[Characters] Dramatis Personae

[Melchior]

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The Good
Anazider - Anazider
Megiddo - Parien Culu
Irishking7777 - Trooper JH-777
Hound - Towa Ben
Xian - Darius Cross
Avner - Trix Starling
Xber - Ariadne Nathos
Moozuba - Kaenos Arren
Enthusiast - Ghen Vool
Hack - Tarook Vortek

The Bad
Craigthulu - HK-XJ IIc
stitchlipped - Vullze Garako
grenadierman - Corporal Pasam Molta
Jeffkevlar - Viv Mukhalas
FlaviusAetius - Crabclaw
sneakybastard - Riel Yuliya Cadera
GeoAvanti - Rensarren Lykka

[Xber]

 

Character Basics Name: Ariadne Nathos Race: Human Class: Jedi/Scoundrel/Jedi Knight/Jedi Master Physical Description: Ariadne stands 1.63m tall weighting around 49kg. Her small and relatively weak frame is overshadowed by her shear agility, speed and grace. She wares her blonde hair long usually tucked in a tight bun to accommodate for both comfort and looks alike. Her skin is lightly tanned and her eyes are of a deep green color as a result of which her gaze is often commented to be wily or dangerous. She is beautiful by human standarts a trait she doesn't hesitate to use to get an advantage on social interactions if necessary. After all she is a fugitive on the run. Ariadne dresses light preferring both the blending ability and the freedom of movement simple clothing provides instead of the restrictions of heavy and sometimes impractical armor imposes. She relies almost solely on her lightsaber in combat although lately she is reluctant to it's open use, unless absolutely necessary out of fear of exposing her Jedi identity. Background: Ariadne was born in Corellia around 40 BBY. She never knew her parents, her mother dying in childbirth whilst her father was too busy enjoying the decadence of the local cantinas to even notice either mother or child. As a result Ariadne grew up in a local orphanage in Coronet up until her 8th birthday. She was a strangely subtle and quiet child, so much that it was at first regarded as a disability. However that was certainly not the case. Ariadne was experiencing the world around her in a way she could not explain or understand. The sentiment made the young girl uneasy resulting in her subsequent social misbehavior. Luckily it didn't last too long. Just before her 8th birthday a Jedi squadron made an emergency stop in Coronet City Spaceport to repair their damaged starship. A Jedi Master by the name of Lo-Jad following a disturbance in the Force found himself before a short girl with straw-like braids. The final arbitrator would be Ariadne's eyes, showing wisdom far beyond her age. Lo-Jad took the girl in leading her to a far grander fate than spending her days playing the mute in a small orphanage. Indeed sooner rather than later, Ariadne began training in the ways of the Jedi harnessing the Force, honing her mental and physical skills alike. For the first time in her short life the young girl was sincerely happy embracing her new.life to the fullest. As she began dwelling deeper into the secrets of the Force, she came to realize the vastness of the world around her, the uncountable lingering questions, the hard path and series of choices that was life. In her journey Lo-Jad was her mentor and teacher finally accepting her as his second padawan a while after Sia-Lan Wezz became his apprentice. Ariadne grew up to be an exceptional Jedi loyal to the order and eager to raise her blade in the struggle of maintaining balance in the universe. As a Corellian Jedi she was on numerous occasions sent as part of diplomatic envoys in her home planet to address pending issues between the Order and the Corellian branch which once too often caused turbulences due to it's independent nature and the tendency to disregard the authority of the High Council. Ariadne's loyalty in the Order never wavered and was never questioned either, since having left Corellia in a rather young age, leaving no family or friends behind, her allegiance to her home world or the Green Jedi was insubstantial. Thus, after the Corellian Sector closed it's borders as a result of the Separatist Crisis, she was sent to meet Nejaa Halcyon and persuade him to actively contribute to the resolving of the crisis instead of solely worrying about Corellia. She succeeded on the task, and shortly after, a fraction of the Green Jedi under Nejaa's command arrived at the Jedi Temple, committing themselves in the Order once more. "The shroud of the Dark Side has fallen. Begun the Clone Wars has." -Master Yoda Ariadne, as so many Jedi alongside her, served the Republic as a commanding officer of the Clone Trooper army undertaking life-threatening missions across several battlefields. The young Jedi in particular saw her first major battle as part of the 212 Jedi that stormed the arena in Geonosis to prevent the execution of