In the middle of the Brentaal IV's cityscape the students of the Guildstreet primary academy have been let out for recess. The school was one of many on Brentaal that aimed at bringing together students from every faction on the planet in order to give the appearance of unity. Dock workers and merchants as well as guild heirs all attend classes together.
"Look at the rabble that they let around here" Tarron Vesk – the heir of the manufacturers guild, spits as he aims his words at Derren Laro – the son of a low level dockworker. As he grabs him by the collar and throws him against a nearby cement wall "Do you think that he bleeds the same way that the rest of us do?" he asks pulling a small vibroblade from his pocket and laughing maniacally
"So what just because you are an heir you think that you're better?" Derren asks ignoring the blade. Tarron is the oldest in the primary academy at 12 years old he stands a little over 5'2. His towering stature often made him intimidating to the other children especially Derren who was the youngest of the class at 9. Standing just over 4' the 9 year old often was the target of bullying. His heritage of being a dock workers child was the usual choice to tease him. Whether it was because he had less credits or hand me downs or whatever else the reason, the others whenever they needed a punching bag Derren was there.
"What do you think you're doing?" a voice said from behind Tarron. The voice was familiar to both boys as it belonged to another of their class mates Eldran Veyor. Eldran stood with his arms folded across his chest as he leaned against the wall staring at Tarron. The bright red hair and hazel eyes piercing the scene as if he was ready to light a fire underneath everything that stood before him "He's under my protection" Eldran said staring at Tarron "I thought that you had enough brains to not mess with those under my protection"
"Shut up troll" Tarron said "You're not as funny as you think you are." He puts the knife back in his pocket but continues to hold the other boy against the wall as he laughs "What're you going to do about it anyway?" he asks "It's not like you'd be stupid enough to attack a guild heir. That would definitely get your father thrown out of the temple"
Eldran's father was Kaelen Veyor. He is a force Chaplain serving the spiritual needs of the soldiers stationed on Brentaal. Kaelen while not a Jedi teaches the ways of the force – or at least the Jedi's version of it. However, with the guilds running the planet much of what happens happens with their allowances. It was not uncommon for guild leadership to dismiss chaplains due to what happened in the schools and Tarron knew this. Eldran on the other hand didn't care
"You really are as dumb as you look aren't you" he says standing from against the wall. Eldran was 10 and stood at just under Tarron's size. Though due to the often difficult work that was involved in taking care of those in the temple Eldran even at 10 had muscles that rivaled those in the dock workers guild.
Tarron just laughs at him "do you know who I am?" he asks "Do you know who my father is?" his eyes look between Eldran and Derren "My father's guild is responsible for every ship built between here and the outer rim" he looks at Derren first as the banners of each of the guilds flies above the school yard "remind me what does your father do? Oh right he waves in the ships and gives them fuel" he smiles mischievously "And you" he says looking at Eldran "Do you think that praying to the force in this situation will get the both of you out of it?"
Eldran's eyes fill with rage but he laughs, not out of amusement but out of malice. As he laughs the air around them crackles. Eldran's rage rises as Terron's mocking words diminish both of their fathers. A spark grew in him that he couldn't identify but as his anger grew that spark burst like a flame catching paper and kindling. This flame however didn't consume but its raw energy poured through him. "I said let him go" he shouted, but the shout was far too loud for his voice. And waves of sound energy exploded from Eldran and slammed Tarron into the wall. Eldran felt the force touch his vocal cords just prior to his shout – it was as if his anger gave it fuel and it wanted to assist him. He didn't even know what he was doing as he rushed forward powered by the energy feeding into him from the dark side as he lifted Tarron with ease and threw him. The force carrying Tarron as if he had no more weight to him than a piece of thermaplast paper. The air around Eldran darkened to pitch black as lightning energy sparked off of him and he advanced toward Tarron.
"Eldran!" Kaelen Veyor called and grabbed his son by the wrist despite the darkness that swirled around him "Eldran! Stop! You must let go of this anger" Kaelen was horrified by the sight before him as his son was clearly tapping into the dark side of the force, willingly or not. Kaelen was old enough to remember the Sith wars. The Sith Empire who fought with nothing more than raw emotion against the Jedi. He saw the horrors they brought to the core and outer rim worlds. He saw what their sorcery did to the peoples of Balmorra and Taris and in that instant he saw what his son would become if he continued on this path. "We must never use emotion to channel the force Eldran. There is no passion there is serenity" As Kaelen spoke Tarron cautiously rose to his feet holding his sore ribs.
The brief moment of touch on his wrist was enough to break his connection. He had never touched the force before and just as quickly as it had arrived it was gone. The strength it had given him was something he knew that he wanted to feel again "What do you suggest I do?" Eldran asked. His response to his father neither intentionally antagonistic or sarcastic "Am I to have the same inaction as the Jedi on this world and just allow Tarron to beat Derren into submission?"
"Be careful of your feelings Eldran The Jedi teach that Fear leads to Anger, and Anger inevitably leads to hate, and we have all seen how hate leads to suffering"
"No. Anger doesn't lead to suffering. The systems that oppress us have led us to suffering. The guilds in their polished towers financing the Jedi's inaction that has led us to suffering. No Anger leads to strength. Anger at injustice gives us the power to act. Hatred of those who oppress us gives us the power to break free. Peace is a lie. Only our passions will allow us to shatter the chains that the guilds have forged for all of us"