- "To accept someone at their worst; is to deserve them at their best."
- ―Voska Khacha
Casually goes by Vos among those she counts as friends. Docile in tone, fierce in words: Her attitude is displayed in what she says, not how she says it. A trait developed by a childhood of slavery. It was far better to out wit one's master with cunning speech than it was to raise ones voice and make one's true thoughts too easily known. Family was an obscure term, it applied, in her mind, to the Rattataki in general. Raised in servitude, she was traded many times in her early childhood all the way back as far as she could remember. She had no mother, but found many sisters and brothers among her peers. They told her tales of a once admired planet, home to a nation of gladiators - natural warriors who were envied and collected for their skills, thus scattered among the stars for the benefits of others who would claim dominion over them. They were the Rattataki and they would rise again.
Although she was small by comparison, she was clever and growing increasingly strong in the force. She had never intended for anyone to notice her talent. Her intentions had been to lay low and build up her strength and use it to turn the tides for her fallen nation, maybe start the revolution that would bring them to glory again.
Regardless of these heroic dreams, fate set her on a different path. One of her masters acquaintances took an interest in her and a bargain had been struck. She was unaware what she had been sold or traded for, but she was once again shifting her allegiances to a complete stranger. It was a brief ownership due to one particular event involving the wearing of a shock collar, and the untoward advances of her master. Even though she knew these things sometimes happened, they had never happened to her, and she had too much silent pride to just roll over. Not that she was sorry for what she ended up doing to him (transferring that electricity from her collar to electrify him deep in his bones) but it did cause a stir and a lot of people took notice. It should have incited her death, but someone must have insisted otherwise because she quickly found herself at the academy instead. The turning of tides set the course of her destiny; training to become Sith.
Academy Years Edit
Her first mission was paired with Markos Vassinni under Instructor Lucian who tasked them with retrieving Taral's Knife She and Markos started the journey fighting each other at every turn, but by the end of the task they were closer to each other than blood brother and sister.
They nearly succeeded in bringing back Taral's knife too, before a small slight of hand cost them the true relic. Lucian rewarded them with a slice across their palms with the replica blade they'd ignorantly returned to the academy, the instructor oddly drank from their cuts for the taste of their blood. It was an unsuspected pivotal moment in Voska's life. The instructor was enamored with her blood, and she felt drawn to him, though neither would be revealed for some time to come.
Voska and Markos, looking to burn off steam from their recent failure joined a simulation run entitled Hunting Jedi where they were inadvertently introduced to many of their academy recruit companions. Voska learned a lesson here she would never forget about keeping ones back to a solid fixture that is physically incapable of penetration (unlike a canvas tent wall for instance). Afterwards, the team found themselves, although not prearranged, all gathered in the academy cantina for a few drinks. While there, she had the opportunity to share a table with Instructor Lucian. Outside of the formality of their previous encounters, she found his presence intriguing, though short-lived as he made a haste getaway on a cryptic promise.
That aside, there wasn't much time for recovery before she was deposited at her second academy trial, under the drugged influence of Professor Yar. Voska awoke in the Red Room to face her own conscience. It was a test of linience, whether she would show mercy to Markos, her closest companion, if he went against her deepest personal code.
Voska was relieved to discover the body of Markos was only a simulation and the test of opposing believes entirely fabricated. Realizing she had a lot to overcome before facing her next trial, Voska sought out other learning experiences that wouldn't necessarily cost her her life. When she stumbled upon the academy hanger bay during the Hanger Overseers Engineering 101 tour, she met one of the most important acquaintances of her life: Alistair Toclafane Skye. For whatever reason, she'd made a good impression on him during the tour group and upon its completion, he offered her personalized training before her next trail. Eager for all the help she could get she agreed to take his prooffered training.
Voska remembered the reason he set her skin on fire the day they first met. It was the way he had stared right into her eyes, person to person, no superiority or shrewdness. It was open ended I see you for you who you are. Although that is not the reason she came back, it was the reason she trusted him to fulfill his proffered bargain without causing her harm.
When in doubt... ask , When Voska made up her mind to visit Toclafane on his ship for combat training, she wasn't prepared for the powerful influence his contact-reading empathy would have on the situation. Things quickly escalated, first out of suspicion and mistrust, turned to anger and bitterness, which resulted in an emotionally charged combat that she initiated before he could properly teach her. Their passions were amplified and knowing she had too few advantages in a fight, she tried offsetting his balance with a kiss. She wasn't very practiced in the art of seduction, and her tactic backfired when she herself got caught up in the whirlwind of activity that followed.
