Quejo Drakai is a brutal Sith Warlord serving under the banner of Clan Plagueis. He has overcome great deals of torment and pain. He has murdered countless innocents for the sake of 'taking control' and has honed his abilities with the Force so finely that his senses are constantly in tune with his surroundings. He has led Starships and Fleets, broken enemy lines on the field of battle, and has killed Yuuzhan Vong and Jedi. Breaking out of his clumsy shell, Quejo has mastered the art of Shii-Cho and Soresu, blending them, making them one with a darker version of Niman. Currently he is serving in the Clan Plagueis Navy as a Brigadier Admiral and advisor, commanding the VSDII 'Ballista'.
Character History
Churning Waters
Quejo was born on Glee Anselm in 22 BBY during the Clone Wars. The region in which he was born was Sabilon, the same region which the notable Kit Fisto had been discovered by the Jedi Order. His young life was focussed more torwards torment and harassment, his only family had little time for him and other Nautiloids, mostly children, picked on him for being different. The adults ignoring such remarks, saw it as harmless fun, or figured that kids would be kids and would do it regardless of what they said. He was rather large and unlucky as a youngster, burdened if you will. Instead of getting to know him, his so-called friends would beat him and call him an outcast claiming that he was too clumsy to be of any use to their graceful species. Pushing him away instead of embracing him. They never saw his true potential, only his unqiue traits.
Quejo's father, Leeko, worked for the Government of Glee Anslem as an Environmental Specialist. He would study the surface storms, tides, biological anomalies, et cetera.... To him, work was everything, which is why Quejo's mother Sarei had left him soon after giving birth. While the large Nautolan loved his father and his father loved him, Quejo resented his father's work ethic and figured Leeko wanted nothing to do with him. Feeling neglected and unloved, Quejo ran away from home as most youngsters would had they felt the same way. Roughly six years old, Quejo fled to an island on the surface, hoping to live alone, away from the comments and disgust of his peers.
While it took awhile for Leeko to realize that his only son had gone missing, he was still distraught when he found out that no one had seen him for hours. Finding it difficult to gather the people and resources necessary for a search party, he left the solitude of his work station in hopes of tracking Quejo down. He searched for days until a violent hurricane forced him to retreat back under the surface. The only thing left for him to do was wait or mourn.
Bunkered down under a series of trees, Quejo contemplated getting back in to the water. However, he was still young and the large waves would've shredded him against the rocks. Instead, he would try to ride it out on land. Minutes had passed and the storm began to intensify, Quejo realizing that his short life was probably about to end. Until he saw a figure working it's way through the jungle. Robes tore from its body in the gusting winds and a pair of Light green eyes seemed to glow from beneath a deep hood.
"Come young one!" The being shouted. "I wont cause you harm."
Somewhat reluctant, Quejo stood to his feet and ran to the outstretched arms of a Human. He had never seen a Human before but was pleased to see that this one was friendly. Before introductions were even made, Quejo was taken to an old bunker used during one of the Nautolan, Anselmi conflicts. It would house him for the night, perhaps even longer.
The Adoption
The storm dissipated and Quejo had risen from a much needed sleep. Sitting on a stool-like chair in the corner was his rescuer, watching over him with great concern and amusement. Little did the Nautolan know, the man had been surveying him, studying him.... reading him. He could feel the pain in the young one for he too had pain. He was a Jedi, a survivor of Order 66, forced to flee or die like his brothers. Obi-Wan Kenobi and Master Yoda had sent out a distress signal, sadly, he was one of the few to actually receive it. His name was Grant Felkor and he was a newly appointed Master who didn't even have the luxury of being paired with a Padawan. Darth Sidious had ordered the massacre of his brethren before he had gotten the chance, all ties being severed within an instant.
He sought refuge on Glee Anslem, hoping that he wouldn't be hunted due to the planet's history of violent storms and civil wars. However, for what he had planned for the Nautolan, remaining on this harsh planet's surface would be unsuitable. For now, he would try to get to know his new little friend. The two talked for quite some time. Grant had told the young boy that he was a Jedi and tried to explain his past, as well as the Force, as best he could. Until he touched upon a sensitive subject. He asked the child if he had any family left. This, enraged Quejo, causing him to smash his fist in to the wall of the bunker, bloodying his knuckles, breaking skin. He had no family, his father had abandoned him, this was the story told. Believing it to be true, Felkor took Quejo in as his own, his first Padawan, his adopted son. He felt that along with this boy, there was a chance he could rebuild the Order, to attempt to establish peace in the Galaxy once more.
