Sanghelios is where I was born. High Charity was my playground, and Earth was my new home.
"R'ak Thule'ee, that's my name." The human psychiatrist and her unngoy assistant that was sitting on the other side of the table from me was writing notes.
"Mr. Thule'ee, it's said here on these notes that you attempted an assassination of the Jjiralhanae leader known as Kane Rakog?" She said
"You mean murderer!?" I yelled. "Mr Thule, please calm down." She said. "Sorry." I apologized. "He's just responsible for... Something terrible in my life and doesn't even deserve to the title of a leader, even of those who committed crimes like his... But his will always be worse..." I said.
Obviously, she's seen this probably a 100 times already, her and the unngoy assistant (whose an apprentice under her) didn't seem to impressed nor surprised.
The unngoy then asked "this maybe cliché, but could you start from the beginning, when you were a kid?"
"Why?" I asked. "It helps in better understanding why you did the things you did. It may not make sense now, but trust us, it works." I was a little annoyed, but curious to why this unngoy would want to know such things (even though it's his job... At least I think it's a he; that methane gas that they breathe makes all their voices sound the same).
"Well..." I said. " I was born on sangheilios..."
July 1, 2493
Sangheilios
I was born in an average home... I know, sounds dumb already, but we were a good family. We were on the fine line between doing good and being rich. We didn't aim to be rich, we just knew how to work... And be warriors... My family are cousins to the Vadam family. Both our families were pure blood warriors. Of course all sanhgeli are born warriors, but us two families in particular were warriors of warriors. Thel Vadam or now, Thel Vadamee was my closest cousin... Yes... The Thel, the one you may know as the current arbiter. When I was born, he was 8 years old in human terms. In a small hut where my family does medical treatment for wounded trainees during practice, that's where I was born. My mother was indeed happy, so was my father... But he didn't last long with me... I was 5 lbs above the normal sanhgeli newborn weight... In muscle. That's why they named me R'ak, hard as stone. I had 3 brothers named m'aket (the slickest and slyest) , Ge'r (the commando) , and Checkrah (whose the tank of the group) and my cousin Thel (the leader and all time toughest of the group) to train me as soon as I could walk. This all took place in 2494. In our culture, as soon as a youngling could walk, they learn simply at first, to hold a metal version of an energy sword. I had a knack with a blade, so learning with it came fast. So in 2510 I went into combat school, obviously ran by family. Cool fact, it was only 30 feet from my birthplace.
Thel and I one day got into trouble for messing with a lek'golo... A hunter... Not a bright idea. It kind've trashed a few houses and huts near our practice field. The main reason we got in trouble was not because of the things we got it to trash, no, that stuff happens on a daily bases. It's because that it was the body guard of a prophet named Regret... Before he was a heirach. We would've been in major trouble, if it wasn't for regret finding it funny that a lek'golo chasing a couple tiny sanhgeli children while blowing things up. Regret was an interesting prophet, been around my home a lot too. Him and my father were record keepers in what you humans call "college". Although they weren't roommates, they were close as friends get. My father was quite angry that we disrespected his friend's bodyguard, so I was put in Service of cleaning that lek'golo and its equipment. Funny thing about them is that they truly aren't one being, their hundreds of worms combined together into a being known for its hunting skill. They actually have a good sense of smell with high range of distance. The ones that make the neck and head actually have eyes, but they're really small. They're a hive. This hive had a name, it's name was quit simply... Grog... Yes, that's a name for a Hunter, Grog . He was a veteran Hunter who actually was created by Regret with special differences that made him stand out from other hunters.
One, he's gold, and 2, he's FREAKEN huge!, even in Lek'golo terms. He is easily 3.5 feet taller than a usual lek'golo hive. He has two kinds of ammo as well, one's a powerful beam, and the other is similar to a mortar shot. Grog is infact the Hunter who helped me in the mission that needed me here. Plus he has the ability to say simple, but very short/primitive sentences.
I wish I mentioned this earlier, but my brothers were actually not home 4 years after my birth. But were there long enough to train me. Each skill they taught me, was a characteristic that already each of them have mastered. Tank, commando, and slyness. I am not perfectly talented in each of these categories, but have skill in each. I'm what you call, a "jack of all trades".
