Private How I Got Made

[Dominik Borra]

Dominik sat in the VIP area of the Star Lounge. He was hunched over his drink, clenching the glass a bit too tightly before releasing it. He had gone in the bacta again.

He had been through a lot in his life. A lot. And going in the bacta tank had been routine. Until he was forgotten in one. Still unsure how he physically survived for ten years in a bacta tank, it was a bit daunting to think about entering again. Getting in a shootout? Easy. The thought of Bacta tanks? Made his hand shake. And he had gotten so close to death yet again that he had gone in. But... He wasn't forgotten about.

That's how he was alive in the first place. He had been sought after, remembered, wanted...

His whole life had been moving from one group the next, being hated or left for dead or hunted. His father killed his mother, Dominik had killed his father. The boy's home had been blown up, and the Sith took him. The Sith tried to kill him, he escaped. He worked as a bodyguard for Lady Kay for a while, then joined up with James Justice and the Free Colonies. Things were going well until he was shot in the back. Dumped in a tank. Then the whole planet came under fire and the base blew up, all except the medical wing. He was left alone, presumed dead. Then he woke up, and was found by The Family. He didn't see himself as a mobster, but while he had an active conscience he knew he wasn't a good person. Too many bad deeds, followed the wrong orders. Could people change?

The answer to that question didn't really matter, not at the moment. It may even be hypocritical for him to ask that while sitting in a mobster's lounge. After joining the Family as a side-worker and getting in a few scraps, he had been confronted by his past. It almost killed him. And The Family didn't leave him to die on that basement floor. They came to rescue him, took blows for him. They, while being some murderous, drug-slinging criminals, were the only people to care enough to get into danger's way for him.

What had he done so far for the Family? Rooted out a gang of terrible psychos on Denon who had wronged Niki Priddy , went to his last surviving friend's wedding, saved a family amidst a Mandalorian genocide, helped take over a nightclub and get a party girl medical attention... fell in love... That wasn't something he had ever seen for himself. And The Family made it all possible.

It wasn't all that different than what he had been doing before he took the ten year plunge. He had been selling stolen spice to pirates for weapons on his own, even, when the going got rough. Helped out Jedi and people he found on the way. This Family would be another vehicle to do what he always did. And maybe... maybe if he climbed the ranks he could help it from becoming like the Hutt clans. Keep them from becoming too evil. In order to do that...

He'd have to pledge himself. Become Made. That was something he hadn't been ready or willing to do before. But after Ivory Stroud , The Donna herself, came to save him at the last moment?

He tipped the glass to his lips and drank it all.