Tak'oon grew up on a Backwater world not worth mentioning. Not knowing his family growing up as a slave, eventually being sold to trandoshan slavers. The there he met fellow slave Zabbrak, Synok.
Among a variety of alien slaves who were Enslaved to trandoshans they were forced to fight for their enjoyment. Many with deep pockets would come from all over the Galaxy to spectate, place bets on fighters, and occasionally even bid on different slaves up for sale. Synok and Tak eventually became favorites in the arena. Here it was learn to survive, or die.
They used a variety of weapons, But Tak was never more comfortable than with his fists. He hit harder than anyone there, almost as if something was pushing harder for him. In fact, he was faster, stronger and more resilient than those around him. They learned the hard way how quickly friends could come and go in this place. But they watched each other's backs, took care of and looked out for one another, eventually becoming like brothers.
One day the cell gates had suddenly been opened. Tak, Synok and the rest of the slaves ran out to make their escape. Only to find many of their slavers dead. As they continued going along the head trandoshan, Dosbosk and was in a fight with a Twi’ lek, Ven Tagarr. Dosbosk, knowing he was outnumbered, called for whatever backup he had left. The boys only had one option, fight their way out.
After the blaster bolts stopped and the dust settled Ven, Tak and Ven were all that were left standing. Sadly Synok didn't make it....
Ven explained that Dosbosk had had a pricy bounty on his head. One that many tried to collect on, but failed. Either being killed or tossed into Tak and Synok’s ranks as his “gladiator slaves”. Somehow, throughout the fighting the switch was hit to open the cells. Not something Ven intended, but in hindsight glad it had happened, and thankful for the extra fists. Seeing how he survived as long as he did in this out as well as how he was able to handle himself in this fight, he was given an invitation. Join up with Ven, and learn from him. Tak declined. Wanted to find his own path. He didn't want a reminder of the brother he had lost. He had told himself he would never let a friend die next to him ever again.
He learned to survive. Doing whatever needed to take care of himself and his allies. Eventually this lead to him taking jobs from the Hutts
Bravery vs Anger
Tak'oon A 6' Extremely Fit male Nautolan. Wearing a sleeveless tunic. A simple Patterned Cloth Wraps around his head. He has a long scar that runs from the top left of head slanting down to his right cheek. Thin strips of leather wrap around his knuckles, wrists and continue down his forearms. He stands expressionless with arms crossed and impeccable posture.