While the anger of the boy worried Felkor, he also realized that it was a base emotion that all species' shared and experienced at atleast one point in their lives. However, Felkor would think nothing of it. Instead, he searched for a planet that would both be suitable for the young Nautolan and himself. He decided to head for the swamps of Naboo.
Swamp Life
Shortly after arriving on Naboo, Felkor told Quejo that he was Force Sensitive. That, he too, could become a Jedi. The one to rebuild the Order, to bring peace and justice back to a torn Galaxy in distress. Never truly having a purpose in life, the young Nautolan was ecstatic. He absolutely loved the idea of becoming a Jedi like his new friend and soon to be mentor. However, his training would need to wait. While Grant showed him things here and there, he kept the darker aspects away from him. A boy with anger didn't need to learn about the luring power of the dark side. Not yet...For now he would only reveal basic principles and techniques to get him started down the long and difficult path. To remain secluded, they still needed to find refuge, Grant hoping that his Gungan friends would allow him and the boy to stay with them in Otoh Gunga.
After a brief discussion with the Boss of the City, Quejo and the Jedi were allowed to stay. While reluctant to allow this, the Boss owed Grant a favor for aiding him in the past. After receiving a place to stay, Felkor began to teach the young Quejo everything he knew about the Force. Training for the boy was very difficult but needed. Realizing that Quejo was both physically and spiritually strong, he developed training methods that catered specifically to his needs. Endurance exercises were performed under water, Quejo building his lung power and developing peak cardiovascular fitness early on. However, most of his strength building was performed on land due to the fact that things become much lighter in water. Mixed in with these conditioning routines, Grant would teach Quejo various Force techniques and skills that would come in handy for him throughout his life. Some of the more advanced techniques would include - reading the minds of sentients and creatures (increasing his ability to read pheromones), telepathic communication, breath control, trances for healing and calming the mind, and of course, Lightsaber combat.
These techniques became second nature for the young learner. Despite what Quejo's father thought about him being a slow learner, he was truly quite the opposite. He couldnt be told how to do something, however, if he was shown, he would quickly catch on. For a few years he would be trained, his Master keeping a close eye on him through the hydrostatic force-field bubbles which made up the City. In total, five years had passed. Quejo was now turning eleven years old and was still learning. His everyday life consisted of fending off Muskeg Gungans with his Master, one in specific. The deranged Gungans name was Ents Suss and he was obsessed with technology. He even went as far as having two of his limbs removed so that they could be replaced with implants. He was not friendly, nor did he like Otoh Gunga or its Government. In an attempt to wreak havoc on the City, Ents created two distress signals which were known to attract Opee Sea Killers and attract them they did.
In an attempt to save the City, Quejo ignored his Master's warning and swam out. He managed to destroy the emitters and lure the six fish in to deeper water, leading them down one of the many abyssal labyrinths. Coming to what would appear to be a dead end, he used his abilities and wits to cause a chain reaction of rock slides, initially trapping and killing the predators. After returning and being scolded by his Master for disobeying orders, he was told that Grant had arranged a meeting for the boy with one of the Paonga Masters as a reward. He would learn a new martial discipline in lieu of a lightsaber.
Creation of a Beast
By the age of sixteen, Quejo had already become a renowned Paonga grappler. Already he was quite large, this, in turn, making him both threatening and hard to overpower. His Master was thoroughly pleased with the speed in which he was advancing and maturing in combat and the Force. It was now time to put them to the test. While they still needed to remain hidden, Grant decided that leaving Otoh Gunga would be a wise move. He hated to stay in one place for too long, fearing that he would somehow be tracked down by the Empire. This paranoia would lead the two to Coruscant. By now the planet was under Imperial control, however, Grant figured that it would be the last place the Empire would look for a Jedi "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer" is the thought he had in mind. However, he couldn't have been more wrong.