Obi-Wan Kenobi under the orders of Master Mace Windu. Barely escaping the arena with her life, Ariadne still carries a scar above her left shoulder blade remnant of a nasty fall from the arena's box in an attempt to evade a battle droid's blaster fire. In the aftermath of the First Battle of Geonosis, the young Jedi, still largely inexperienced in the complex arts of war and the frenzy of a battlefield, was instead deployed under the orders of her master Lo-Jad as an intelligence officer in a number of undercover reconnaissance operations mainly in the Outer Rim Territories. Ariadne was sent in multiple planets supporting the Separatists such as Muunilinst, Jabiim, Tatooine, Lianna as well as a number of worlds in the Lahara, Abrion and Danjar sectors. In one too many cases the information the young Jedi secured in the name of the Republic proved invaluable in subsequent operations or even large scale battle plans. The skills Ariadne developed traveling in secluded planetary systems, blending in, in various different hostile environments and cultures alike, would later allow the runaway Jedi to adapt to her new life as an outlaw rather quickly and effectively. As the war escalated, nearly 9 months after the First Battle of Geonosis, the young Jedi was once more called to serve on the battlefield, specifically in Atraken, where one of the longest battles of the Clone Wars was fought. Dispatched to assist in completion of the Operation Katabatic, a series of strikes on critical Confederate bases, Ariadne was additionally tasked with escorting the remnants of the local refuges to the nearby moon of Trilos. Her next assignment brought her to Umbara, where under orders of the later treacherous General Pong Krell she acted as a scout and vanguard of the main army. Umbara was where she first met Sergeant Major Trey of the Crimson Company as the elite squad of the 501st was assigned under her orders. She was called back shortly before the fallout between Krell and the troopers which resulted in his execution by the hand of Clone Trooper Dogma. The final year of the Clone Wars found Ariadne deployed in the Outer Rim Sieges to provide support to Jedi Generals already fighting in the fierce battles to subdue the last remnants of the Separatists forces. She fought in the battle of Boz Pity where the Jedi scored a decisive victory even if at the cost. She was subsequently sent to provide support in Jedi Master Ki-Adi-Mundi in his campaign in Mygeeto only to be called back to Corcusant a week short of the General's death; a twist of fate that probably saved her life. When Order 66 was issued after the failed attempt against senator Palpatine, Ariadne was on a recon mission in one of Corcusant's moons Hesperidium, actively searching for remnants of the Separatist Army. When the Troopers turned on her she managed to fight her way out of the situation stealing an abandoned Separatist starship and escaping the moon with her life. Barely. Ariadne is on the run since then, drifting from planet to planet, jumping between different systems to avoid detection, hiding her true nature often posing as a traveling performer. She uses the alias Arya in order to avoid unnecessary attention and hides her lightsaber handle inside the hollow, detachable neck of an old lute. Upon hearing about the death of Sia-Lan Wezz amongst several more Jedi in the hands of Darth Vader a couple of years ago, Ariadne's conviction grew even stronger. She desperately seeks survivors of Order 66 or at least anyone willing -or crazy- enough to fight back against the Empire. Personality: Ariadne is calm and composted to a point she might be mistaken for indifferent or uncaring. In truth, the opposite is true, since she is actually compassionate and deeply empathetic. She won't admit to it however, being a traditionalist of the Jedi order adhering to the principles of ultimately balancing the Force through lack of emotion. The task is proving all the more difficult as of late since the abundance of negative emotions in the wake of the Great Jedi Purge, threaten to drag the young Jedi in a whirlpool of hate, anger, sorrow, fear and regret. Ariadne refuses to let herself submerge into negativity, often finding solace in meditation or music. She has an odd habit of biting her lower lip when trying to focus on a given task, one of a few times her behavior corresponds to her actual age, giving away a fragile side behind the otherwise determined and focused warrior. Ariadne subconsciously loathes herself for making it through Order 66. She deems herself unworthy of survival when so many of her allies perished in the hands of the Sith Lords and the treacherous Clone Troopers. The wound in her soul runs so deep that no matter how hard she tries to ease the tension and forget, her weeping heart won't let her.

