Djak Mikos
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Hey girl, haven’t seen you in here before.
Oh, really? That’s cool…
All right! That’s what I like to see. A beautiful girl who doesn’t just sit there, but goes out and grabs life by the cranial protrusions. Well, I’d better be going.
Huh? No, I just finished my drink. What do you mean, ‘forgot to ask my name’? Oh, haha. I’m Ac’craddon, you can call me Crad.
Yes, that’s what my mother called me. What’s your name?
Leni’sess? That’s a beautiful name. You wear it well.
No, I’m not really that smooth. I’m just like to think I’m a gentleman. Yeah, who am I kidding?
What? You like it? Nice… usually I just get slapped. Get called a Chauvenistic Pig or something.
I know, but it’s still discouraging.
Why do you want to know about me? My story? It’s boring. No, seriously, it’s boring.
All right, I guess… Let’s see. I was born in space, about twenty, twenty-one years ago. Hard to be sure. See, I was born on a slave ship. My mother was a dancer, my father a low-level administrator. That’s all I know about them—I don’t even know their names. I’ve searched, but I think they’re dead. So I was sold, at the age of nine, to another slave trader. As he was flying me out to one of his clients in Wild Space, their ship was attacked. They fought back, but it was hopeless. Their ship was crippled almost instantly, and the only reason they weren’t promptly destroyed was that there were slaves aboard. Like me. However, they didn’t let that little fact delay them for very long. See, the attackers were Aing-Tii monks. Pretty bad little guys, really. They can use the Force, like Jedi, but they’ve got tricks no one else can do. For example, they teleported us into their ship using it. Yeah, I’m not lying. One instant I was standing at the viewport, goggling at the ship, the next I was on their deck. Insto-matic. Amazing, yeah?
But the story gets better. See, those guys hate slavers, and consider it their mission to completely eradicate them. So after destroying the slaver’s ship, they tried to teleport us to a safe world. One by one, I watched my companions vanish into thin air. But when it was my turn… I resisted. See, I hate slavers too. I wanted to get back at them, at all of them. Plain and simple, I wanted revenge. And when they tried to send me away… they couldn’t. I fought them. Kept myself grounded. First time in my life I’d used the Force.
Well, they weren’t surprised at all, haha. No, their eyes bugged out and their tongues started twitching… well, I guess you’d have to see it to believe it. Anyway, they consulted for a few minutes and decided, of all things, to let me stay. And learn.
So I did—it was a first, I can assure you. They’re massive Xenophobes, usually, but they took pity on me. I guess it’s cause I’m a Twi’lek, and they know how Twi’lek culture operates. Sending me home was a fate worse than death. So I stayed with them till I was, oh, maybe nineteen or so. When I was ready to leave, they gave me this lightsaber. Double blades, crimson, oh, yeah.
No, I’m not going to show you in here. I’d hate to cause a mass panic. I’ve got little notion of what to do with it. I’ve got almost no knowledge of Jedi tricks, since the Aing-Tii knew they only had a limited time to teach me. I can do most of the Aing-Tii tricks, though. Here, I’ll show you.
Hey—whats the matter? Never seen—no, I guess not.
I’ll see you later… or not.
Sheesh. Women.
OTHER FACTS:
Fighting style: His physique and personality favor Djem So, but he hasn't had any formal lightsaber training.
Equipment: Dark, nondescript tunic and pants, a double-bladed lightsaber with beskar in the hilt, a comlink, datapad, and that's about it. He travels light. Doesn't yet own a ship, or any other weapons.
Force Skills: No Force skills other than the Aing-Tii specific ones, such as Altering Minds and Precognition. Also, he has a gift of Energy Dissipation. He's incapable of normally performing telekinesis.
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