Quejo

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Quejo Drakai
Biographical Information
Homeworld:

Glee Anselm

Date of Birth:

22 BBY

Physical Description
Species:

Nautolan

Gender:

Male

Height:

6'5

Weight:

225 lbs

Hair:

None

Eyes:

Black

Personal Information
Allies:

Xyler Dynasty

Lightsaber Color(s):

Green

Lightsaber Form(s):
Fighting Style(s):
Chronology & Political Information
Profession:

Sith Marauder.

Position:
Era(s):
Affiliation:

Clan Plagueis
House Exar Kun
Xyler Dynasty

Personal Ship:

Prototype: Legacy, won in the second PCHL.

Dossier:

4215

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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 lead 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'.


"I am chaos incarnate."
― Quejo Drakai Xyler

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 noteable 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 distrought 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 it's 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

He 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, 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 whom didnt 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 wouldnt be hunted due to the Planets 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 un-suitable. 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 didnt 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 favour 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 catored 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 it's 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 reknowned 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 couldnt of 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 reapirs, 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, he thought about the anger and neglect which drove him from his home. He thought 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 wouldnt be pushed around anymore by anyone. The Galaxy would be his stomping grounds and his anger would be his fuel.

Galaxy of Injustice

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Quejo after receiveing his Sith tattoos.

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 didnt 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 sieze targets..Vexia was known for her brutality and silence. She was a Master of Stava so 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 wasnt 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 didnt like it, there wasnt 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 didnt go over well with the novice crime lord, so...He placed a price on his head that Quejo couldnt 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 didnt 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 didnt 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 in to place.


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Velosian Needler

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Velosian Needler.

This Spear was hand crafted on the planet Concord Dawn and made for one purpose...Hunting. The Velosian Needler contains a long hollow shaft that is ribbed for better grip. To enhance agility and control with the weapon, the center is wrapped with a black leathery substance that is almost sticky to the touch. The blade of the Spear is rather long and extremely sharp, about the length of a short sword. Flowing from the shaft to the Spear-head is a series of small tubes resembling wires. These tubes pump a lethal dosage of Venom from the hollow shaft to the tip of the Spear upon activation. With practice, the wielder can actually limit the ammount of poison injected into the prey. The Venom can cause hallucinations and chronic pain which can hinder the performance of a variety of Sentients. On the blade itself is a series of tiny needle like teeth which actually houses the Venom once activated (hence the name). The Weapon itself can be broken down and slipped into a Sheathe for easier travel or storage.

Legacy.

Why does she get a blaster, and I don't?
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"Vengeance will be mine"
―Quejo after winning Legacy.
File:Legacy.jpg
Quejo'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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