Contacts Jedi Master Lo-Jad: A Force-sensitive trained in the ways of the Force by the Jedi Order, Lo-Jad was raised to the rank of Jedi Master in the final decades of the Galactic Republic. He selected Sia-Lan Wezz and Ariadne as his first and second padawan respectively. He was the one who first discovered Ariadne in Corellia back when she was still an ignorant child. His trail was lost shortly after Order 66 was issued and although Ariadne is not certain he survived she does put her faith on it, especially since news of his death haven't reached the young Jedi either. It's not surprising she is desperate to track down Lo-Jad, him being the only father Ariadne ever knew. Ibrakei Tillchi: An infamous and charismatic merchant and smuggler from Corcusant he has served Ariadne both as a means of safe travel between planetary systems and a circumstantial lover. She first met him following the attempt against her life by the clone troopers in Hesperidium, when still injured and in need of assistance stumbled upon him in the city planet of Corcusant. He took care of Ariadne, taking her aboard his shuttle "Aurora", going in great lengths to keep her Jedi identity secret even from his crew. Arguably going that far for the sole reason of being attracted to Ariadne, Ibrakei holds allegiance only towards profitable business caring little for either the Empire, the former Republic or the disbanded Jedi Order. Ariadne finds herself in need of his service occasionally while still holding a measure of affection she will never admit towards the rogue merchant. Sergeant Major Trey of the 501st Battalion: CT-9659 aka Trey is the commanding officer of the Crimson Company an official division of the elite forces of the 501st Legion. The Crimson Company was escorting Ariadne in Hesperidium in a recon mission when Order 66 was issued resulting in the Troopers turning on the Jedi attempting to rob Ariadne of her life. After a fierce battle she managed to escape Hesperidium with an abandoned Seperatist starship but not before Trey severely injured the Jedi with a blaster shot in the ribcage. The Troopers struck down by Ariadne's blade and the embarrassment of his failure left Trey with a lingering obsession, seeking to discover the Jedi's whereabouts to this day. The defining brand of the Crimson Company is the coppery shade of their armor.

Goals Character Goals: Ariadne is an outlaw constantly struggling for survival. That being said her main concern outside of keeping her head in it's rightful place is to locate her master Lo-Jad as well as any remaining Jedi still clinging to life after the issue of Order 66. She wills to enstablish a network of renegades still loyal to the ideas of the Republic and the High Council. She longs for justice and, despite not admitting it, vengeance against the Sith Lords. She ultimately wishes to set the grounds for an open revolt against the Empire, reestablish the Jedi Order and restore the much needed balance to the Force. Player Goals: I picture Ariadne facing hard, impossible decisions, constantly in an inner turmoil trying to suppress the emotional side of herself not always managing the feat. Faced with overwhelming odds running for her life I imagine the young Jedi's fortitude and determination often put to the test successfully or otherwise. She would also have to fight through the desperation of being alone most of her friends and fellow warriors long dead by now. I would also like to thoroughly explore her feelings of remorse and self loathing. She would even face the imminent threat of the dark side especially when powerlessness overcomes her composure although I do not picture her ultimately going "dark". I want to feel the desperation of a handful of men and women going against a structure so complete and an authority so absolute that even their victories carry the bitter taste of defeat. I would also like Ariadne who is already in a tough spot to be pressed even harder, maybe suffering the loss of someone important yet again, seemingly falling into a bottomless pit of despair having to pull herself up again and again. Will she make it? Will she fail or give up? Will the Empire ultimately fall or will she crush every remnant of opposition? Honestly I am all about the questions rather than the answers. The journey, I say, is more important than the goal itself.

