Toko Omensa reflected on how the arrival of the Empire inflamed partisan divides on his home planet of Tholoth (a natural wonder of the galaxy). The Thobambos party dominated by the Tholothian ruling elites graciously attempted to accommodate the imperial forces. But the Empire quickly eyed the planet's pristine, idyllic beauty as prime real estate to build their own exclusive private resorts reserved for high ranking imperial officers.

The Gibmemepleba Front, a valiant militant organization, rose up to challenge the Empire on Tholoth through assassinations and sabotage. Toko reminiscenced about the days before the Empire and how Tholothians had traditionally dealt with new arrivals to the planet with reasonable ambivalence. Desiring to keep the arboreal planet's environment and wild life preserves intact and free of pollution (unlike Corellia), Tholothians adopted strict immigration policies for new arrivals in order to integrate them into Tholothian society in an ecologically-minded manner. But at the same time, Tholothians, including Toko, also developed a keen interest in foreign cultures and embraced the cosmopolitan nature of the Galactic Republic.

Toko felt guilt recalling his study abroad days in the Anoat system as he worked toward his xenology degree. Those were the happiest days of his life studying the diversity of the galaxy. But the Empire came to Tholoth while he was away. His family, traditionally aligned with the Thobambos, attempted to work with the Imperials to avoid conflict. Mama Omensa asserted that everything was "fine" and Papa Omensa assured there was "nothing to worry about."

And then the day came: the Tholothian headlines betrayed his family’s lies. Imperial Brigadier General Tar Singe unceremoniously executed all forty-four members of the Omensa family and razed the Omensa Wildlife Preserve to a pile of rubble. Singe then built his personal vacation estate complete with a manicured Gamorrean flog course on the remnants of the Omensa estate atop Omensa bones. The immense pain and emptiness of loss propelled Toko to the growing ranks of the Gibmemepleba Front. There Toko met the legendary markswomen Kavi Kaloosi, who took Toko under her wing (along with an off-world child prodigy named Fennec Shand) and trained him in the art of sharpshooting.

Kavi Kaloosi and the Front became Toko’s new family. Kaloosi not only taught Toko the graceful dance of the trigger finger, but she also revealed to him the beauty of the assassin’s “kiss.” They swore never to pledge their love but the trigger fingers and the kisses would not stop. “The physicality was the training and the passion was the intellectual journey,” Toko told himself.

Kaloosi had already gained fame on Tholoth for several high-profile assassinations with her Verpine Shatter rifle. Her first victim included the Thobambos Prime Minister Truvance's adviser (and personal attorney) Rudicio Gudalino (a true mud scuffer). Despite a distracting quacta-like ooze dripping from Gudalino's forehead, Kaloosi managed a “kiss” between the eyes. Kaloosi also took credit for the killing of a handful of imperial colonels, several first sergeants, and two vice rear admirals. Finally, her assassination of Imperial Chief Marshall Hal Vizeen during a Thobambos ceremony at the capital compelled Grand Moff Tarkin to exterminate the entire Thobambos party leadership, including Prime Minister Truvance (for the poor security protocols at the ceremony). Kaloosi, the fucking legend of Tholoth!

After five years of meticulous espionage and careful plotting on the part of the Gibmemepleba Front, Toko Omensa's fate had finally arrived. Gibmemepleba intelligence officers claimed that Imperial Brigadier General Tar Singe had planned a three month vacation on his Tholothian resort after a prolonged campaign to pacify Saw Gerrera's forces on Onderon.

Although Kaloosi relished at the ambitious prospects of taking out Brigadier General Singe, Omensa brushed Fennec aside and pleaded to his mentor (and lover) to deliver the assassin's kiss. Kaloosi reluctantly agreed and allowed for her novice student to prove himself. Fennec Shand was visibly upset. “Dumb move for a legend. All because I am an off-worlder and I don’t have a dick. Internalized misogny.” Fennec silently thought. "Here," Kaloosi presented to Toko her Verpine Shatter rifle: "Take my baby and make me proud." With the rifle in hand, Omensa headed out alone toward the Tholothian night sky and his destiny.

Brigadier General Tar Singe needed some good "rest and relaxation." He deserved it. Especially after issuing a termination order for a colony of annoying Jawas on Onderon. “They are animals.” He told himself. “And I slaughtered them like animals.” His laughter turned to anger. “Yes, the women and the children too. I... I... I HATE them!!!” He screamed inside of his head (a type of trauma too hard for even a Mandalorian to comprehend).

