The Admiralty
“Freedom is not granted. You seize it.”
ALIAS: XIAN VALART
SPECIES: TWI’LEK
AGE: ADULT
GENDER: MALE
EYES: STORM BLUE
SKIN: PINK | DARK PURPLE
HEIGHT: 2.2 METERS
FORCE SENSITIVE: YES
EMPLOYMENT: PIRATE-TO-BE
EMPLOYER: BLACKTHORNE
His earliest memory was of green moss and the running river. Wandering up and down the stream, laughing at the beasts jumping out of the water to catch bugs for food, before being caught themselves by predators lying in wait. It was this image that stuck with Xian the longest- many years later, while shackled and grounded to dust he looked back on it and found clarity in the image. It was the realization that it was a miniture version of what happened all around the Galaxy. You live your life, you hunt and prey, but as you jump?
A larger predator comes around and takes you instead.
Nature was replicated by civilization and each sentient was a simple cog in that larger machine. You could either move with it... or get stuck and then destroyed by the coming gears.
Xian did not wish to be destroyed.
He went from cabin boy to cleaner and from dancer to bodyguard to enforcer back to dancer. His masters were varied, his skills expanded, but he remained at the behest of his betters. Until one day his master was found dead- with a bloody Twi'lek hanging over him, knife still wet. Three more corpses were added right after that discovery.
Two more after that.
The rest had no taste for more death and cowed to demands made. He could have left, there and then. They would not have stopped him, but he was reminded of lessons learned as a little child: there is always a larger predator. To run was to live in fear of his past. So Xian picked a different path for himself, he stayed, he forced them to kneel and then the Twi'lek took over the slaving outfit.
If a larger predator is to be?
Let it be him.
