years the two became close, and Tassos even took up residence on Naboo. He was worried about some madman running around with a pack full of explosives on his planet. “Guess I’m heading to Naboo.”


Stepping down out of the shuttle, Trayce was impressed. Three large statues standing watch over the shuttle port, backed by a large garden. Trayce could see city hall right across the square, “Impressive” he said to himself. This was Niflheim, a city founded by the Empire to house some of its more distinguished officers. The shuttle he had just got off was full, and most of the passengers headed to the Mall, a few others headed off to do unknown things, and some headed straight for the cantina.

Trayce took a moment or two to look around. After spending so much time on Tatooine and other outer rim worlds, this was a paradise. He began to make his way to the cantina. As he got closer, the familiar sound of a nalargon playing got louder. Walking into the cantina was almost a flashback for Trayce. The music, the smell of Corellian ale, the beautiful dancers. Only difference was that there was no loud slimy Hutt in the room. He ordered a drink, and then sat down to watch the show.

For the most part he wound up staring at the dancer on stage. He hadn’t seen many human women. Jabba didn’t particularly care for their company. But of the human women he had seen, she was the most beautiful. As the song ended the man on the nalargon announced, “Thank y’all for comin to the Blue Note, I’m Thelonious, and this is the lovely Idura. We’re gonna be takin a break so enjoy the drinks crackas!!!” Just as they headed off stage Trayce noticed that same man he had seen on Dantooine sitting at a table to the left of the stage. From everything in his memory, this man was the spitting image of his father. He seemed to be having a rather heated discussion with the twi’lek woman he was sitting with.

Heart pounding, palms sweaty, Trayce walked over to the table. As he got there he could tell the two were arguing, but he was so nervous he couldn’t make out the words. Suddenly he realized the two of them were staring at him. “Is there something I can do for you?” Tursto said. Trayce couldn’t help it anymore, looking Tursto straight in the eye he uttered “Dad?” In what seemed like less than a second, a hand came flying across the table connecting squarely with Turstos' jaw nearly knocking him off his chair. “AAAAHHHH….Damnit Renni what was that for?!?!?!” Renni rose from her chair “Your never around anymore, spend months at a time away, and now you have a kid? Goodbye Tursto.” Tursto stumbled trying to grab her as she walked by, but missed. “I have no idea who this guy is….RENNI!!!”

Tursto watched Renni walk out the door, then slowly turned to look at Trayce. “What the hell kind of stunt are you tryin to pull kid?” Trayce was taken aback, unsure of what to do next. “You look like just my father” Trayce uttered. “How the hell can I look like your father!?!?! I’m not that old ….” Tursto paused for a second in mid rant, and stared at Trayce for a second. “Trayce??” Tursto inquired. All Trayce could do was nod affirmatively. Tursto sighed heavily, and then cracked a tiny smile. “So my baby brother does exist. I thought that entire inquisitor training just screwed with Tassos’ head” Trayce gasped in shock. “You know where Tassos is???” Slowly Tursto replied, “Well not right now, he’s on assignment. However he has been looking for you.” Trayce became overwhelmed with emotion as tears began to well up in his eyes. “HEY!?!” Tursto exclaimed. “You already made my wife walk out on me, don’t take my reputation too….come on we’ll have to stay in my bunker, the mansion will probably be locked” Tursto chuckled quietly as the two headed out of the cantina.