#Hoth Legends: The Butcher of Kamuekiko
The loud deep voice of a man in his late 50’s bellowed through the window of a sun filled room in a small hut on the coastal village of Jomesh. The village, first settled by the Mon Calamari, has since grown to become one of the largest, small villages on Kamuekiko. It harbors a diverse mixture of species all selling and trading the goods they have brought from other villages around the area.
The man began to bang several times on the window. “Lizmar, wake up! Help me gather vegetables for breakfast.”
Lizmar Luthari was a human girl, who lived in the village with her father, Omar. Her mother had died when Lizmar was 12, leaving Omar to raise her by himself. Lizmar, now 24, had made a nice life for herself tending a small farm only a few acres across and helping her father smith various weapons and tools for the village. In her spare time she would wander the village. Lizmar would often find herself listening to stories from other villagers of space adventures and great battles that would engulf whole star systems. She would dream of leaving the village in search for such adventure, but also found that her duties kept her grounded and safe. She was in no rush to leave her father for a life of danger.
Lizmar rubbed her eyes and rolled out of bed. She looked out the window as she did every morning. Every day the various shades of reds and yellows fought for dominance against the blues and purples. The birds began to sing and chase after the insects that had gathered around the house lanterns at night.
Omar, once again popped his head inside the window, startling her. He gave her a stern look. She smiled and quickly gathered her things.
A cool sea breeze pulled her long blond hair off her shoulders and gave it life. She inhaled it deeply and once again took in the sheer majesty of the natural world around her. Lizmar placed her basket down. She rummaged through her crops, looking for the ripest vegetables for the day’s meals. Lining the house were bushes of ripe red berries. She made sure to always grab as many as she could before they fell to the ground or infested with bugs. When she was satisfied with her harvest she made her way down to her father’s forge. He had gotten an early start on repairing a shovel that had broken the day before.
“How many times are you going to fix that thing” she asked.
Omar put down his hammer and turned to her.
“As many times as you are going to use it to pry rocks from the ground” he said with a smile.
Lizmar handed her father some of the freshly picked berries who quickly popped them into his mouth. Then a loud scream was heard in the direction of the village. Omar grabbed his hammer and made his way to the edge of their field with Lizmar, following not far behind. Off in the distance came what looked like the sea, rising up from the forest and crashing down on the lower parts of the village. Omar lowered his glasses from his brow. His eyes widened in terror.
“Lizy, get inside now!”
“But father, what is…” she began but he quickly cut her off.
Omar ran behind his daughter, his large hands on her back, pushing her to move faster. As they came closer to the house, so did the screams. Lizmar tripped over an old stump and fell hard on the ground. Omar, who was too close to avoid her, tried to stop suddenly but fell over her instead. Lizmar jumped to her feet and tried to help her father to his.
“Go Lizy, get inside. I’ll be fine!”
“I won’t leave you here! Now get up, get up!”
Lizmar used her entire body to help get Omar back up, but as soon as he put weight on this left leg he let out a loud scream as a crunch brought him back to the ground. Lizmar moved to his left side, and once again hoisted him vertically. Lizmar heard loud roars behind them. When she turned, she saw hundreds of Harakoan warriors rampaging through the village. They set buildings and fields on fire and slaughtered the livestock. But that wasn’t what scared her. She watched as the Harakoans descended on the mass of people trying to flee the onslaught. The men of the village, ages ranging from the early teens to the elderly, took up arms at the rear of the group to buy some time for the women and children to escape. They were quickly overwhelmed. Another group of invaders came from along the coast, trapping the women and children. For a moment that seemed to last an eternity, the two groups of Harakoans stood motionless and silent. Lizmar could hear the crying and screams of the survivors, all of them pleading for their lives. Then she saw him.
Standing at the edge of the field overlooking the village was their leader. Nearly 2 meters tall, he was much taller than the others. He didn’t wear the usual head dress of a tribal leader, but armor of a Mondalorian. Having a bluish hue, it bore the crest of Clan Ordo. Scratched and dented, it had seen many skirmishes, much like the warrior it was protecting. He directed his army around the survivors much like a composer directs an orchestra. His arms would swing side to side, pointing in various directions, and with little hesitation the Harakoans would react.