Secret

Ariadne's Fake ID GALACTIC EMPIRE General Information First Name ARYA Last Name DRAKE Race HUMAN Date of Birth 24 BGE, 7th MONTH, 14th DAY Home World CORCUSANT Occupation ARTIST Digital Fingerprint Biometric ID Photo

[FlaviusAetius]

 

Name: Unknown; uses Gaforjja Letena as a legal alias but generally refers to himself as Crabclaw
Race: Quarren
Class: Soldier (Force Sensitive) with plans to multiclass to form a more Sith/Dark Jedi-like character

Physical Description: Crabclaw is larger than the average Quarren, standing 2 meters tall (whereas the typical Quarren stands 1.7 - 1.8m tall). As a Warrior he has very well defined muscular features though due to his time in captivity those have faded just ever so slightly. Like most Quarren, he possess a Melon-esque skin tone adorned with the common darker colored freckles all over his body (though he runs light on those compared to most). In contrast he has the Quarren’s large bright blue eyes which are reflective enough to see one’s self in. A notable unique feature are his tusks which are longer and larger than most Quarren - not enough to make him sideshow but enough that it’s clearly noticeable when in a group of Quarren or for those familiar with that species’ biology. His body his pecked and marked with scars from years of being engaged in combat. He is of the species of Quarren with 5 fingers per hand that lacked suction cups in lieu of large, sharp claws. He’s never been one to concern himself much with fashion. On Dac (Mon Calamari) he dressed in the traditional warrior’s outfit of the Quarren. After leaving the planet he dressed in much the same manner with a few extra rags for covering himself in space or whatever outfit/armor/uniform he could find that would protect himself better. As a Quarren it’s difficult to gauge his emotions by his face but he generally seems to be donning some sort of scowl.

 

Personality: Crabclaw was once a fierce supporter of independence and freedom - it’s what drove him to support the Quarren Isolationist League (see Background). While that is still something he believes in it has become filed away in the depths of his consciousness, replaced by rage, anger, and mistrust. He’s lost of trust in others’ capabilities because he’s watched so many people fail (leading to his own failures, in his mind). This has given him a tendency to talk down to people (which, understandably, can get him into trouble). He’s begun to look down on others - especially those who seem weaker than he is - and thus he tends not to look at people when he speaks to them unless it is for a direct purpose (commands, intimidation, etc.). His time reflecting in prison has tempered some of the blatancy of this attitude though as Crabclaw has realized that deception has its uses even when driven by fiery anger.

His ultimate dream is to see the Empire fall though for obvious purposes he keeps this a closely guarded opinion. That is made easier by a secondary but just as passionate ambition to gain as much power and cause as much pain as possible. Why does he feel this way? Because he sees enemies on all sides - Sith and the Separatists failed him, the Jedi fought and defeated him, his own Quarren let him down, the Mon Cals are sworn enemies, etc. - he sees almost everyone as having let him down, betrayed him, or fought against him in some way. He does not have much in the way of fear but one large fear that plagues him into paranoia is trusting someone. If he trusts them - as he did others - he fears that they will disappoint them as so many have done before him. He views himself, arrogantly, as one of the few capable people in the universe.

Background: Not much is known about Crabclaw before the Clone Wars (or if Crabclaw is really even his name) short of that he was an orphan. Crabclaw was an officer of the Quarren Isolation League during the Clone Wars who led Quarren warriors into battle against Republic and Mon Cal forces. He was a firm believer in Senator Tikkes’ ideals for a Republic-free Mon Calamari and fought hard for those ideals. He even came to see the Mon Cal as dictators - puppets of the Republic - that wanted to control all life on the oceanic planet. He'd seen the dynamic play out first hand - the Quarren miners worked hard to bring up raw resources from the dark depths of the planet's wide ocean while the Mon Cals would comfortably sit in their floating cities and working in their famed shipyards. It was the Mon Cals that reaped the benefits of Quarren labor; people would faun over the shipbuilding and citybuilding skills of the Mon Calamari while the Quarren would be thought of as nothing more than underwater slave workers. Crabclaw saw this day in and day out; at first it was an annoyance but it festered and grew into a hatred of the Mon Cals and a desire to be free of their (and by proxy, the Republic's) grasp. The Quarren should be held in just as high of regard as the Mon Cals; if the Separatists wanted to do things their own way then why shouldn't they be able to. These thoughts drove Crabclaw into the QIL where he had a chance of trying to make things right.