Voska’s 3rd trial was about The Trained and the Dead and like the trials before it; the instructor took advantage of the obvious connection between her Markos. Unlike before – instead of being pitted against each other – they were teamed up against the instructor himself. Thinking on their feet and working as a team they managed to survive the first few volleys. Instructor Trase Scarden was a master illusionist and regardless of their efforts to work together and play to the best of both their skills, they were no match for the accomplished Sith, and while he considered their exercise a disgrace, they did not die in the process.
moments before the academy commander himself who was anything but amused.
Voska didn’t resurface till they reached the medical bay in "Dont Fall Away" , and between jaw clenching rounds of shrapnel removal, she reveled in the company of her concerned companions, even joking that she and T’lanna spent entirely too much time in medical.
Toclafane made good on his promise to train her before the final trial. Throughout the process in "Just What You're Worth" he revealed many things about himself, some intentional, some not so much. He did purposefully reveal his love confession which was not reciprocated, despite an obvious degree of affection for him in return. What he did not mean for Voska to discover was the truth about his past, his age, his nanite mutation, and his ability to read emotions through touch. Suffice it to say, it was a lot for her to chew on.
Oh no... her mouth gaped open and she froze in place with her right hand still lifted from where it had inflicted the wound. "Alistair- I..." -'"Very good" He gritted back. She dropped the spike.
"I didn't think it would... I thought you..." her eyelids fluttered and her brow knitted together in self loathing. How could she do this? She rushed forward, placing her hands on his shoulders and pushing him down to sit on the simulated grass. "Let me look at it, Alistair, I have to make sure its not too deep." She tangled her hands with his, trying to gently pull them away from his twisted up shirt, wishing she had removed the spike before beginning the lesson. She felt so stupid, and she felt so intensely afraid she'd really hurt him. Did she think so little of herself that she never believed she could successfully strike, or did she think so much of him that she assumed he'd be able to evade it?
"Really," I said, trying to sound confident, but I was even more worried when I was before, "It's not that bad." I felt her pulling at my hand, trying to remove it, but I held it firm. Her words, her concern, it only made me want her more, yet my brain was racing for any way out of this, for a way to convince her to let me leave the room. She couldn't look now, there would be question, questions I was afraid to answer. What would she think of me if she knew? Would it drive her away? I started to frown, but not because I was afraid she'd leave, no it was more because In this scenario I didn't give her enough credit. If I loved her, really loved her, and I wanted her to really love me back, then I needed to trust her, needed to know she would always be there. She was stronger, far stronger, than anyone I had ever met. Slowly I took my bloodied hand away, giving her access, looking into her eyes. I could feel the Nanites burn closer to the surface now and knew they would be closing up the entry wound shortly. If she'd ever seen force healing before, she'd know that this was not it, and I'd already decided I wasn't going to lie to her.
In her 4th and final mission: A Feast for Fools, Voska and her entire graduating class were deceived into consuming the carcasses of their fallen recruits who did not survive the academy. It was a test she did not bare well since the first mention of the sith delicacy, blood soup, made her lose her appetite and regret the taste of her dinner on her tongue. Luckily for her, her lack of stomach for the meal was forgotten behind Drak's sudden outburst - which resulted in the immediate amputation of both his arms before he was dragged out of the dining hall.
1st mission: Taral’s Knife | Simulation chamber: Hunting Jedi | A few drinks | 2nd mission: The Red Room | Engineering 101 | When in Doubt | Broken Body, Wounded Soul | Training the Dark side | Jesck Intro | A bite before the fight | 3rd mission: The Trained and the Dead | Delirious with Hunger: Entree | Dream in F-102 | A drink among Friends | Study beak over drinks|Je'ka's Folly: Melodic Movements | Don’t Fall Away | Just what you’re worth | 4th mission: A Feast for Fools | Graduation orders | to Infinity and Beyond | Delirious with Hunger: First Course | to Face One’s Past | Creeping in My Soul | Bounty: Shaggle-Barbon | Drinks and Daring | Somethings Got to Change | Learning Allegiances | Dealing with Past Failures | Big Yellow Taxi | The People We Used to Be |Shades of Grey | Encounter on Nar Shaddaa | One More Moondance | All Hallows Eve - the Final Chapter? | EPIC V: Welcom Party / Take the Sky / Martial Law & Mobilization / Tug of War / Vehemence & Vengeance| ....All that I've fought for | To Stop Treason | Through the Rain, Through the Sleet, Through the Snow... |Changing Gears | An Honest Deception | Running the Gauntlet | Like Old Times | A Side Dish |Alistair's Office | the Last Glance of Love Becomes the Sharpest Pang of Sorrow | Even Your Shadow Leaves You in the Dark | The Invisible Storm | Wearing a Faded Smile Disguise | Waiting for the Sun | A Reunion on Manaan | It's a Nice Day for a ... Sith Wedding | Worst. Timing. Ever! | Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night |