My real name is Aethei Zitora. Envey is just the alias I go by these days. I am twenty seven years old, I was born on Tatooine after my parents moved there to try to escape Imperial oppression in the Zabrak colonies.

My parents raised me near Mos Entha. My mother, Zitora worked as moisture farmers and my father, Irketh Zitora, had another job working for Jabba. My father never spoke much of what he did, but he often told me stories of the colony, and the clan, and tought me how lucky he, my mother and I are, to still wear our clan's tattoo. We are the only survivors of the Onis clan. Onis, translated to basic, is "The Abyss". A very honorable clan known for their loyalty and pride, as well as thier great worriors.

My father told me that he would take me back to the colony after the war was over. But now it is not safe. Because the Imperials hunted down and killed every one of the Onis. All but my mother and father that is. My father would always assure us that there must be other survivors, but we all, even I knew that that was unlikely. The Onis had refused Imperial control, and bravely fought against the Imperialist invaiders. They fought well and held them at bay untill the Empire became impatiant and sent in large forces to destroy our cities. Thousands of clan members where slaughtered, and those that tried to escape were shot down by Ties and the stardestroyer. Those few who survived the attack were spiritually crushed. All of their temples and leaders where completely gone.

Of the few hundred survivors, almost half of them killed themselves or died from the shock and greif. The others, leaderless, dishonored and heart-broken, fled off in all directions with their families. A few of the braver stayed behind to try to regroup and hit the imperials back, but I don't know what became of them. My father has not heard from anyone since he and my mother fled to Tatooine.

I grew up just like any other Tatooinian female, poor and tough. I learned hunting skills at a young age, and my father taught me how to use a few weapons quite well. Life whent on year by year. I grew into a great hunter and became more and more skilled with ranged weaponry. I developed a love for animals, and started to study about them and sometimes try to take them home with me. My mother hated pets though, and she always made me release them.

On my fifteenth birthday, not long before my Selenoren was to begin, I came home from the market to find the plantation empty. At first I was thrilled, I thought that they had planed a supprise birthday celebration. I put away the food and other items they sent me to get, and wandered around, expecting something to happen at any time. But nothing happened. At nightfall my parents had not appeared, and I was beggining to worry. I told myself that they had probably whent off get that special speeder I wanted. I knew that they were planing on getting it for me, because I overheard them talking about it early one morning when I should have normaly been asleep.

A few days past, and I began to worry that something had happened. They had never left me by myself for very long. At first I thought that it might have been one of the trials, but then I remembered that I was supposed to be told of the task beforehand by my father. So I asked the neighbors and around town. No one had seen anything, but one Twi'lek dancer I talked to in a cantina, told me that she heard a few of Jabba's swoopers in the private back room discussing something about my father the day before they dissapeared. She said that they yelled alot and then they had left in a hurry.

I am twenty-seven now, and I still have not figured out what hapened. I am certain that Jabba was involved, but I don't know what I can do. I will find a way to avenge their deaths, or if they are not dead... wich i doubt, but I like to hold on to the hope... I am trying to get deeper into jabba's comunity. I also hope to strike at the Imperials, and put an end to them. After what they did to my clan...

I may be the last of the Onis, but I will still do my best to honor their name, and search the galaxy for any other survivors...

Slari coila Onis, slaret ah vysht.

Daynas nuin, coila i'sharee ayt.



:UPDATE SOURCE:Medical File:
:Zabrak-to-Basic Launguage translater initiated:

"While traveling on Lok to the volcano area, I was attacked by three giant duno kimodragons. After dodging and running as fast as I could for a long time, they finally started to give up, one by one. By the time the last wandered away, I was almost dead. I was lying in the dirt and bleeding badly from a severed arm. My pet Nova, A gift to me from my good friend Saph Cipra, was licking my wounds. Then, everything slowly drifed into blackness.

When I regained consciousness, Nova was draging me by the ammo belt around my chest. I had lost all feeling in my body by the time we reached the city. Nova pulled me into the medical center and droped me gently on the floor. She began to roar loudly, and then the last thing I remember before waking up in a hospital bed, was a woman in a white robe running toward me.

Now I'm stuck with a mechanical right arm. In someways it's nice, as it is very strong, and I can fight unarmed very well now... But... It's still unnatural and gets in the way. It's a big change for me, and I'm still having a hard time getting used to it, but they did a good job to make it feel real to me, it's very interesting actually how I can still feel everything on it, just like the nerves were still there..."

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