Under the crisp sparkling night sky, Singe took in a relaxing breath of fresh air to cool his frayed nerves. He marveled at Tholoth's unique axial tilt that allowed the atmosphere to reflect the multitude of fiery but dulled lights radiating from the Deep Core planets. "Truly a sight to be seen, McCrudle!" Singe exclaimed to First Lieutenant PJ McCrudle. The solitary couple had just completed hole 43 on the Gamorrean flog course. "Imperial ecstasy indeed, Brigadier General!" replied McCrudle (a man of few thoughts) as he bent down to retrieve the two flog balls from the Gamorrean hole. Singe hated his underling McCrudle. How he wish he could execute him on the spot if it was not for imperial protocol not to Gamorrean flog alone. Singe inhaled another deep breath of Tholoth's pristine and exhilarating oxygen-rich air while he fiddled with his stun gun (a DL-19C pistol) in the small of his back. It made McCrudle's presence bearable as he glared toward the next hole. "Time to execute Hole 44," he ordered. "Indeed," murmured the underling. But McCrudle had plans of his own...

Toko lassoed his target. One notch to the right and four notches above the imperial signia. A classic headshot. McCrudle dropped his Gamorrean club with all of the grace of a drunken Kowakian monkey lizard before crumpling to the ground.

A welcomed surprise. Singe felt McCrudle's fried brains splattered across his face in the warm night's air. "Perfect!" Singe thought. The night could not have been better. Nobody ever really needed McCrudle.

And out of the shadows emerged the silhouette of a Tholothian. The tendrils glowed in the night as if to prove a point. “Was the rifle blast meant for me?” Singe laughed mutedly. “No, but this vibroblade is,” the figure coldly replied. The Tholothian continued, “do you know my name?” Singe let out an annoyed, dismissive -pffhh. “Why would I?”

Toko’s rage boiled over. He breathed deep trying to not loose control. And exhaled: “Because. I. Am. TOKO OMENSA!!!! And now... you are going to die. You lousy WHITE SUPREMACIST NAZI NERF HERDER!!!!!”

And those were the last words Toko Omensa heard before slumping to the plush Gamorrean green.

Night went to day and day went to night.

When Toko came to, Kavi Kaloosi’s disgusted face came in and out of focus. “Dank Ferrik,” Kaloosi cursed. “Why? Why did you violate the assassin’s code? Did you really think you could pull off a reverse Sicilian?”

“What happened?” Toko thought aloud while rubbing with his cranial cap.

Kaloosi sighed with exasperation. “Brigadier General Singe had a small stun gun in the small of his back. And the Gibmemepleba Front sacrificed a lot to recover my rifle (and you...) at the expense of letting Singe leave with his life and your family’s estate. Your theatrics achieved bantha poodoo. You are nothing but a disgrace. Cut your tendrils and bleed out for all I care...” Kavi Kaloosi, the legend (and former lover), turned her back and left the medic room.

Toko felt emptiness... and stupidity. He could have easily unloaded the rifle blast into Singe. But he chose the cliched revenge stabbing route instead. He utterly failed himself and Kaloosi and the Gibmemepleba Front. But most of all the Omensa family. Shame poured over him and the bones of his ancestors. It was as if millions of voices cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced.

Toko got out of the medic bed and picked up his standard GLX Firelance. He put the barrel into his mouth. Sweat poured down his face. Tears weltered in his eyes. His index finger danced up and down atop the metal trigger as tears meandered to the floor. Tappity tap, tap... tappity tap, tap... tap, tap, tappity tap. Suddenly, the taps stopped like a Star Destroyer coming out of light speed. The Firelance dropped to the floor with an echoing clang. Toko's lifeless body fell back onto the bed as his deadened eyes stared blankly to the ceiling. Then, he blinked.

A wave of resolve had overtook Toko. He got up. He slung the Firelance across his back and scribbled a note which he left on his medic bed: “I disgraced the assassin’s code. I failed Tholoth. I failed the Gibmemepleba Front. I therefore impose self-exile. But I will still fight the good fight. I am off to devote my life to the Rebel Alliance and hopefully regain my Tholothian honor.”

Quests- Vengeance

Sabotage

Scaled cranium skullcap. Brownish skin with fleshy tendrils that begin sprouting brown from the skullcap and gradually turn to white at the end with vibrant purple speckles throughout.

Indigo eyes. Cleanly shaven.

Exudes a general aura of badass-ness but also a bit dumb too (if investigated closely).

Height: 1.7 meters

Home planet: Tholoth