Dek Riz

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Dek Riz
Biographical Information
Homeworld:	Mirial
Date of Birth:	7 ABY (age 35)
Physical Description
Species:	Mirialan
Gender:	Male
Height:	1.55 m
Weight:	79 kg
Hair:	Black
Eyes:	Blue
Personal Information
Allies:	Sith
Chronology & Political Information
Profession:	Slicer
Era(s):	Dark Jedi Brotherhood Era
Affiliation:	Naga Sadow
Known masters:	Darkblade
Dossier:	Dek Riz
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Dek Riz is a Mirualan Sith currently residing with Clan Naga Sadow. He is just now learning what it is to have the Force, and the powers it could one day bestow on him.

Character History

Youth

Dek Riz was born on Mirial in the city of Covac to Salo and Pokal Riz. He was preceded by his sister, Jada, by two years. Dek and his family lived a predominately normal Mirialan life. Early on Dek took a fascination to electronics. He was amazed at the ingenuity of the datapad, and the holonet. He would commonly start dissembling gadgets around the home just to see how all the parts were put together, to his parent’s dismay. There wasn't a day where some piece of equipment wasn't laying around his room in some state of assembly or disarray. It was no surprise to anyone when Dek decided to make electrical engineering the focus of his studies in school.

Dek inhaled all the information he could get from his teachers, and when that wasn't enough he'd be scouring the 'net for more or tinkering with some new device. As he grew older he also started to create little gadgets from scraps or parts he'd pick up at market. None of the devices were noteworthy but they did help Dek with understanding the complexities of some contraptions. Dek continued his studies through secondary school and was soon the go-to guy if you needed something fixed.

In 25 ABY Dek would be able to take all that knowledge and put it to work. Covac had been experiencing tremors for the past two years and late in the year a devastating earthquake struck the city and surrounding suburbs. Dek's family was fine, but their home, like much of the city, was destroyed. Unfortunately many people had lost their lives and there were calls for volunteers to help in all aspects. Dek volunteered to help with the electrical grid. The process was slow going, like everything else at the time, but eventually Dek and the team were able to get the cities power back up. There was still much to do but it certainly helped. Dek continued to assist in any way he could until things cooled down.

After months of work from all people of Covac the city was once again back to normal, more or less. Dek and many of the volunteers were commended for their efforts and several people suggested to Dek he was more than worthy for his first tattoo. So in his nineteenth year of life Dek tattooed his hand in honor of the work he did to help restore power to his community.

Coming of Age

Dek earned the right of full passage to Covac's best engineering school thanks to his efforts during the disaster. He took to his classes right away and did everything he could to learn the most minuscule details. Dek's constant thirst for information made sure that he didn't have much of a social life and much of his interactions were helping other students fix some device or other. Without distractions however it was not long before Dek had learned much of what his current courses could teach him. In order to get some hands on experience Dek took a part time job with Tiedal Brother's ElectroRepair. The shop specialized in the residential sector, including heating, appliances and sometimes construction work. Dek took to the job easily enough, starting on basic repairs and eventually creating blueprints for and installing electric infrastructure for new homes.

Dek's graduation from university came quickly enough and included a few new tattoos showing his mastery in the field. Dek took a full time job with the Tiedals' shop and became quite the electrician for them. His work and credentials made him a popular person in Covac and he enjoyed high social standing. Dek, however, couldn't sit still. He became bored with the job. Every contract and repair seemed the same to him, and it was just too easy. He went back to the books and looked from something new and exciting. He tried to learn about starship engines but it didn't appeal to him. He tried his hand at something a bit different: culinary. Something about creating a meal felt like repairing to him. Both had parts and had to be fitted together in the right way to make it work. But that's where the similarities ended and Dek didn't have much luck when working outside of a set recipe. He could make a decent nerf burger though. He did meet a few interesting people whilst he was studying it though.

The Mirialan tried several different interests but nothing that hooked him like electronics did. He continued working with the Tiedal's and that went well enough for him. Around his 25th year however the Tiedal's took a few jobs from the same company: IUE. Most of the jobs were for normal residential plots, however one job IUE's contact asked for Dek personally. The contact, a Mirialan male named Fromming, had heard good things about Dek and offered him something a bit different. Fromming wouldn't tell Dek exactly what the job was but asked him to disassemble and reassemble a common datapad in ten minutes. Dek was intrigued, so he quickly did the task, but did notice a tiny device inside the pad that was not on normal configurations. It was strangely connected to several different parts of the pad. Thinking this was likely a test of his skills he put it all back together, including the new device. Fromming took the device, and it worked exactly like before. Fromming asked Dek if he had noticed something different about the datapad and Dek told him about the extra piece. Fromming was pleased that Dek had the know-how and flexibility to put the pad back together. Fromming told Dek he'd be in touch.