Crabclaw’s command had begun to distinguish itself in the war for Mon Calamari. He had begun to have premonitions of where the enemy would attack, where they would be, how their defenses would be set up. He thought of these as uncanny instincts, paying no mind that they could be something Force-related. While other Quarren commanders suffered setbacks, Crabclaw’s continued to succeed. Several Quarren units would advance and only Crabclaw’s would breakthrough; when several Quarren units would be ordered to hold their ground/sea usually Crabclaw was the only one who could do it. This angered him greatly - he'd accomplish what needed to be done - what was asked of him - and yet the Quarren forces around him would falter. He tried to encourage, to share advice, to rally others but his aid was often met with scorn from jealous commanders and officers. He couldn't understand this - what should personal glory matter in the face the collective goal? He cared not for accolades - he cared for freedom and yet he was treated as some fame-seeking, attention mongerer trying to further a military career. This smacked of the Republic and he began to look on his fellow Quarren with an ever growing disdain. And yet, he continued to fight because there was still hope for better days if they could turn the war around.

Jedi Kit Fisto’s intervention into the conflict all but sealed the deal for the QIL as they were unable to resist the powers of the skilled Nautolan general. Crabclaw continued to resist and score successes against the Republican forces but he could not save Quarren fortunes alone; too insignificant in the grand scheme to affect the overall outcome. He pleaded with his superiors for an attack when aggression was needed and for a bulwarking when defense was called for but his pleas went ignored despite his track record. Then it finally happened...peace. Crabclaw felt betrayed and alone. The jealousy and arrogance of others had significantly hindered the war effort, dooming the cause of freedom. His people had given up the fight weakly when things looked bleak instead of rallying together and continuing the fight for liberty.

The peace was short lived and when the Separatists renewed their war efforts Crabclaw was quick to join up and continue the fight. Alas, this new effort would fail as well. In the end the Quarren were doomed to live under Republic and Mon Cal thumbs. Not Crabclaw! The Quarren warrior took to space with the Separatists and continued the fight against the republic. After the defeat of the Separatists and the declaration of the Empire, Crabclaw still fought though by now his ideals were of less importance; replaced by rage. Rage at his enemies for obvious reason, rage at the Separatists for the weakness, defeat, and surrender and rage at his own Quarren folk who he felt had betrayed them with their inability to come together to defeat the Mon Cal and their surrender in the face of danger.

Alone and angry, he carried out his own personal acts of war against those subjects of his rage until he was apprehended Imperial forces. What stopped them from killing him is unsure but the troopers captured him instead of placing several blaster bolts between the tusks. They restrained him and took him to a holding cell. He rotted there for who knows how long - splitting his time between reflecting on what had gone wrong and pounding on the walls of his cell all while enduring terrible punishment from the facilities Clone guardsmen. He thought that was going to continue forever until strangely cloaked and dressed individuals announced his transfer to a new, classified program...

Personal Goals: Crabclaw is a Quarren immediately without direction - he cannot destroy that which he hates most and there is a lot to hate: The Republic, the Emprie, the Jedi, the Politicians, the Quarren, the Mon Cals, etc. He wants some sort of vengeance on them all but they encompass all sides of the conflict. If he wants to have any impact short of the small one he had during the Battles of Mon Calamari and his own terrorist actions following the war’s end he needs power - some sort of power that he can wield against the people who destroyed his vision and dream of a beautiful, independent Dac (Mon Calamari). His goals are, firstly, to acquire that power (through this newly discovered connection to the Force) and then wield it against whoever gets put between his mental crosshairs.

Player Goals: I want Crabclaw to become a strong, powerful, and fun-to-play-with Dark Jedi/Sith. Crabclaw and I both want to gain as much power (in any form) as possible. I don’t usually get to play an Evil-ly character so I want to try something new for myself. I’d like to see him become ambitious (as Sith are wont to do) in some form or fashion as well. I also love the vision of a Quarren villain.

Depending on where the story takes us I’d also be open to delving into some sort of redemption arc but that’s not necessarily a goal of mine, just something I am open too, dependent on the storyline and opportunity.

Contacts: Seggor Tels: Quarren, friend, and former Comrade from the Quarren Isolation League. The two were fellow warriors who made war upon the Republic and Mon Cals on Mon Calamari. The two Quarren fighters amicably parted ways when Tels decided to stay planetside and Crabclaw departed for the stars. Tels reached out to Crabclaw when he was going to aid the Empire in attacking the Mon Cals but Crabclaw refused to return citing that the Empire was a spawn of the corrupt Republic. Tels was disappointed but understood the feelings his former brother-in-arms felt towards those that had defeated them. Seggor is one of the only people that Crabclaw would consider a friend or that he would put even a minute amount of trust in.

