“I know not everyone who grows up on Ord Mantell will tell you the same thing, but for me life there was luxurious. I may not have seen it at the time, but now I realize just how good my mother and I had it,” the young Zabrak starts. Luke Skywalker sits cross-legged next to him, concentrating on the newcomer’s story.

“My mother’s name is Yaraka Zuur. She was a beautiful actress, you may have seen her a holodrama or two, although she was never the lead in anything, as far as I know,” Argor continues. “I don’t know how she met my father, only that she originally thought he was an off-world businessman. They never got married, but she was clearly his, and he’d visit as much as he could. She stopped working and he supported her in a very extravagant lifestyle.”

“My father’s name was Tarrol Azenar, an Iradonian Zabrak. My mother told me she’d never seen him as happy as the day when she told him she was pregnant with me. Despite that, he didn’t want to marry her, and wanted her to give me her name, not his. I suppose he did it to protect us, in a way. My mother and I later found out that he may not have been the legitimate businessman he claimed to be. It didn’t matter to us. We loved him all the same,” he says quietly. Luke notices how he uses the present tense when speaking about his mother, but the past tense when he mentions his father. He senses pain from the youth as he mentions both of them.

“I didn’t lack for anything, growing up. They sent me to the best school in the capital, but I was never a good student. I loved flying, and for my fourteenth birthday my father gave me a racing shuttle. It didn’t have a hyperdrive, so I was stuck in the solar system, but I raced for days at a time around the moons and planets, much to my mother’s annoyance,” he says with a small smile.

“The best times in my life were when my father took me and my mother to Iradonia. It felt like I belonged there, somehow. It’s hard to explain. It’s a harsh planet, but it felt right to me. We went several times each year. My father had a ranch in a remote mountain region. It was a beautiful spot, on a high cliff overlooking a reddish-brown acid lake. We’d go hunting and hiking together, but only for a few days at a time,” he continues.

“Life changed when the Empire became the Sith Empire. I don’t know why, but I overheard my mother tell her friend that she suspected my father was involved with one of the criminal syndicates. Everyone knew the Emperor had ordered a crackdown. My father came less frequently and could rarely stay more than a day or two. Until one day, a couple of months after my sixteenth birthday when he came to the apartment in a hurry and told my mother and I to gather everything we couldn’t replace and get in his speeder. He took us to a junkyard outside the city where a fast shuttle was waiting for us. Only after we got to hyperspace did he tell us what was going on,” he says quietly.

“He told us that he had been involved with a political struggle of some kind, and his side had lost. The Sith, with the blessing of the Emperor, had killed those who opposed them, and my father feared they wouldn’t stop with the leaders of the movement that opposed them, and would soon come for him. So we fled to Iradonia. To my father’s ranch,” he continues.

“Life there was very different. My father and I would go out hunting and hiking. He had always talked about teaching me how to fight like a real Zabrak, but now he actually started training with me. Most Zabrak children who are raised on Iradonia learn Zavat from a young age, but he had never had the time to teach me more than a few stances. Now we started training for real, first unarmed but then progressing to Zhabokas,” he says, smiling softly. “It was the best time of my life, Master Luke. Our family was finally together. We didn’t have the luxury, droids and servants we used to have, but we were together and we were happy.”

He closes his eyes, and Luke feels a great deal of pain coming from the young Zabrak. “They came for him almost a year later. We were outside when the shuttles came in. Three of them. I don’t know how many soldiers they thought it would take to kill one man, but they were clearly taking no chances. My father and I ran, trying to get to the cabin and my mother before the shuttles got there. When we came to the cabin, one of the shuttles had landed. Stormtroopers were forming a parameter and then a tall black-clad human walked out of the shuttle. My father stopped then. We had been training with Zhabokas and he readied his weapon. I think he knew they were not there to take him in. They were there to kill him.”

His eyes are still closed, and the pain is obvious as he continues. “It didn’t last long. My father was a great warrior, that much I saw then, but there were too many of them. He took a blast from a Stormtrooper to his shoulder as he rushed the man in black. He turned out to be a Sith, and ignited a red-bladed lightsaber. The fight was over almost as soon as it started and he used his blade to cut off my father’s head,” he continues, his voice dulled with pain.

“They didn’t care about my mother or me. They were there for my father. And so they took off again. When my mother saw my father’s body she didn’t say a word. She just walked to the edge of the cliff, stopped for a moment, ignoring my calls. I ran to her, but she didn’t hear me. And then she just stepped off the edge of the cliff. What happened next was a miracle. Somehow, I reached out, even though I was still several meters away I still managed to grab my mother. Not with my hands, but with my mind. She just hung there, and I managed to pull her up again. She just collapsed, never saying a word,” he says.

“She is now in a mental hospital. They tell me there is no way of knowing if she’ll ever get out. Once I realized what had happened, I decided I needed to find some answers. Find out how I could lift my mother, using my mind. I started asking around until I finally heard about you, and that you are trying to rebuild the Jedi Order. I knew I had to get here, to be a part of it. So, here I am, hoping you accept me as a student,” he says, bowing his head and waiting for Luke to speak.

- Ambition: Expertise
Argor has thrown himself into his studies, determined to be the best student Luke has ever taught. He practices constantly, which makes him seem a little too driven to some of the other students.

- Cause: Knowledge
After finding out about his connection to the Force, Argor has a thirst for knowledge. He wants to know everything he can about how to use this strange power he wields, learn every trick Luke has to teach him.

Morality: 50

- Emotional Strength: Conviction
Argor is quick to make up his mind and swift to action, seeing his actions through to the end. He never gives up on a task he sets his mind to.

- Emotional Weakness: Obstinacy
Once Argor has made up his mind, it is nearly impossible to change it. He will stubbornly cling to his decision, believing that to change his mind is to show weakness in front of his peers.

Argor is a young Zabrak, but it takes someone familiar with the species to realize that since he's fully grown at 184 cm and bulkier than most 17-year-olds. His bald head is covered with vestigial horns that are getting close to fully grown. His skin is tanned and his face is covered with an intricate pattern of tattoos.

After joining Luke's New Jedi Order, he tends to wear a tanned tunic and dark-brown robes. He tends to carry his Zhaboka with him most of the time, strapped to a harness on his back. A keen observer could also notice a bulge under his right arm, where a heavily modified blaster pistol has been attached to a rig and designed to pop out when he needs firepower quickly.