The Commando (Background)

Saet Vrol was born 43bby in Jabiim's capital city of Choal to a family of Zabrak immigrants. Although the Vrol family was not a wealthy one, the meager living Saet's father made working the mines was enough to afford an education. Saet took none of it for granted, excelling in the field. Upon emergence of his horns, Saet took the traditional rite of passage of his mother culture, and was tattooed per the customs of Iridonia. Saet was close with his family, and in his teenage years took a variety of jobs to help support the household. However, being naturally inclined to ferocity, and general hot bloodedness, he struggled to hold many occupations down. Although he had been born in a hospital, the Vrol house was far from the safety of the capital. 25 bby, in the midst of the clone wars, Saet returned to his family home to find nothing more than cinders. No bodies were recovered after the Trandoshans came.

Saet was one of many in a popular outcry at the Republic's indifference to his world. With no living relatives, or loved ones to support, he was quickly swept up in the rage of Jabiim. He took up arms for the planetary government. Saet Vrol needed someone to answer for the galaxy's wrongs. When a man called Alto Stratus came to take face as a leader, he was the answer to Saet's anger. He painted an enemy he could reach, and so Saet did. A remarkably tenacious individual, Saet was twenty when he completed his training. As a Nimbus commando, he was on the line for the war to come.

He was barely twenty one when The Republic finally came, and not to his aid. The fighting was fierce on Jabiim, although the enemy, and their clones were vast, and faceless, the Jabiimi had powerful weapons in excess offered by the CIS to throw against them. Saet was a predator, and the GAR was his prey. He tore into them with his comrades like a pack of wolves to wounded deer, and he tasted plenty of blood. Remarkably, despite the odds, Jabiim won that particular battle. They thought it had been a war, but it wasn't. While over three years the Jabiim Nationalists toiled at the rooted rebels, their confederacy behind them began to crumble. Saet was still fighting the traitors he could see when overnight the Nationalists scattered like dust.

His people succumbed to the corrupt Republic. Suddenly Saet was a rebel too. Saet fought against the occupiers, now called The Empire even when his fellow rank did not. Despite his zealous rage, he was outgunned, and outnumbered. He surrendered, and was thrown in prison for his efforts. The clone wars ended, not with a triumphant bang, but in a far larger betrayal. The fate of the Clones, Jedi, and free worlds of the galaxy are history. The New Order brought worse oppression to Jabiim's people. However, unlike the war with the confederacy, the turmoil on Jabiim still smoldered. In 18bby, a prison transport carrying Saet was ambushed by Jabiim Loyalist rebels. Although at first distrusting of his rescuers, Saet eventually reconciled his previous embitterment upon hearing the oppression of the new order. Without much seeming choice, Saet joined the guerillas, and continued his fight against Coruscant's faceless hordes.

Time, and loss wore at Saet's optimism. The killing made him numb. One night after a successful raid, he laid awake pondering life, what he had to gain, and what he had to lose. He was twenty five now, and although hate was a fuel, he decided he couldn't run on it any longer. He couldn't beat the monolith empire off of his world if he tried. He supposed that if his metal rich world was still free enough for armed insurgents to operate, there had to be greater respites elsewhere in the outer rim. Saet fell asleep that rainy night with a plan. Some weeks later, Saet fought his last fight for Jabiim.

During a raid on a mining depot, he broke from his fellow rebels, and made a break for a landed bulk hauler. Singlehandedly, he dispatched three inexperienced Jabiimi conscripts with his carbine, and boarded the vessel. He realized then exactly where he was running to. Saet's training included speeder piloting, and the vessel's controls were similar enough. While his freedom fighters caused a diversion, he shot for orbit, and never looked back. Heading deep for the outer rim, Saet eventually made it to Sleheyron, trading his stolen cargo for fuel. He sold his ore for the sort of price that said not to question the source, and for a period slept on the streets. Now that Saet was done surviving, and was free to live, the Zabrak struggled to find a goal. He found meager jobs to survive, although his years had left him just as fiery as he was in his youth.

After a year, bouncing from sink to sink as a dishwasher, an interesting opportunity came down the line. A small job for a less than reputable source, promising a large sum for anyone willing to take risks. Saet was good at private security, and he was happy to know that the man he secured needed it. A Hutt cartel street boss, who needed a bit of muscle while out collecting dues. Saet was quite the bruiser, and earned himself a few pretty bonuses. For a man with a price on his head, he did quite well for himself, eventually being referred to higher echelons for his quality work. Saet didn't find himself in the business of killing again until 14bby, but he was a damn good killer. A battle hardened Zabrak commando was a hot commodity for the Hutt crime family.

At first he found himself in a deal gone wrong, and after executing the other party far faster than half of them could pull the trigger, he was put to the task of outright stealing shipments. The Hutts treated their cash cow well, paid enough for a comfortable apartment, and all the meat a living war machine could eat. However like all the people relegated to Sleheyron, Saet was caught in the trap called a rat race. Eventually, quite simply, the slums got old. Saet pooled the credits he had, and saved up more until he could afford himself a starship. 10bby Saet came before the great slug that ran Sleheyron, and petitioned for some higher risk, higher reward jobs.

At this point his skills had been demonstrated. Negotiations went about as well as you might expect, however. There was no deal. An older wiser Saet knew better than to shoot the creature where it sat, so he bowed, and left with his tail low. He could find his own work, and he'd made the necessary preparations. With the credits he stashed, he made the acquisition of a lightly used freighter of less than legal origin, and he skipped town. Out in the galaxy he found himself in a greater ecosystem of contract killers. Like all of them Saet chased the fame that would bring him fortune. Just waiting for his lucky break.