MaKhina was born on Ryloth into a slave family. Her parents, Shélara and Prikirl, never wanted any children as they couldnt give them anything else than a life in slavery. But still
when the sound of MaKhinas first scream echoed through the empty streets of the small village, those two Twileks couldnt do anything but smile in happiness.
When MaKhina could just make her first own steps a small group of Jedis visited Ryloth. Sensing a strong force they came to the small village where the small family lived in, finding MaKhina there. A master with the name Jemrin consigned the small girl into his care with the promise, to educate her to a Jedi-Knight. Time passed by and the Twilek grew up to a beautiful woman. Always by the side of Master Jemrin she visited many planets and learned as much as she could about fighting, democracy and the force. With 15 she already got the honor of the title Jedi Knight. She was happy on her very own way.
everything had changed.
Sent by the Order of the Jedi to Taris, Jemrin and MaKhina tried to avoid a new siege by the Sith. But they were short-handed. The empire had sent a small army while they stood against them with nothing more than 40 soldiers. It was a brutal fight and seemed hopeless but Master Jemrin didnt want to give up. Was it proud? Or was it just the fact that they tried to protect a small helpless village? MaKhina didnt know it nor was she pretty interested into the reason. Armed with her two blue shining lightsabers she fought down as many imperial soldiers as possible. Finding herself suddenly against an apprentice of the dark side.
They both were even in their skills. The male Sith was stronger but Makhina was faster and more flexible. Following her instincts and letting her led by the force she gave her best and could force him on his knees as shock suddenly shook her body. Turning her head aside she saw Master Jemrin falling down on his knees, injured. Turning half around she threw her left handed lightsaber towards the Sith, who was going to give the Jedi the last strike. A fizzling as both sabers hit against each other. Right as she led her saber with the force back into her hand, the Sith next to her jumped against her.
Everything turned black.
It wasnt that MaKhina lost consciousness. But the last thing she could remember was herself kneeling on the ground, the dead body of her Master, her friend and only family, holding in her arms. The Sith who had attacked them lied dead on the ground. The sadness of the loss of Master Jemrin and the fact that she had killed those Sith in her rage was deep in her heart. She left the Order of the Jedi and lost all her trust into the force.