Path, Interrupted

Dek had to wait half a month but he got word from Fromming about the job. Dek was sent a blueprint for a gadget he'd never seen before. Fromming asked him to assemble it and bring it to IUE asap. Dek fortuitously had all the parts he needed and was able to get it created in less than an hour. He brought it over to IUE, which was a single floor office building on the outskirts of the city, and Fromming inspected it and inserted a chip into the side of the mechanism. Fromming was incredibly pleased and told Dek that he had just built a working data skimmer. Although Dek knew devices like that were extremely illegal he took pride that he could create it whilst just working from blueprints. Fromming paid Dek and told him other jobs could come his way. Dek had mixed emotions about that, on one hand it was incredibly fun to create a device like that and on the other hand it could get him into a mass of trouble.

As time went on Dek continued to get jobs from IUE creating these devices. He decided it was something he greatly enjoyed and it being illegal added some flair to his life. After a year of these odd jobs Fromming now trusted Dek with a different kind of job. He wanted Dek to learn how to slice. Dek took a few days to think about it. The contraptions were one thing, but this was something else entirely. But his boredom with life got the better of him and he decided to agree. Dek was overloaded with the guides, data and material given to him on slicing, but he was determined to learn everything he could. Luckily many of the concepts were those he was well versed in being an electrical engineer. After a few weeks Dek thought he had a good handle on what was being taught. Fromming started him out slowly: slicing records from small businesses in the area. As these jobs went well Dek was given tougher assignments. After a few months of solo work Dek was introduced to a small team: two Mirialan’s (Izac & Yellsa), a Devaronian (Nadron) and a human (Vyla).

The team welcomed Dek into their fold and they started practicing for some larger ops. During their time together Dek really started coming out of his shell. He still wasn't a social butterfly, but after the first big job they did he finally began to trust people other than himself. The group continued to do well together for over a year. Dek had never enjoyed his life more than he was at this moment. Dek also began to crave the dangerous situations he was in, maybe a bit too much. He actively goaded Fromming and the team to hit up some more alarming targets. Even with this recklessness the ops went decently enough and Dek and the team made a good living as well.

The Job

Early in 34 ABY though Fromming came to them with a colossal assignment: Mirialan Central Bank. The plan was brash, thoughtless, and foolhardy. The team loved it. They planned for a solid month, going over every conceivable situation. The squad knew they could pull it off. Dek had gone over everything again and again, he knew his part well. The day came and everything was working out well. The unit had completed their jobs perfectly, and were about out of the area when Izac and Vyla's heads just sort of disappeared. Nadron crashed into Dek and they tumbled to the ground as high powered blaster fire peppered the area. Yellsa got hit in the chest and she dropped. Nadron and Dek fled into the surrounding urban area, and were separated soon after. Dek was in complete shock and the only thing he could do was run, run, and then run some more.

Fortune was with Dek and he made it out of the city unharmed. He was completely wrecked from the vision he had just had. His closest friends were gone in an instant. Dek didn't understand why but he wasn't sad, he was enraged. His thoughts jumped around but the one thing he kept coming back to was revenge. Dek was determined to find out what happened but he was present enough to know he had to stay out of town for a while. He waited impatiently for days, but eventually made his way back home. Dek didn't find anything out of the ordinary when he came back. No one was waiting for him. He laid low there for another few days watching his surroundings. He then made contact with Fromming. Fromming had thought Dek was dead, and he gave Dek the news that Nadron was found only a mile away from the others. Fromming wanted to meet, and soon. Dek agreed and was quickly on his way out of town again for the encounter. Dek showed up to the meet but before he could even say hello a bag was put over his head and he was knocked out.

Dek came to bound and seated in some kind of warehouse he wasn’t familiar with. Fromming and two other Mirialans were in front of him. They asked him about the job, about his squad, and about the money. Dek didn't have any answers about the money. Dek told them he used the same tools as every job and he had never changed the accounts that the devices connect to. That's when they started striking him. They asked him over and over again about the money each time increasing the violence. When Dek didn't have new answers they started a different approach. Fromming produced a tattoo rotary. He started it up and began tattooing thick black lines over Dek's face tattoos. Dek could stomach the punching, the kicks and the cuts but a Mirialan's tattoos were their life, their accomplishments, their fate and Fromming was erasing all of it. All the rage he felt before after his friend's deaths came back at him. Every line Fromming created increased Dek's furor. As Fromming started on the prisoner’s hand tattoo, Dek's first, Dek howled manically and for a second everything went still. Dek could feel something around him, he could envision it around the torturers, he could direct it. Instinctively he directed all the pain, the fury, the madness into the three around him and one by one they clutched their chests and dropped to the floor. Dek was too bewildered to think about what just happened he just needed to get out. He slid the chair across to one of the thugs' corpse and dropped to the floor to grab the vibroknife out of the goon's belt holster. He cut himself out of the ropes and fled the building.

About three miles from the warehouse Dek finally stopped to assess his plight. He knew he could never go home. Someone would find the bodies sooner or later. The Tiedal's could link him to Fromming and with the desecration of Dek's tattoos he could never be accepted into normal Mirialan society again. He didn't even want to think about whatever killed them. He had to get off the planet. Luckily that was easy, he had sliced records at the starport dozens of times. He thought about contacting his parents or Jada to say goodbye, but he didn't want them involved in all of this mess. So Dek cautiously made his way to the Covac starport and sliced his way onto a starliner for Ferro.