Quejo

"Quiet destruction, rendering you helpless"

―Selene, describing Quejo to an Apprentice.

Character History

Where it all began

Quejo Bandon was a decendant of Lord Malik's Apprentice, Darth Bandon. After his ancestor was slain at the hands of the Dark Lord Revan, the remaining family would go into hiding, fearing that Revan would be angered by his foiled assasination attempt. For centuries the Bandon name would be kept out of the record books, it was a name that seemed to of been cursed, as many of the elder members of the family were either murdered or imprisoned. The name would soon change to hide the identity of the Sith's family. The new name was Armidian, but it wouldnt last. The year was approximately 22 BBY when a young politician, Crytalia Armidian gave birth to a Son on the transport vessel Maverick IV. However soon after child birth she died in the arms of the young Quejo's father, Damias. He was a Mercenary after leaving the Galactic Empire and a traitor in the eyes of the Imperials. Though he was a battle hungry soldier he never saw himself as an evil man. He was compassionate and willing to show mercy to defeated enemies and his respect for military tactics gave him the prowess needed to gain more victories than losses.

For years the young Quejo would learn under his father's tutelage, forced to undergo rigerous body hardening excersizes and combat training for the majority of his teen life. Quejo on the other hand didnt mind waking up in the morning and hitting the sparring mats nor did he complain. There was something about beating his opponent with his bare hands that appealed to him, whether it was the blood staining his knuckles or the feeling after landing a critical strike to determine the winner. His lust for a fight didnt come without consequence though, for it wouldnt be long before he became a slave to the Empire. When Quejo was no more than eighteen years old he had learned from an unknown force that his father had been arrested by the Empire and convicted of insubordination. His sentence, execution at the hands of a firing squad. There was no way that Quejo was gonna let that happen without a fight so he gathered two of closest friends, Shenet Davossa and Dugan Draymo, they too attended Quejo's training classes and grew to care for Damias as if he were their father, it was easy for the young Armidian to convince them to join the fight.

Plotting and careful plans were made and the rescue attempt soon began. Their plan was to use Damias' personal freighter a YT-2400 called the Legacy to infiltrate the hangar of the Star Destroyer carrying Quejo's father. With clearance codes bought from the black market they easily convinced the Imperials that they were delivering a shipment of ammunition. Plan one had been successfully completed but plan two was where thing's went wrong. As they made their way to the brig, Shenet was discovered by a Security droid and shot in the shoulder as he attempted to flee the hall. It wasnt long before they were forced to make an escape on the Legacy. As they left the hangar, their hyperdrive was their only salvation as they barely escaped the Empire's Fist.

Later that afternoon, Quejo recieved a new message but it wasnt a pleasant one. Due to his failed rescue attempt, his father Damias had been executed. Quejo was crushed by the news and bought a bottle, resorting to the only thing that could bring him comfort. The death of his father wasnt his fault because he was already sentenced to die, but he had robbed his father of the last few days he had left.

A New Life...

After his father's death, Quejo soon became a gun runner for a Hutt named Sleedo Dedosa, stealing and delivering weapons to black markets and gangs that, due to their reputation, found it hard to get their hands on such thing's. Alcohol, credits, gambling and piracy was where he looked for closure.

For the most part of his life, he spent his time in and out of bars, getting to know people and the hard liqours known throughout the galaxy. Gambling for money at times got him into trouble, especially when he didnt have any money to gamble with. Fights would erupt on a daily basis on account of his lack of payment methods. Drunk and numb from the alcohol he consumed to block out the thought of his dead father, he battered his opponents and adopted a style called Bacch'nal. He had heard of the style from freighter pilots who would frequent the Cantinas and studied the main key factor in the art, whether he knew it or not.

For years Quejo had worked for Sleedo, doing his dirty work. In this time, Quejo grew to despise the "Slug" as he would say, and later began to plot his untimely demise. However he knew that if he killed Sleedo he would need to have some sort of back up plan. Sure he would gain business for himself but the loyalists who followed Sleedo would undoubtedly hunt him for the remainder of their meaningless lives. Quejo fell back on his backup plan and later formed the Black Hawk Syndicate.

The Black Hawk Crime Syndicate...

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Symbol of the Syndicate

The Black Hawks were more than an ordinary gang fighting other gangs for territory. This group of warriors fought to stay alive while earning credits in the long run. They would rob ships of their weapons and ammunition, recruit the pilots of the ship to fly back to the Black Hawk Headquarters on Hapes and then they would butcher any member unwilling to join their group, they werent evil mind you, the deaths were necessary for survival. Over time their gang grew to an army. They did jobs for people and groups all over the galaxy. Their services included Bounty Hunting, Assasination, Smuggling, Transport, Escorting Political Vessels and any other thing they could do to earn credits that was within their means. Hundreds of members joined this underground group and it was only a matter of time before the young Quejo decided to wipe Sleedo's pathetic loyalists from the face of the galaxy.

The siege of Kreshlan had begun when the Black Hawks met with the late Sleedo's gang on the planet Nal Hutta. The war waged on for what would seem to be years, when in reality it lasted but sixteen days. Quejo and the Black Hawks dominated the Dedosa Consortium, driving them into the ground. This was the first of many victories for the Syndicate, however the confidence of the Commander began to spiral out of control. Quejo began to become headstrong and zealous. His hunger for power lead to the destruction of what he had built throughout the years. His final command would be to attack the very Star Destroyer who's crew took the life of his father. Revenge lead to an onslaught of ship to ship bombardment until the Black Hawks boarded the vessel and began to decimate the Imperials located in the vast hallways. The Black Hawks specialized in Guerilla warfare and stealth tactics but that would all come to an end as a second Star Destroyer entered the picture, blasting it's brother ship into pieces. Quejo on the otherhand was able to make his way to one of the last escape pods and was jettisoned to the planet Myrkr.

