Moroka was always known as a fearless child. Her mother would always catch her trying to take apart her father's equipment and put it back together. Her father would often catch her trying to take apart
someone else's equipment. It started with simple things, like cutters and datapads. Before long, it was droids and vehicles. At about the same time they began to recognize her talent and encourage it, they were visited by a Jedi. While they both had serious misgivings about releasing their child to the storied Jedi order, when presented with a choice, Moroka agreed. She looks back on that day and realizes that it was indeed her connection to the force which urged her forward, but at the time, all she could think of was having the chance to take apart lightsabers.
The Order faced the same challenge as her parents; when not actively supervised for training, Moroka was hunting for devices to disassemble and reconstruct. Though the other students soon learned to guard their possessions carefully, her master learned to make a point of finding new and more intricate things for her to tinker with...and not to leave her unsupervised for any longer than was necessary.
Moroka began to approach the Force much as she did machines; she attempted to dissect it in her mind, always trying to figure out how it worked and how to reconstruct it. Being an intangible, almost metaphorical field of energy made this a unique challenge to her mechanical mind. Her masters feared it would frustrate her, but in reality, her reaction was quite the opposite: she found immersing herself in the force to be relaxing, while understanding it became a rousing challenge for her. Her masters were simply grateful that her outgoing nature hadn't led her to wish to join the war for the Republic.
As her eighteenth birthday neared, so too did her graduation to Padawan status. Unfortunately, the war was taking a fateful turn, and her master saw a grim fate ahead for Moroka, electing to send her away to a remote moon for what seemed to her to be no reason at all.
When she saw the announcement a week later, she understood. The war was over. The droids stopped in their tracks. The republic was no more. The Jedi were branded as traitors. An empire was forming. Moroka felt her master die. None of it made any sense, and at the center of it stood one man. Palpatine.
Supreme Chancellor turned Emperor. Apparently he understood the machine known as the Republic, and had taken it apart to build an empire. The idea was unsettling, and yet so intriguing...
