Alec Voight
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Name: Alec Voight
Faction: N/A
Rank: N/A
Force Sensitive: No
Species: Echani/Corellian
Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa
Sex: Male
Age: 13
Height: 5'6
Weight: 110 lbs
ACT: 1 of 2 "Debt"
Money makes the world go round. Money is the root of all evil. Money is the lifeblood of corporations and conglomerations. Money is also the downfall of many. It is a substance borrowed and slung from one end of a world to the other to sate needs and wants, it is there to quell suspicions and to keep the sharpness of tongues dull. The poor seek the charitable nature of the powerful, and at times they are granted generosity; however, even the poor must pay what is due. To ask of donations is akin to asking a lesser god for a piece of themselves to patch up what is broken, to repair what loss has brought. The powerful do not care for the poor, for they are subject to their own short-comings and why they're stuck in such a life of poverty. But the word poverty can swing like a pendulum. There is poverty in all manners of life, be it of a spiritual or personal nature. The rich do not suffer from the poverty within their hearts, for they are able to rebuild their foundation no matter how eroded it has become by greed. But in time, all things fall. Even the rich get what they deserve if they lead lives of selfishness.
Death becomes permissible to all when the high walls of wealth crumble and reveals only the cowardly. Their fortune then becomes the world's treasure. The poor reap what is sewn.
Alec Voight was a boy born not of leisure, but of the lowly denizens of Nar Shaddaa. Their lives were nothing valuable, they held no possessions that any prying eyes might take interest in. They were simply plain people with nothing greater but their own hopes and desires of one day rising from the depths of the city. Alec's parents were a fair, but strict couple. His mother an Echani and his father of Corellian origin. Both of them wanted something better for the boy, but did not have the financial support to put him through education. They barely made enough credits to put food on their table.
Life in the city could be a bit confusing at times. Trust held no weight, and being trusted was even more of a rarity. It was a live or die world, dog eat dog. Gangs ran rampant through streets and held control over sections like hives of insects swarming for goods and resources just to sate themselves.This was the life Alec was being raised into, and he didn't once question it.
In a way, this circumstance was better than most possibilities. Being part of a poor family meant not being bothered by the wicked nature of those that dominate the streets. At least not for some time.
But, unfortunately, living conditions weren't ideal for Alec's father. The man laid awake at night and stared at the ceiling, pondering ways his family could obtain a lifestyle of comfort. There was one particular idea he had in mind, and he tossed it back and forth with some unease. Could he ask for money and be reliable to pay it back? Uncertainty gnawed at his insides, small fits of panic overwhelmed him as if his conscious was warning him that this idea would certainly end on a bad note.
But alas, the heart beats the mind. And with time, regret would follow.
The next day came, and Alec was out with local children. His mother and father felt he was far too young to understand the context of their need for money, so they discussed the matter in private.
Regret was drawing closer.
The decision was made.
ACT: 2 of 2 "Reap"
The tears of consequence stained cheeks. Sorrow had been wrought upon the ones that decided to seed their concerns within the toxicity of unclean hands, and it was far too late to fix it. Multiple warnings and threats had been dished out to the poor family, the ones that felt it necessary to borrow money. Such a decision was akin to a double-edged sword, and most times ended badly. This was the nature of relying on illegality and its short span of enjoyment.The money was not used in a selfish act, however. Alec received his education through a tutor, an older man whom had outside knowledge on the galaxy and what other planets and people were like. The boy learned quite quickly, and his eager nature to question everything earned him a small archive of knowledge. Of course, getting out would improve on this, but he had no means of doing so. Not yet, at least.
Alec's father sat at the table in their kitchen with his head in his left hand, hair clutched beneath tense fingers. His mother locked herself away in a spare room where faint sobbing could be heard from the hallway. Alec himself sat in his room on his bed, looking down at the floor in silence. Stains of past tenants blotted and discolored the carpets and walls. Silence filled the apartment as everyone struggled in their own way to wrap their head around what was to come next.
They owed money back. And there was no way they could make it up. The group they borrowed it from was also aware of this.
Alec's father kept a blaster pistol hidden away in his pillow, something else he decided to buy. Just as he was thinking of getting it, three thunderous knocks came rapping at the front door followed by a brief silence. Alec looked up towards his doorway as he still sat on his bed, his mother still quietly sobbing, locked away.
Then, suddenly, Alec felt his heart sink to his stomach as another barrage of knocks filled the air with a formidable sense of dread. The father whipped his neck in the direction of the door, his heart beating indefinitely with fear and certainty. The kind of certainty that only comes when one understands they are about to die.
Without anymore hesitation, Alec's father burst into a sprint down the hallway towards his bedroom to retrieve the pistol. Subsequently the front door gave in to a blast that rattled the interior. Dust kicked up and people outside on the streets ran in fright until that section was totally vacated. Three men stormed the residence and began to smash and destroy all of the family's belongings. The moved hastily and with precision, kicking down each door until they could find anyone.
Alec stood breathing heavily, they hadn't made it to his door yet. He then heard his father burst out of his own room with blind fury, pulling the trigger while screaming. His cry was one of desperation and fear, his own voice only helped to block out the thoughts of his own inevitable death. Bolts dashed across the apartment and struck one of the assailants in the back causing him to collapse. The other two fixed their gazes to the protective fool and set him ablaze with automatic blaster fire. Holes riddled his body as he crumpled to the floor lifelessly.
They then moved to Alec's room and attempted to snatch the boy up, but he fought back as well. He punched and kicked at the murderers and screamed bloody murder to his mother, but she was too much of a coward to come out of hiding. They grabbed the boy by the arms and drug him out of the destroyed apartment, the boy eyeing his father's corpse for a moment as he was taken outside. The two men slammed Alec into a speeder and locked the doors so he couldn't get out.
He watched them go back inside what he might have called home. There was only more tension and silence as he awaited to see what they would do next...
In moments like these, there is no music to accompany the dread and heart-wrenching predicaments. There is only one's own beating heart and mind. There are only sounds of life going on around as you are burdened emotionally with pain. It's almost as if the rest of the world has no care.
The two men came back into view with his mother held tightly by her hair. The individual that held her shown the boy an expression lacking in every aspect. He was neither happy nor sad, neither angry or troubled. There was nothing.
Alec and the hit-men stared each other down for what seemed like an eternity. The amount of pain and confusion within the young boy's heart was reaching unbearable thresholds. Why did this have to happen to him? Should he have blamed his father for his poor decisions? Should he remember him as the very reason his life would be so different from here on out? Most definitely. But Alec could never hate his own family, no matter the price.
Suddenly, the screech of a blaster echoed throughout the streets. Alec's mother lay face down in the grime and dirt of he sidewalk. The two men walked casually toward the speeder and crushed the boy as both of them got in on either side, and as soon as the door closed again, they were off.
Epilogue
To this day, Alec has been exploited and used as a child soldier in the criminal underground. Drug smuggling, information delivery, even armed robbery. Nothing was ever done about the death of his parents, and nobody ever spoke a word of it. Not even to the boy himself. Extortion has been a lesson learned by Alec, and a valuable one at that. Instead of learning how to live honorably, a path of violence and twisted morals had been set before him. But with each day that passes, vengeance remains commonplace within Alec's mind. There's nothing he can do but work for his captors and hope that one day, fate takes a different approach. These people deserve death.Personality
- Quiet
- Self-centered
- Passive-aggressive
- Sneaky
- Spontaneous
- Introvert
- Short Temper