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Prologue
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"Are you sure, Rok?" he said finally as his eyes scanned the corridor. "Why wouldn't we take the main corridor that passes the mess hall? It leads straight to the archives."
Rok let out a deliberately sarcastic sigh. "Who is it that knows this place better than any of the band? I'll remind you, it's me! Besides, this place was abandoned quite some time ago. Anything could have happened in that time. Droids may have malfunctioned and shoot everything that moves. Or maybe the turrets?! You remember the turrets right? There's also no telling what type of traps may have been set here. Or if this has become home to scavengers, bandits, or any other dangerous types!"
Malachi let out a hearty laugh. "You have always worried entirely too much, man. This place is lost and forgotten to all but the two of us. Even if we did run into trouble, I'm the most dangerous person you know. Isn't that why you drug me along on this pointless escort mission? I should have just sent you by yourself and finished my nap."
"No, no, no." Rok spat. "I retrieve the information and you provide the cover. That's how it has always been and we aren't going to start changing the terms of our friendship now. Now hush before someone, or something hears us."
Malachi motioned as if to say, "Who will hear us?" but decided not to speak it out loud. It was obvious his friend was on edge, and if he was being completely honest, so was he. It felt weird to be back. Here he was, back at the place that he swore to never return to unless it was to destroy it, which he still might do. This place was once an abandoned outpost from the last war between the Republic and the Sith. When peace came the Republic had abandoned it as it consolidated their forces around the core worlds. Not long after, Malachi's mentor had stumbled across it in the brush and claimed it for his band of mercs and smugglers. This was where Malachi had lived, trained, and... loved. That was all before the betrayal...
Rok brought him back from his daydream, "Malachi! Where are you going man?!" It was then that he realized that his friend had stopped at a door and that he had walked a few paces away during his thoughts. Rok took notice of his somber expression, "Je'Lah?' he asked, suddenly very serious.
"Ahem... yeah." Malachi said after a short moment of pause. "It's nothing."
"It's really not," Rok said, "I knew bringing you here was a mistake."
"We need for this to be done and fast. We've managed to buy ourselves a couple of days at best but they will be back on our trail soon enough. Besides, you said it yourself, you need me?" Malachi forced a laugh and joined his friend. Rok let it go, knowing his friend was now in a negative mood. Being a nautolan he could sense the emotional states of those nearby. That coupled with all the years spent with Malachi exposed the truth.
Rok make short work of the lock on the door, slicing past its mechanisms with ease. Talented as he was, it helped that he himself had installed most of the same locks he now needed to bypass. The two walked pass the threshold and into the small archive database. This room held information on their small guild. These two had been excommunicated long ago but hadn't been able to shake the extermination squads for any extended period of time. It was then that Rok remembered that shortly before leaving their group, he had installed a program that updated the last known locations of members. It could be remotely accessed as long as their former leader stayed within the sector, which he had.
"Ok, I'll watch the door. Slice it and delete us from the database."
"I'll do one better," said Rok, "and delete the whole forsaken program. No one else should be hunted like rancor if they decide to quit."
"Well, whatever, just make it quick."
...
Moments later the task was done. Rok packed up his datapad and stood ready to leave.
"Why are you smiling so big?" Asked Malachi.
"Well despite accomplishing what we set out, I found some valuable information when I searched your name." Rok placed the datapad on top of a nearby console and pressed a few buttons. Malachi nearly fainted before rushing from the room, his grin now matching Rok's.
"She's alive", he thought to himself.
......
Knowing his friend well Malachi stated, "So let me see the files." once they were settled back in their ship. Rok just let out a soft giggle and handed Malachi the datapad with all the pirated information.
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Malachi Vos
[fancybox4="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o124/JNigg08/66e2a1ce-e35f-4f2c-8217-d3599d82a960.jpg"]FULL NAME: Malachi VosAlias: Kifo
AGE: 28
SPECIES: Kiffar
HEIGHT: 6'4"
WEIGHT: 230lbs
EYE COLOR: Light Brown
HAIR COLOR: Dark Brown
SKIN COLOR: Brown
MARKINGS: Facial scar that stretches from the outer corner of his right eye down to his right nostril. A single yellow striped tattoo, or qukuuf, across his face.
FACTION: None
RANK: N/A
Known predominately as Kifo. Only close friends and family use his birth name.
Attributes and Skills
Strength - 6/10Perception - 8/10
Endurance - 7/10
Charisma - 10/10
Intellect - 10/10
Agility - 10/10
Luck - 6/10
Piloting - Advanced
Melee - Capable
Marksmanship - Expert
Espionage - Master
Psychometry - Master
Force powers - Novice
Languages - fluent in Basic, Mando'a, and Huttese. Can comprehend Shyriiwook and Nautila.
Equipment
Dual B-8R Blasters - high capacity rounds. One holstered on either hip.
DX-38 Holdout Blaster - one that he keeps in differing spots on his person.
CEC-SR - remains disassembled and attached to his armor unless needed
Sonic grenades x 3
Ion grenades x 3
Dart shooter - one in each gauntlet. Left gauntlet holds two tranquilizer darts and right gauntlet hold two poison darts.
