My name is Franc

Greetings,

My name is Chaf'ran'csapla, and I am Chiss. My non-Chiss friends call me Franc (pronounced Frank).

My story begins in 33 BBY, on the planet Cioral.  That was the year I was born.  Both my parents had direct ties with House Chaf. Because of that, they served as diplomats to the Galactic Republic as well as represented the interests of their family, House Csapla, to the rest of the Chiss Ascendency.

Since both parents were busy and off planet most of my life, I was raised by a former Jedi turned nanny named Daisy (Ald’ais’yhen). She was trained in the ways of the force by a rouge Jedi who was forbidden take in a Chiss as an apprentice. Her master was killed before her training was completed. Fearing for her life, she traveled back to the Chiss Ascendency and hid her true nature. As the story goes, when my mother was walking with me in the market, Daisy noticed my force sensitivity and decided to volunteer to be a nanny to train me secretly.  She became like a second mother to me.

As you may or may not know, Cioral is an agricultural community.  From as early as I can remember, I learned how to fix things. Daisy trained me to use my force abilities to do the most challenging repairs.  With the force on my side, I learned to visualize a mechanical problem. The I could actually see what the problem was without even laying a finger on the devices.

My master also taught me that greed and hate were things to shun and to treat all races the same. This went directly against our Chiss culture, since we believed that all races are inferior. 

The entire galaxy changed when I was around 11.  That is when the Clone Wars began. When I was around 12, my parents were traveling to Coruscant to try to negotiate some trade route treaties so that the Republic could travel in Chiss space without having to deal with the Separatists when their ship was attacked by the Separatist army. They mistook the ship for a military target and destroyed it. When I heard the news I thought my world would fall apart. Daisy helped me control my anger.  But deep down I wanted to be able be able to use my skills to put down the separatist army so no one would have to suffer like I did.

I never got the chance; I was about 14 when Order 66 was executed and the Clone Wars were over. When word reached my master that all the true Jedi were dead, she realized that by teaching me the force, I was now in grave danger if anyone found out who I really was. We went deeper into hiding but she continued to teach me the ways of the force.   To be continued...