Part One: From the Beginning, who I am.
Before departing Theed, Naboo, I was given this journal by a dear friend, who told me that this is to write my thoughts and experiences in while I journey around the galaxy in search of what ever rangers are in search of. I guess he felt I had a story to tell, and that I should record the events of my life so others may come to understand what it was like to live during the time of the galactic civil war, and as a Ranger. I was very thankful that he gave me a bound writing tablet and pencils instead of the usual data pad. I must have mentioned to him somewhere in the past that all the data pads I’ve owned over the course of my life soon become inoperable due to the extreme environments I find myself in, and the fact that I’m just not all that careful with the dang things. I still have and use a one, just not for anything I want to keep on a permanent basis.
After a long couple of days and nights hunting on Naboo that encompassed trekking from Kintan, south, down to the Gungan Scared temple, then east to New Aldera in search for wild lairs of Gualamas, Peko Pekos, and Kaadues, I find myself with some time on my hands. So while I sit here enjoying the moonlight and fire in a small one-person camp I might as well write.
Ok, so where do I start?. I guess I should begin with some background as to who I am, and from where I came. My name is Ebe Lightcloud, and I am a Master Ranger. I also hold a masters certificate in rifle proficiency and am human, a human female. I was born the third child to Ida and Ernest Lightcloud on the planet Aleen. This is the sister planet to Azartare, located within the inner rim of the galaxy just off the Hydian trade route. I had two older brothers, Kyle, and Zack, that were both my mentors, and at other times, two I just wanted to turn my rifle on and be done with them.
My mother was a very gifted artisan, my father a very skilled hunter. I was taught by my mother the art of crafting, fashioning commodities our towns citizens needed from the resources my father and brothers would bring home from extended hunting trips into the wilds of Aleen. I was to follow in the traditions of my mother and would have done so, but my heart was not in crafting. I wanted to explore and see the world, like my father and brothers did while hunting. I constantly hounded my father to learn how to hunt, and after many months, he finally relented, and started me on the path to scouting.
I believe this was the happiest time of my life. I finally got the chance to get out of our house, and go with my father to learn everything a person needed to know about living off the land. I learned from him, not only to hunt, but to survive in the wild frontier. My father and brothers taught me how to make simple traps, construct shelters, rudimentary tracking, and basic medicine crafting. My brothers taught me in the use and care of firearms. I leaned from them pistol and carbine skills, while my father taught me rifles. I remember my father telling me, “Ebe, you’re a natural with the rifle, if you keep practicing with it you’ll do just fine, *smile, as a matter of fact, I don’t remember ever seeing anyone take to a rifle the way that you have�. Just this one statement by my father was to guild me in the years to come.
Times changed, with the galaxy embroiled in a civil war, my family was having a harder and harder time selling the goods my mother made, my father and I were having a even harder time finding quality game for us to hunt and craft with. My father decided it was time to make a move, move away from the inner rim and hopefully find better hunting, less competition, and the possibility of finding things more profitable around the mid rim. While my mother and father were making preparations to travel, I spent all my free time out in the wilderness, more often the not, by myself, honing the skills my father and brothers had taught me. I worked very hard perfecting my trapping, tracking, and camp building skills. Finally the day came we were to leave for the spaceport, and board the transport to the mid rim. I said good-by to my friends, and took one last jaunt into the wilds to place within my mind all that was soon to be left behind. Aleen.
After a long couple of days and nights hunting on Naboo that encompassed trekking from Kintan, south, down to the Gungan Scared temple, then east to New Aldera in search for wild lairs of Gualamas, Peko Pekos, and Kaadues, I find myself with some time on my hands. So while I sit here enjoying the moonlight and fire in a small one-person camp I might as well write.
Ok, so where do I start?. I guess I should begin with some background as to who I am, and from where I came. My name is Ebe Lightcloud, and I am a Master Ranger. I also hold a masters certificate in rifle proficiency and am human, a human female. I was born the third child to Ida and Ernest Lightcloud on the planet Aleen. This is the sister planet to Azartare, located within the inner rim of the galaxy just off the Hydian trade route. I had two older brothers, Kyle, and Zack, that were both my mentors, and at other times, two I just wanted to turn my rifle on and be done with them.
My mother was a very gifted artisan, my father a very skilled hunter. I was taught by my mother the art of crafting, fashioning commodities our towns citizens needed from the resources my father and brothers would bring home from extended hunting trips into the wilds of Aleen. I was to follow in the traditions of my mother and would have done so, but my heart was not in crafting. I wanted to explore and see the world, like my father and brothers did while hunting. I constantly hounded my father to learn how to hunt, and after many months, he finally relented, and started me on the path to scouting.
I believe this was the happiest time of my life. I finally got the chance to get out of our house, and go with my father to learn everything a person needed to know about living off the land. I learned from him, not only to hunt, but to survive in the wild frontier. My father and brothers taught me how to make simple traps, construct shelters, rudimentary tracking, and basic medicine crafting. My brothers taught me in the use and care of firearms. I leaned from them pistol and carbine skills, while my father taught me rifles. I remember my father telling me, “Ebe, you’re a natural with the rifle, if you keep practicing with it you’ll do just fine, *smile, as a matter of fact, I don’t remember ever seeing anyone take to a rifle the way that you have�. Just this one statement by my father was to guild me in the years to come.
Times changed, with the galaxy embroiled in a civil war, my family was having a harder and harder time selling the goods my mother made, my father and I were having a even harder time finding quality game for us to hunt and craft with. My father decided it was time to make a move, move away from the inner rim and hopefully find better hunting, less competition, and the possibility of finding things more profitable around the mid rim. While my mother and father were making preparations to travel, I spent all my free time out in the wilderness, more often the not, by myself, honing the skills my father and brothers had taught me. I worked very hard perfecting my trapping, tracking, and camp building skills. Finally the day came we were to leave for the spaceport, and board the transport to the mid rim. I said good-by to my friends, and took one last jaunt into the wilds to place within my mind all that was soon to be left behind. Aleen.
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