Khai Jillan

Birth of a Pirate
Khai Jillan never seemed like he was going to amount to anything. Born on Coruscant is not always the blessing it is made out to be. His mother was unable to care for her child, or unwilling and as such he only knew her by the name she gave the Foundation that took him in, Jillan. Without a last name and without personal history Khai had a completely blank slate with which to pursue his life, an opportunity to forge his own destiny. Not that children without parents was a rare thing in the Galaxy after the wake of the Clone Wars and the turmoil that followed with Emperor Palpatine's rise to power and the death's of many who opposed his ascension.

Growing up with nothing to your name but what other's give you can be hard on a child though and at an early age Khai discovered the difference between the Have's and the Have-Not's. He was most definately a 'Have-Not', wearing clothing that was the hand-me-down of a hand-me-down at best and given only enough nourishment to survive. It could have been much worse and he never starved which was more than many could say but he quickly learned the politics of his particular jungle. Education at least was quite plentiful, the foundation that provided him with his basic needs also had a habit of 'loaning' children out to get job skills. Part of some effort to keep the children a contributing part of the Empire.

Education
For many the system worked, children would find viable job skills and become a contributing member of the Empire and with other's it didn't. Khai was a mixed case in that he definately learned enough to -be- a normal, contributing, member of society it would be a different path he would walk in the end. Khai was handed over to a local Repair shop that was willing to take on the occasional child for free labor in return for educating the children assigned to it. Preliminary testing had shown that Khai had excellent hand-eye coordination and an instinctive understanding of complex patterns. It proved to be an excellent fit.

For the next several years the majority of Khai's life would be under the tutelage of D'vas Morn, an aging old man and the proprieter of the shop. At first Khai simply did as he was told with little care for success or failure. A child of seven he had little desire to be cooped up in the back room of a repair shop all day. D'vas quickly broke him of that habit however, believing in some rather archaic disciplinary and educational methods. Pain was something the young child became used to as he was shown something exactly once and then punished by a lash which was always just small enough to never leave a residual mark and still hurt like the blazes. He learned very quickly under the draconian tutelage.