Discovering Force Sensitivity and the Past..

Quejo landed on the planet Myrkr soon after his defeat at the hands of the Empire. He was well aware of the dangers on this planet but didnt care due to the fact that he survived the Empire's grasp unlike his father. He was discouraged and sent into a depression as he thought of his actions. It was his fault his faction was destroyed and he began to blame himself for everything that had went wrong in his life. Grief however was pushed aside as he began to make his way through the great forest. He knew this planet well, his gang would frequently visit Hyllyard City, afterall, it was a haven for Smugglers and anyone trying to avoid the law. As he made his way to the City he had an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. Caged Vornskrs growled and snapped at him causing him to question why they would do such a thing. He knew that they hunted their prey through the force but was currently unaware of any connection it might of had on his personal self.

For a few months he remained on the planet until he came across a survivor from his old gang. He was relieved to see that it was his old friend Dugan Draymo. The two talked and discussed their trip, however Quejo had no idea what he would do with no money or ship. Dugan on the other hand told Quejo that the Legacy was still docked in one of the Hangars on Kessel. That solved one problem but not knowing where to go would be a little bit harder to solve, or atleast that's what he thought.

Later that night, Quejo went back to his room to find a small holo generator on his bed, curiosity and suspicion drove him to turn it on. As he flipped the switch the image of a man doning a dark hooded robe appeared before his eyes. It said. "What you feel deep inside is the Force. Your Ancestor was a powerful Jedi and an even more powerful Sith." The message began continuing to speak of the force for a few minutes before switching to "Vornskrs attack force sensitives. Yes...I saw them growl and hiss at your presence. I've been watching you since you got here. Jedi come to this planet but not as Jedi. As beggars." He closed, leaving Quejo in a state of paranoia. This "Jedi" that had been stalking him knew more about him than he knew himself. It was all too odd to absorb in one night.

After leaving Myrkr, Quejo set out for his Legacy docked in a hangar near the Kessel mines. As he boarded the ship he saw that a holocron of sorts was left sitting within the bowls of the ship. He opened it and began to study the contents of the device. For years Quejo picked up these "messages" along his journey's, studying them and gradually teaching himself how to manipulate and mold the force to his advantage. The last and final recording he recieved from this unknown teacher spoke of Darth Bandon and awoke Quejo to his true identity. Along with these bits of information a highly detailed schematic for creating a lightsaber was enclosed. This unknown Jedi was hiding from the Empire since the Jedi Purge and felt the young Bandon through the force, arriving wherever Quejo was going before he had actually gotten there. The force had shown him Quejo's path and revealed him for what he truly was, a Bandon. The teaching's of light and dark were never learned along the way, but a path he had chosen for himself is what he walked. He didnt walk the dark path nor did he travel the light, he remained in the gray, his own man.

After studying the last message his mysterious observer left, he saw a word. He didnt know what it was nor did he know what it stood for. For all he knew it was the name of the guy leaving the messages. "Antei."

The word Antei haunted Quejo for atleast a year before the path laid before him was revealed. While venturing from Kessel on a mission to rebuild the Black Hawks, Quejo felt a dark presence engulfing his emotions while he slept in a room on the Legacy. Sweat soaked his clothing as he twisted and turned in his bed, all the while visions played tricks in his mind. Sitting before him in a black throne was a man clothed in black. His head was bald and facial air covered only his chin. His eyes were yellow and his voice was like the clapping of thunder, deep and experienced. "You must carry on the family name young one." The voice boomed. Quejo looked on stunned by what he was seeing, not only what, but whom he was seeing. "I would introduce myself but deep inside you already know who I am." Quejo's eyes closed and reopened in disbelief. "You will be a Sith Quejo. A great task will be placed before you and you will be forced to lead an army of great power. Dont misuse your power like I did. Learn from my mistakes." Quejo finally building up the courage to reply asked the cloaked figure what Antei was and the figure replied saying. "It's a system. The answers you seek can be found there. Your future lies within an Academy on Lyspair. May darkness guide you." The voice then froze and Quejo woke from his dream.

Months had passed before Quejo had found the Academy on Lyspair. His ship docked and he was greeted by a man named Spears, The Headmaster of the institute. Quejo trained and learned what he could from the Shadow Academy before being sent to live with Clan Taldryan. The path of a Dark Jedi was now placed before him.

A New Home...

Upon joining Clan Taldryan, Quejo was placed in house Dinaari. He befriended the Consul, Kir Taldrya Katarn and learned most of what he knows from him. Once joining, Quejo was brought to battle the infected Dark Jedi of the 5th Great Jedi War and was decorated for his service in the war. His loyalty to Clan Taldryan was second to none until he became curious of the other Clans within the Brotherhood. Curiosity wasnt always a good thing and it was proven when Kir caught Quejo studying the tomes from Clan Arcona, an enemy and rival of Taldryan. Quejo was labeled a traitor when he left Taldryan for Arcona and was banned from ever returning.

The new home wasnt Taldryan, but it was Arcona. Upon joining Clan Arcona, Quejo has lead a Sith Battleteam, Shadow Dragon. He was given the Aedile job of Oriens Obscurum where he began to study under the Quaestor Syn Kaek. Soon after Kaek stepped down he became the Quaestor and then switched houses to become the Quaestor of Galeres. For his service as Quaestor, Quejo was given the title "di Tenebrous Arconae" One of the most prestigious honors an Arconan can recieve. He has taken his fair share of ups and downs and has overcome all odds to become the Proconsul of the Clan. Together with the Consul Strategos, Quejo is working to better the Clan and make it a dominant force within the Brotherhood. It is yet to be seen whether or not he will become a legend of Arcona.