They remained hidden for three more years. Quejo was now nineteen years old and a brutish yet sensitive being. He would often get in to trouble causing his Master to come down on him much like a father would a disobedient child. However, he was on his way to becoming a man so Felkor allowed him to make and attempt to fix his own mistakes. Learning from the experience. Going to a local junkdealer, Quejo and Felkor sought parts for their ship. They were planning to move on once more, however, when a group of thugs tried mugging them, Quejo carelessly tossed them aside using the force. Unfortunately they were seen by a group of Stormtroopers. While Felkor was scolding his adopted son and Padawan in public they gunned him down from behind.
A blood curdling roar erupted from within the Nautolan as he took up his Master's lightsaber and cut down the three Stormtroopers. Falling to his knees, Quejo became consumed by anger and lusted for revenge as he felt his Master's spirit become one with the Force. Tossing the corpse of his Master on to his shoulder and grabbing the powercell without paying, he made his way to the Maverick, Felkor's personal shuttle. Making the repairs, Quejo took command of the vessel and plotted a course for Naboo where he would give his Master a proper burial. After the ceremony he became lost. His only father figure had been murdered and his pain slowly began to turn in to rage.
He thought of all the times he had been bullied as a child on Glee Anselm, about the anger and neglect which drove him from his home, about the death of his father, but in the end, he thought about how good it felt to cut down the Stormtroopers that took his life. He thought about the surge of power which ran rampant throughout his body as he let the anger consume him. He would become a man of action, whether it meant doing the right thing or not. He would get his way. He wouldn't be pushed around anymore by anyone. The Galaxy would be his stomping grounds and his anger would be his fuel.
Galaxy of Injustice
With his Master's lightsaber, piloting skill, and accuracy with a Blaster Pistol, Quejo set out to not only seek revenge but to earn credits. Afterall, without his Master he had nothing but a Ship. He would still need food, equipment, and clothing. It didn't look good for him until he was confronted by a Noghri bounty hunter in a seedy establishment on Nar Shaddaa. Her name was Vexia. The hunter spoke with her boss who happened to be a young Hutt working to build his reputation. The two were alike in many ways so it was no real surprise to any one, that when they met, Quejo would be given a job head hunting. The Hutt, named Centrobo, ordered Vexia to teach Quejo about the hunt. To stalk, gather intell, and then seize targets. Vexia was known for her brutality and silence. She was a Master of Stava so she was able to teach the Nautolan how to harness his unrelenting aggression. To cripple with little effort and no wasted motion...
Quite a few years had passed, Quejo was now twenty eight years of age and was making quite a name for himself. However, he wasn't known for his kindness or merciful demeanor. He was known for his brutality. There were times when Centrobo ordered him to bring back certain individuals alive. Quejo, on the other hand, had plans of his own and would do whatever he wanted. He would often drag his 'marks' in to Centrobo's chamber, their bones broken, barely clinging to life, if not dead. While the Hutt didn't like it, there wasn't much he could do about it. In the end, he gave Quejo an ultimatum. He would need to prove himself by bringing one of Centrobo's nemesis' to justice. Or be relieved of his services...
His next mark would be a man named Vic Solt. He was a very wealthy and wise man. Centrobo had offered to loan him supplies and weapons for his personal guards, however, Solt was starting to fall behind with his payments. Not because he was out of money, but simply because Centrobo was still quite low in the criminal food chain. Solt figured he could keep the equipment and blatantly ignore the agreement. This didn't go over well with the novice crime lord, so he placed a price on his head that Quejo couldn't afford to refuse. All of the leads pointed to Concord Dawn, the birth place of the notorious bounty hunter Jango Fett.
Boarding his vessel, which he now had named "Tracker II", Quejo set out for the unfamiliar world. As he landed in the Starport, he barely had time to unpack before he was greeted by a group of Solt's bodyguards. They took him back to their Master's palace where the two had a long conversation, strangely enough, it was about Quejo's past, his anger, and his ability to not only feel the force but his ability to control it. Vic slowly began to open the eyes of the hulking Nautolan, implanting curiosity. What Quejo didn't know was that Vic was an agent working for a Cult located on a planet called Korriban. He had manipulated almost every aspect of Quejo's career as a bounty hunter and no one realized it. He had heard tales of a powerful Nautolan and didn't want to pass up a chance to meet with him. So, he allowed the pieces of the puzzle to fall the way he wanted them to and the last piece had just fallen into place.
The One Sith
File:Mask1.JPGQuejo's Mask.
