My name is Tymae Yarmoo. I have spent most of my life on the run from the Empire. In the years after the Rebellion, when Master Skywalker began his Jedi search and the founding of the new Jedi Academy, I continued in hiding. Master Skywalker's search brought him to Bespin where he discovered the man now known as Master Streen, but I still avoided his detection. When at last he had caught up to me, and I could run no more, he asked me to join his New Jedi Order and the Jedi Academy. But little did he know that this would the second time for me. I was there when is father began down the dark path. I was there when the temple was attacked. I was there when the younglings were slain. I was there...as one of them. This is my story.
I was six years of age when Order 66 was issued and Lord Vader made his attack on the Jedi Temple. I was a youngling at the academy. The evening of the raid, I was in the infirmary, having been injured in training earlier that day. The healer that tended to me heard what was happening and helped me hide in one of the utility tunnels. I spent all night in the bowels of the Temple, only emerging twice. Once was to grab some food and the other, to grab a lightsaber from the armory.
In the small hours of the morning I made my exit and found my way home. I was born on Coruscant and my father was an officer with the planetary security. He had heard of the attack, and needless to say, was overjoyed by my survival. He quickly gathered up my mother and brother and we fled the planet.
We spent many years bouncing from one system to another. My father took whatever work he could find. My mother begged him to settle us on Alderaan, which had an unspoken reputation as a sanctuary for fugitives from the Empire. My mother thought it would be a perfect home for us, but my father feared that Bail Organa had made his objections to the Empire too public and would draw its wrath. My mother eventually won the argument and got her way but my father would ultimately be proven right.
We lived a happy life on Alderaan. When I came of age I enlisted in the Alderaan Guard as a reserve trooper. While on maneuvers, I met a hermit by the name of Elias Shod. He told me he sensed my Force sensitivity and revealed to me that he was a former Jedi Sentinel who avoided the Jedi hunt and settled on Alderaan. I would meet with him often over the course of nearly a year. He taught me lightsaber skills as well as how to avoid detection from other Force users, my most valued skill. Later, he warned me that darkness was coming to Alderaan and advised me to flee. His advice, coupled with my own fears of Vader hunting for Jedi, was enough to convince me to leave my family. I was afraid for my family's safety should I be discovered to be a former Jedi. My mother was distraught but my father understood why I needed to go. I had no idea that that would be the last time I would see them. A year later, Master Shod’s prediction came true and the Death Star made its debut.
I changed my name to Ekal Moor and found work on Bespin on the tibanna mining platforms. It was a good living. I made good money. I lived comfortably. I felt free from worry. I took a wife. I was happy. Calrissian did a good job of keeping the Empire out, until of course, he let them right in. On the day of the Imperial raid for Master Skywalker and Capt. Solo, I was working on the platforms. I had no idea what had happened at Cloud City. Imperial troops put the entire planet on lockdown and I was stuck at work for nearly a week before I could return home. The Empire intended to keep the tibanna operation going for its own service and I was forced to continue to work while under occupation. After years of dodging the Empire, I had become one of its employees.
During the initial occupation, the garrison conducted routine sweeps, looking for outlaws, troublemakers, or Rebels. My wife felt that I was in danger of being discovered. She took my lightsaber out of its hiding place in our apartment and threw it down the ventilation shaft, following instructions I gave her should the necessity arise. When I returned home from work, she told me what she had had to do. I understood. That night I quietly made my way down to the bowels of the city; to the inline debris collector I knew my lightsaber would have been caught in. I wanted to retrieve it before it ended up in the Ugnaughts’ blaster furnace. While down there, I encountered two Stormtroopers and an officer. They were trying to hide a cargo box. I had no choice but to kill all three of them and dispose of the bodies out of the bottom of the city. To cover my tracks, I also discarded the cargo box, which was sealed and I could not open. Weeks later I overheard two Stormtrooper guards discussing the disappearance of an officer who was apparently known for looting during the sweeps. One speculated he had found a grand score and had deserted. The other thought that his deeds had finally gotten the better of him. The latter was right...in a way. I felt worse about disposing of the cargo box full of my neighbors’ treasures than killing the three looters.
I did my job as I had always done and continuously looked for a means of escape, but the opportunity never presented itself. However, this arrangement did not last long.
After a few months of occupation, the Battle of Endor marked the beginning of the end for the Empire. It took some time for the entire garrison to leave Bespin. Little by little they deserted until the rest were overthrown. Calrissian returned and resumed control, having redeemed himself in the Death Star attack. He felt like he owed something to the employees who have gotten left behind and kept under Imperial occupation. He offered me compensation and a promotion, of which I accepted both. I decided to stay on Bespin. My wife and I started a family and settled into a peaceful life.
Years later, Master Skywalker arrived again, looking for potential Jedi. I knew he sensed Streen but made it a point to mask myself from his senses. Streen, who I had met once, lived in Tibannoplos and I stayed away from the entire city for that reason. He was unstable and I was afraid he might accidently blow my cover during the days of the Empire. Now, I had hoped he would not alert Master Skywalker to me. When Skywalker left with Streen I thought I was in the clear, but he returned and I was finally flushed out. At long last, I accepted my destiny.
After I accepted his offer to continue on the Jedi path, he decided to expedite my training. I had kept up my skills in secret and was ready for The Trials with little additional instruction. After being knighted, I accepted a position as an operative for the New Jedi Order. My family and I live in safety and I am dispatched on missions to serve the New Republic when needed.