Arbitrator P.A.K. - customized armor includes removed plates in non-vital locations to free up movement and allow full use of his dexterous nature. Cortosis layer on the palms of his gloves. Right gauntlet holds holo display and controls.
Scatterweave - metal plates are dipped while the thread is woven into the body glove of his armor.
Modular Combat Vest MK-IV - light armor vest that he wears in low threat situations.
YG-300 Light Freighter - freighter used for travel. Customized with the 5-point star logo of Clan Vos.
Swoop bike - used for planetside travel. Kept in his freighter.
RG-5 Assault Starfighter - his personal starfighter that wait for him in his hangar on Kiffu. If he's offworld and in need of a starfighter, his pal Rok will transport it to him.[/fancybox4]
BIOGRAPHY
[fancybox4="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o124/JNigg08/a2b3d3ab-507d-4baa-8a27-8befe4cd4ed8.jpg"]Chapter I: Beginnings
Malachi lived a fairly normal life for one of his species for the majority. His early childhood he spent absorbing knowledge from his very respected parents, Zayn and Tri Vos. His dad owned and operated a hangar where he would spend a fair amount of time customizing ships with the few resources he could acquire. Most of his work was modest so he never gained any great renown for his work, which is how he preferred it. Malachi paid very close attention to his father's work and it wasn't long before the young man was considerably good at ship modifications. He turned this newfound passion towards weapons and armor as well, using these skills to make adjustments to his own supplies. His mother, on the other hand, wasn't quite as successful at keeping her son's attention. She was a Republic pilot early in her life and during one particular battle it was discovered that she was attuned to the force. Her heightened senses, increased reflexes and seemingly amazing luck saved many lives that day. The Jedi that had accompanied the military took notice and began inquiries. Shortly after Malachi's third birthday, his mom left for official Jedi training. Her time there was short lived though, as her longing for her family overcame her aspirations to be on the Jedi Council. Staying only a week after attaining knighthood, she returned home and found that her young child was also force sensitive. Despite the knowledge that her mother held, Malachi only ever showed an interest in her piloting skills. Not one to force anything, she ended his padawan lessons and instead helped him become a remarkable pilot, teaching him how to use the force to help in dogfights instead. Malachi also learned to channel the force to increase his budging psychometry that had began to take root.There was a girl who had started to show signs of force attunement whom his mother also began to instruct. Her name was Je'Lah and Malachi was infatuated at first sight. He took every moment he could to spend with her, for he knew his mother had already informed the Council and that a ship would soon arrive to take her for formal training. It was a sad day when she left, and it was the first time that Malachi could remember crying.
Chapter II: Secrets
"You are a remarkable child." his father told him one evening. "You have a talent that many of our people dream of. I must admit. I'm actually jealous," he chuckled as they continued to work.
"Ah dad, these... powers are more trouble than their worth if you ask me. People expect so much from me now. It's overwhelming."
"Well, you're only 10. You will learn to sort it all out as you grow older. C'mon, let's finish up. I have an important client waiting."
The two finished their current task, which was simply installing an upgraded comlink and and minor repairs to a hyperdrive unit on a damaged freighter. Malachi thought the vessel looked much worse for wear and was surprised at what little repairs it had received. He did wonder, however, where it had been. With a busted hyperdrive, it must have been in local space but Malachi was unaware of any recent battles near the planet. His father walked to greet the owner while Malachi gathered up their tools and equipment. The pilot of this ship looked worn out, like he hadn't slept in days but he eyed his father like he was seeing an old friend after many years.
"Zayn." he hear him say before the pair walked out of earshot. The boy continued cleaning up and his curiosity began to work on him. Once he was sure he was alone, he quietly snuck into the ship to get a look around. The interior was about as much as he expected except the all too familiar insignia of the Republic on the walls. "So," he thought, "he is a soldier after all." He felt a sudden sense of urgency and was afraid the force was trying to warn him. Sure enough he heard faint voices and the soft pit pat of boots approaching. Quickly, while trying to be mindful of the gentle tug of the force, he found a small corner and crawled inside.
The voices were closer now. There were three now, his father, the Republic soldier, and his mother. He could hear his mom first, "It is of vital importance, but one of us must stay with Malachi."
"Agreed," said his dad, "I will take this one and you remain here Tri."
The soldier spoke next, "I believe that will be for the best. As one of the Republic's most honored spymasters, I believe you have the best chance of retrieving the information unnoticed. If the reports are true and the Sith have returned..." he trailed off.
"Wait," Tri said, "we are not alone." There was a pause and Malachi could feel a sensation around him. He eyes grew wide as his mother spoke again. "Come out son."
Malachi knew there wasn't any sense in trying to play it off. He slowly rose and made his way out of the ship. He slouched his shoulders and tried to avoid eye contact. He had just learned something about his father that he never would have guessed. A spy? He struggled with how to handle this revelation. His father would often makes trips off world, but it had always been for supplies or business. Malachi guessed those might have been code words for more serious matters. He felt the soft grasp of his mother's hand on his shoulder and only then did he dare steal a glance at his father. The man gave a quick small and hug then whispered, "I'll explain when I return." He nodded to the soldier and together they boarded the freighter and left.