It didn't take long for Quejo to plot his new course for Korriban. Vic had persuaded him to drop everything he was doing and leave at once. Once Quejo landed upon the barren surface, he met a towering man in his own right named Darth Krayt. He had plans to rebuild and re-shape a divided Galaxy. Quejo became fascinated with him and soon started training with the disciples and acolytes of the order. One of his first trials was to get covered head to toe in Sith Tattoos. If he could overcome the pain he could overcome anything. The pain lead to anger and the anger lead to power. Among his many rituals, he would fight and test himself. One such duel would leave the Nautolan scarred and disfigured. During a brutal training exercise, Quejo's opponent splashed his face with acid. It ate through his flesh, clear to the bone. Over time the skin returned but his scars never faded. This is why he wears a mask. Realizing after a short period of time that his new allies were plotting to kill him, he slipped away in the night, setting a new course. His next stop would be Coruscant. After so many years he would return to where his Master had been slain. However, with a new found rage and Sith religion, that was of little concern to him. Instead he would seek a weapon.
History Within A Brotherhood
Coming soon.
Personal Profile
Art of the Saber
File:Quejodrakai 3.jpgQuejo dual-wielding his master's Lightsaber and his own.
Like most Jedi and Dark Jedi alike, Quejo is well rounded with a blade. Through the years he has sharpened his instincts so that he no longer needs to think about what he is going to do next in a duel. Instead, he just does it. This allows him to focus his mind on other important elements of battle. At a young age he was taught how to use a blade by his master Grant Felkor who happened to be a renowned duelist. Felkor felt that the rage within the young Quejo could be tamed with the form known to many as the 'diplomats form', Niman. However, before he could use Niman to its full potential he would need to learn Shii-Cho and Soresu.
When Quejo uses Shii-Cho, it's almost as if the form was created specifically for him. He is surprisingly smooth and fluid with his motions, channeling his natural aggression in to each one of his powerful blows. Much of his offense comes from this form, relying on his skill with Soresu to do most of the blocking, parrying, and deflecting of blaster bolts. Felkor felt that these two forms, when combined with Niman would bring his pupil peace and balance. While this was true, once Quejo joined the 'One Sith' he took what he was taught and expanded it further, utilizing, instead of one blade, two. While he is still learning Jar'Kai, he felt that his former master had indeed balanced him. However, with Sith whispers in his ears, he realized that his Master had also given him the key to power instead of peace. Jar'Kai being the symbolic perversion of Felkor's teachings.
Hand to Hand Combat
Coming soon.
Demeanor/Battle Tactics
While Quejo is extremely aggressive and unpredictable, he is also quite wise when it comes to battle tactics and plotting the demise of his foe. Whether it be a single target or an army of hostile forces, Quejo is capable of coming up with strategies which could literally cripple, not only the enemy, but the moral of their armies. When he strikes, it's often like a terrorist, hitting supply freighters, transports, hospitals, academies, et cetera. He will first cause chaos and panic and then go in for the kill, often catching the enemy off guard as they try to rally support and men to defend or clean up what has already been attacked. He is a ruthless Warlord who preys on the weak as well as the strong.
There is much about Quejo that remains a mystery. However, this is how he prefers it. He isn't willing to show signs of weakness and expects the same from those who serve him. Searching for other peoples weaknesses is not just a battle tactic, but a way of life for him. He takes pride in his ability to sense through the force and read pheromones. Manipulating the mind and making people not only see what you want them to see but to think what you want them to think are techniques he has nearly perfected. A lot of the time he will create illusions and hallucinations, tricking his own men to see how they react. Most of the time they dont even realize they're test subjects being toyed with for Quejo's amusement and benefit. He is constantly training his mind and body, keeping himself in peak physical condition...
Personal Fighter
Legacy
- "Vengeance will be mine"
- ―Quejo after winning Legacy.
File:Legacy.jpgQuejo's personal Starfighter, Legacy.
- Length: 15 Meters
- Hull: 70 RU
- Shield: 150 SBD
- Weapons: 2 'forward' Medium Laser Cannons (Fire Linked) | 2 'rear-facing' Medium Laser Cannons (Fire *Linked) | 2 Proton Torpedo Launchers (2 torpedoes each) and a modified concussion missile launcher *that holds 2 diamond boron missiles; the missiles themselves utterly customized to fit the small *fighter.
- Hyperdrive: Class 4
- Sublight: Extremely Fast
- Maneuverability: 160 DPF
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