The Day EVERYTHING Changed

Growing up on his home world of Togoria, Maligaant loved hunting.  All Togorians LOVE to hunt. He spent long days hunting with his brothers, really mostly stalking them and being stalked in return.  But as he grew and entered his teen years Maligaant found himself preferring more and more to go off on his own, testing his skills by hunting larger and larger prey. Nearing the end of his teens he began venturing into The Swamp of Vapors. At first he only ventured on the very outskirts of the notorious swamp, cautiously testing himself against it's challenges.  Eventually, though, he would venture deeper and deeper in his search of shapers, often times not sure if he was the hunter or the hunted. 

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 Now a fully grown adult he had many responsibilities that kept him from hunting as much as he'd like. This was one of those days as his  responsibilities had brought him to the Capital, he needed to pay some license fees. 

"How any Togorian sat behind a desk and dealt with paperwork all day he'd never understand." He thought to himself.  Leaving the Fees & Duties office he noticed something he'd never seen before, a large alien creature, striding out of the Civic Center and moving through the crowd.

Without even a seconds thought Maligaant moved through the crowd, slipping in behind him, several paces back, and began following. "What sort of being is this?" he wondered.  The large bulky creature stopped for a moment and exchanged some words and items with someone who seemed to be subservient to him and after glancing around the area headed towards an alley onto the side of the Civic Tavern. Maligaant followed him, picking up his pace, certain that he'd remained undetected.  "Amazing how quick & smooth this thing moved through the crowded Center for it's size and obvious weight." he thought.  It rounded the corner of the Tavern and headed into an alleyway, increasing it's speed even more.  Concerned that he might lose sight of it and miss out discovering what it was Maligaant hurriedly moved to the alleyway, rounding the corner and running smack into the behemoth's waiting mass! 

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"And who might YOU be?" It asked, in a strangely robotic voice.

Hopping back, instinctively Maligaant tried to put distance between them but was stopped by the  green hand that had reached up and taken hold of his mane. Quickly he roared, "Maligaant! I meant no harm to you, I was only curious. I've never met anyone or...well...anything like you before."

Obviously amused, it let forth a chuckle and invited him into the tavern. Over the course of several hours and many pitchers of ale, that seemed to have little effect on large green behemoth  (Maligaant wished he could claim the same) he introduced himself as Major Arc Perfuro of the Triumvirate Coalition. He explained to Maligaant that he's a Gamorrean and tells him stories of his people and of life beyond Togoria ... about great hunts all over the galaxy and of a galactic struggle.  Arc then invited Maligaant to come see him in the Pesmenben system and join the Triumvirate Coalition, promising as many great hunts as his Togorian heart might desire & that he would be accompanied by honorable companions.  Maligaant agreed and they exchanged communication information on their datapads.