Chapter III: Training
Seven years had passed since he learned the true trade of his parents. He always knew his mother had trained with the Jedi but returned home to be with her husband and son but that had turned out to only be part of the truth. In actuality, she had been assigned back as a permanent guardian of the waystation her husband ran on the planet. His spy network ran from the inner core to the border colonies and many of his people would stop here for debriefing rather than risk being followed and outed as a spy on the Republic capital. The Jedi knew of her longing to be home and offered her a solution that benefited both.
In the following years since, Malachi took to studying with both parents. His father began to instruct in the ways of espionage and gunfighting which he took to greatly. By his 17th birthday he was a great shot and could move silently with ease. His quick feet was matched only by his quicker hands. He found he was able to unholster, empty a clip and reload faster than most people with twice his experience. Zayn recruited his son into the ranks and brought him on a few missions for field experience.
His mother, on the other hand, continued lessons about the force, which Malachi took with disdain. The only interest he had was in ways to boost his already natural abilities, such as psychometry and the ability to move unseen. Tri restructured her lessons to include more piloting, which was one of Malachi's favorite pastimes. Every chance he could he would take his father's ship into orbit with his mother as a passenger. She taught him every maneuver she could remember from her days in fighters. She showed him ways to delicately use the force to boast his survivabilty in the cockpit. He loved every minute of it.
This continued for years and Malachi began to show mastery of his chosen arts. By his 21st birthday his father passed away and his mother followed shortly after. A new spymaster was stationed in his father's position and Malachi would run ops for him from time to time but he felt that there was no reason for him to be on the planet much longer and he began to make plans to leave and start a life elsewhere. Though he had been many places by this time, and had mastered two additional languages, he wanted to see more and felt that this was his time.
Chapter IV: A Pleasant Surprise
His heart felt heavy. Everything he had known and held dear had been taken from him. His spent his last few days on Kiffu honoring his parents for all the knowledge they had trusted him with. Family secrets had been shared, training had been given, and heirlooms had been entrusted. His father gave him the freighter that they had worked on together all those years ago. His mother had left her lightsaber to him and, though he knew he would never use it, he kept close.
The day was here and many from his community had gathered to send him off. The day was full of well wishing and happiness as he floated through the settlement, trying to spend time with the last few friends he had. He sat in the cantina attached to the local starport and shared a drink with some acquaintances when he heard his name being called. It was a soft, sweet voice that made his heart melt and he couldn't be sure but he felt as if he knew it. He stood quickly and turned towards the sound, scanning the crowd, out of which emerged a beautiful lady who moved with elegance and grace. He continued to watch in awe and she waved at him and called his name again. He walked forward and smiled bigger than he had in years.
"Je'Lah!" he said with excitement as he gave her a strong embrace. "Wow... it's been... what are you doing here?"
She returned the hug in style and smiled from ear to ear. "Well, I heard about Tri and I wanted to be here. I was held up longer than I expected, sorry."
They spent the rest of the day catching up. She told him about her training and how she had passed her trials and was now a Jedi Knight. The two of them were something to see, a chemistry that you didn't need to force to feel. They spent hours in the cockpit of his freighter and talked for hours. She stopped when she saw his belongings being loaded and he told her of his plans to leave that day. The environment changed a bit after that as her sadness was evident. Eventually he offered for her to join him, which he didn't expect her to accept but was surprised when she did. He asked about the Order and her standing with them and she explained that she had already left their ranks but was too embarrassed to tell.
A few months later they were married and had found steady work with a small band of mercenaries. Je'Lah found it hard to adjust at first as the Jedi way had become her nature, but as she watched her husband work she became more at ease and was able to join into the work more. Malachi began using the name Kifo at this point, a name that meant Death in a forgotten language. Their group was led by a man named Tex who was ruthless and had a low sense of morality.
Kifo and Tex came to odds many times as the latter felt threatened by the former's charismatic nature. Kifo earned great influence over the other members and could have used this to take over had he wanted. Those who were still loyal to Tex made Kifo's life hell when all he wanted was to provide a comfortable life for he and his wife. Tex didn't see it this way and began to slander the name of the young man and his spouse. He accused Je'Lah of using Jedi mind tricks to control his weaker minded members.
Chapter V: Betrayal
Kifo and Je'Lah had discussed leaving their current situation behind many times and had decided to that after this last mission they were done. Their friend, Rok, had made the arrangements for them. The plan was simple, they had been handed a bounty for a group of savages that had been terrifying the locals. They would deal with the leader, collect the bounty, and meet Rok in the spaceport for a trip out. It didn't happen as planned.
Je'Lah went ahead to scout and had contacted Kifo via comm when she had located him. The trap had been set and as Kifo approached he was ambushed. The savages were waiting on him and while he managed to dispose of them, they had succeeded in the plan. He had been held up long enough and Je'Lah had already been surronded. His former brothers trapped her within the building and set off charges. When Kifo finally managed to close in on their location the building was already smoldering and he saw the mercs fleeing the scene. From that day forward he vowed vengeance for his wife and to never stop hunting the men responsible.
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