The leader stood silent for a moment and seemed to feed off of fear from the villagers. A slight smirk made it clear that he savored every second. He raised his right hand into the air and quickly dropped it to his side. With that, the warriors fell upon the huddled group, ending their lives in a single moment.
Lizmar tried to hold back a scream, but it managed to break through. The Harakoan turned to see her pulling her father into their house. He began his charge and lunged at them. They barely managed to get inside and close the door when the snarling beast landed, striking the door with enough force to shake the house. The Harakoan began to tear at the door like a crazed vornskr. Lizmar and Omar used all their strength to hold him back but he was stronger.
Omar turned to his daughter. “Let it go! Let it go! Can’t hold it back any more!”
Tears began to roll down her cheeks. “I can’t leave you father!”
Omar shoved his daughter across the room and pointed to a small door that led to a closet.
“I’m not leaving you! Come on! Hurry!”
“Here I stand, and here I’ll stay!” Omar yelled defiantly.
Omar clenched his hammer and rose to his feet. As the Harakoan gave one final push, he sent both the door and Omar across the room. Lizmar quickly jumped inside the closet and slammed the door. She heard the heavy footsteps moving across the room. She could see from a small crack in the door the Harakoan standing over her father. Omar swung his hammer several times at the Harakoan’s legs, but missed. He looked at the large blue figure standing above him.
“Come get me you bastard.”
Omar threw the hammer at the Harakoan, striking him in the forehead. The Harakoan let out a roar, raised his leg and sent it crashing down on Omar’s skull. Lizmar was petrified with shock. Fear, hatred, sadness all ran through her. She was biting so hard on her lip to just try and calm herself, that blood began to run down her chin.
The Harakoan stood motionless for a minute. Scanning the room for the human he knew was still hiding. He turned away from her and began to walk out, until he heard the faint sound of a girl choking back tears. He quickly turned and scanned the room again. His eyes fell upon a small closet towards the back of the house. It was small, but large enough to hide the small framed human he had chased inside moments earlier. He walked over and ripped the door off its hinges. Inside, huddled in a fetal position was the girl. He grabbed her and flung her across the room. She made a loud thud as she hit the opposite wall.
She hit the wall almost squarely, smacking both her head and back, which forcing the air out of her lungs. Groggy, she looked over at the body of her father. She tried to crawl to him but then everything faded to black.
Voices could be heard through the darkness. Lizmar slowly opened her eyes. Her head felt like it was on fire. She propped herself on all fours and began to crawl outside. Her hand hit a familiar object: her father’s hammer. Using it as support, she pushed herself to her feet. She clenched the hammer tightly and made her way out the door.
Yhi was high in the sky, but her rays were stained by clouds of thick black smoke that rose like towers from the lower village. Survivors had already begun to gather the dead and lining them up for burial. As she walked through the streets, she saw the pain in their eyes. Heard them weep for the dead. Most were in shock and walked around without any sense trying to organize the horrific images in their minds.
Lizmar was suddenly filled with a sense of courage. She became clear headed and strong. She knew now what she had to do. Lizmar walked to the center of the village and climbed up onto an overturned cart. She cleared her throat and began to speak.
“People! People listen to me! I know you’re hurt and scared but we need to take action. This was not a random attack. This was planned. Coordinated. They wanted us dead and may be planning to come back and hit us again. We need to pull ourselves together. We need to gather our weapons, food and supplies.”
A man yelled over the crowd now forming around Lizmar.
“So what if they come back. You expect us to fight them? They will kill us all like they did the first time. What are you going to do with your little hammer?”
“We can’t do this alone. We need to seek help from the Jedi. They will not let this stand.”
“The Jedi…?” another man replied. “Are they going to negotiate them to death?”
The crowd laughed at the man’s quip. Lizmar’s face remained stern.
“You don’t have to go…” Lizmar snapped back. “I can go by myself. I will bring the Jedi back here and I will make sure that those who died here today get vengeance!”
Lizmar jumped off the cart and began pushing her way through the crowd. A slight breeze blew a piece of parchment to her feet. It was folded neatly and had fallen off one of the Harakoans during the attack. She picked it up and unfolded it. She couldn’t read the strange symbols that filled the page, so she placed it in her pocket.
“The Jedi can translate this” she thought to herself.
As she left the village, nobody followed. It was all up to her to seek out the Jedi and save her people.