Initiation

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This story tells of how the droid DarCon 86 came to be. It takes place in the New Republic era.

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Chapter 1: Peace

Finn Trisis sat on a cushion, his legs crossed. Wood shavings fluttered down onto bare feet. A knife in one hand, and block of wood in the other. There he sat widdleling a wooden pick for his calligraphy.

Normally Finn would wear his completely concealing black cloaks, but the past months have been peaceful. The Force has not said anything for Finn to do. When times like these occur, Finn spends his time in a secret space station in the a secret nebula. None know how to reach the nebula, it can only be reached by taking a vastly complex path of routes only Finn knows of. He does not keep it recorded anywhere, in very fear that some being might take it and go to the nebula. Finn keeps it memorized in his mind, a tremendously long stream of numbers and figures only he knows. Long ago Finn was brought here when he jumped into hyperspace blind. Now because of this accident Finn has a completely private place to hide. The Sanctuary Nebula was the name Finn gave to it from the very beginning. As soon as Finn exited from hyperspace he knew immediately this is where he would make the only home he knew. Finn had many space station just like the one he constructed. Hid in many other places across the galaxy, most of the stations were really just for refueling with a place to rest without being in his ship Hunter. But the station here in the Sanctuary Nebula was special. The nebula was the most calming sight, that Finn could ever experience easily. So this was where he made his special place. The nebula shined a great range of violets, and indigos and it's cloud figure actually changed with time, each our different mesmerizing shapes manifested into the imagination.

The wooden pick was smooth and perfect, as Finn finished the shaved creation. He folded the knife quickly and simply with a flick of the hand, and set it down by his side.

Finn wore a soft loose standard black body glove, comfortable and simple, Finn cared less of what he wore as long as it did what he wanted. Finn was a simple person, following the calls of the Force, and doing very simple things in his spare time.

Finn stood from his sitting cushion and walked the clear structure of the station. The Sanctuary Nebula Station as Finn called it, was totally clear, aside from tiny luminescent white pipes that ran across the mysterious clear material that made up the station. These white pipes carried water, power, air and other necessities through out the station. Lights were not needed, the bright purple glow of the nebula provided all the light Finn needed.

Now that Finn was finished with his wooden pick, it was time to start a project he had been planning for many years ago. A project much more important and amazing than a simple wood pick.