Vaul Gos barely survived childhood. Raised on the brutal Nikto homeworld, Kintan, he came from a large family and from a young age was expected to fend for himself and left his family when he was very young. He moved to the slums that surrounded a Hutt spaceport and made his living not by stealing like many of the other street urchins, but by beating and intimidating his peers into giving him what he needed to survive. After all, Vaul hated one thing more than anything in the galaxy: the slavery of his people to the disgusting Hutts. Vaul would not scurry after the scraps of his masters, but rather fight for what was his. At a young age he promised never to be a slave, a promise he would not keep for long.

Vaul had not lived in the slums for long before a Hutt slaver noticed his savagery and strength. The slaver had his henchmen surround and beat Vaul into submission. They could have simply stunned the boy, but the slaver preffered that from the beginning his relationship to his masters should be one of pain, fear and submission. For the first year of his capture, he was beaten and tortured, but well fed and forced to do hard labour in a Hutt spice manufacturing facility. He was unsure as to why he seemed to be given food that was far superior to the other slaves he worked with, but despite this he was convinced that his masters were bent on breaking his will, turning him into a living, hate filled machine. Unable to understand the intentions of the slavers, Vaul suffered in stoic silence and played the part of one who is broken, but inside his spirit was alive and each day his hatred for the Hutts grew.

Unexpectedly, around when Vaul had realized he was an adult, he was taken away from the spice lab and transported through space to another unknown planet. He was taken to a dark cell and left to sit for several hours. After some time the murmur of a crowd started to increase above him but his cell dampened the noise such that he could make no sense of what was going on above. Suddenly, without warning, A door at the back of the cell opened and after a moment of his eyes adjusting, he could see he was in an arena of some sort where other doors maybe 20, opened up around the perimeter of the arena from which other young men of other species clad only in rags started to walk slowly toward the center of the arena while the crowds above cheered. Without warning a loud speaker announced what was to come.

"The last one of you to remain alive will be the victor. If you do not fight, your slave collars will be detonated one by one."

The crowd cheered as the frightened slaves looked at each other and circled. No one engaged. A head exploded. The slaves grasped at their collars and looked for escape. Another head exploded. Suddenly, the savage scream of one of the slaves was heard as he charged another and tackled him to the ground, another followed behind and began mercilessly bashing the aggressor in the back of the head as he was now exposed. Vaul lost track of the melee as teh slave closest to him turned and attacked. Vaul was paralyzed. He had been a street fighter before he was a slave, but the torture and beatings had forced him to endure his circumstances and not fight back. He hadn't fought in years and had forgotten how to. He was still strong, but unable to lash out against his aggressor he turtled on the arena for as the other slave kicked him mercilessly in the head and chest. He felt his arm break after a savage kick from another attacker. He could no longer fight and simply waited to die.

Suddenly, Vaul felt a presence inside him well up inside him. For the first time in his life he had totally accepted death and with it all his fears left him. For a brief moment he was totally at peace, but soon that peace was shattered by hate. Hate of the fat slimy corrupt Hutts. Overcome by hate he shrugged off the pain of his broken arm and threw off the three assailants that were on top of him, savagely he lashed out smashing faces, gouging eyes, ripping testicles, breaking limbs. In what seemed like an instant the fight was over and the battered bodies lay around him as he continued to smash a dead slave with his still good arm. The crowd erupted in cheers and snapped him out of his frenzy but he only heard them for a short time as the hate subsided and the peace he had felt before returned to him. Vaul, unaware of his victory, sank to his knees in a deep state of meditation.

After Vaul's arm healed, he was returned to the fighting put. The cell door would open and he would be surrounded by combatants, but as time went on, he started to learn to control the balance of peace and hatred that had helped him survive his first match, and to enter the the state of peace from which his fury flowed before the cell door opened. Life continued this way for a year, maybe two. There was no one to know. His life was eating, sleeping, training alone in a cell, and fighting.

One day as Vaul was shadow boxing, A Twi'lek came to his cell. The Twi'lek looked Vaul up and down inspecting his body and spoke, "Your success has not gone... Unnoticed Nikto. You will be trained now daily in martial arts. This will Trandoshan will be your instructor."

With that, a Trandoshan came into view with a stoic look and obvious markings where his severed left arm and right leg had grown back after amputation.

This even began a new chapter in Vaul's life. The Trandoshan, khrarst hsutch, had also been raised as a slave gladiator, and Trandoshan and Nikto Culture were similar enough that they were able to understand each other