RC-1509 “Jailer”: A Republic Clonetrooper who, apparently, had served in the Mon Calarmari campaign back in the Clone Wars - a fight in which he lost use of his left arm to a Quarren warrior. Jailer survived and recovered but was unfit for further active campaigns in the Outer Rim. He did return to service as part of the Republic’s security forces, becoming a head officer in one of their holding facilities. It is here where Crabclaw met him - officially - and Jailer instantly took a dislike to the Quarren due to his past injuries. It’s unknown if Crabclaw was the man that severed Jailer’s arm but he sure treats the alien as such with routine “disciplinary action.” Though Jailer gives Crabclaw a tough time he has noticed that the Quarren is a unique, and potentially, powerful specimen that shouldn’t be given any freedom to escape or injure others. He makes sure any interactions with Crabclaw are done with him restrained in front of a number of fellow guards with their rifles trained on the prisoner.

Zyryg Qresh: A mysterious Gand prisoner held in the same facility as Crabclaw. They’ve not gotten to interact very much, given the nature of their association, but they’ve managed a mutual acquaintanceship with one another. Prison can be a terribly lonely place and to have someone, while not really being a friend, that will at least look out for you is a great thing to have. There have been a few occasions, during social or feeding times, that Crabclaw and Zyryg have had to defend one another in one of the many scuffles that are wont to break out between the incarcerated. Zyryg and Crabclaw may never have had any chance to connect if they hadn’t been both locked up but in the penitentiary they did have that chance. The two are not friends and neither trusts one another but a bond of defense and misery does unite them in some way.

Secrets:

[Craigthulu]

Name: HK-XJ IIc Hunter Killer Ex Jedi Mark IIc
Name: Sia Lan

Race: Droid: 4th degree droid. HK droid model
Race:Full Body Replacement Cyborg

Class: Soldier. Sentient Droid
Class:Jedi/Soldier Can I still take Sentient Droid?

Physical Description: Using old schematics from the only force user to be both Jedi and Sith at some point in time the Empires Research and Development team began work on a new series of HK droids. The frame and structure were based schematics found in files of the force user Revan that referenced a battle droid called HK-47. Updated with modern processers and imperial armor the HK droids were redeveloped for the Empire.

The average sized frame is covered in grey paint and black accent lines. The Imperial emblem is placed on the right breast where a person’s heart would be. HK-XJ Mark IIc has a long gash covering his emblem that was never fully repaired in the rush to get proper field testing.

Mounted weapons adorn his chassis with larger weapons mounted over the shoulder joint. A standard blaster carbon rifle is holstered at the hip joint with. HK-XJ Mark IIc frame is a weapon with considerable weight and strength behind it.

Personality: HK-XJ IIc is extremely self assured and confident in its ability. An effective hunter IIc using aggressive tactics and causes unnecessary damage to targets and the surrounding area. Deployed in areas of dissidents IIc has proven effective flushing out those who seek to undermine the Galactic Empire. IIc under utilizes his communication unit and speaks briefly, known to dispense more laser blasts than words. A little difficult to control IIc is best deployed solo with a safety net of troops to catch the insects he sends scurrying for safety. Handle with extreme care and avoid getting caught in IIcs cross fire.

Background:
Background Sia-Lan Wezz: First apprentice to Apprenticed to Master Lo-Jad. An adequate padawan Sia-Lan Wezz served Master Lo-Jad for five years before being named his first apprentice. While serving as apprentice to Master Lo-Jad for several months, Sia-Lan was joined by Ariadne Nathos. The two were as close as apprentice and padawan could be. Sia often teased the very serious padawan with little pranks, trying to get the younger woman to open up more. Sia took her official duties seriously but was more relaxed adn less formal in closed company. She often relaxed and was less formal when they were traveling on their ship. It was suggested that she use this time to meditate and work on her force techniques.

When the clone wars began her relaxed nature slowed died as battle after battle made her more callous and more distant. At first she grieved for every clone trooper or civillian that died. Being exposed to so much death so fast threw her into a spiral of depression. Sia-Lan kept this well hidden and self medicated her problems with alcohol. The confusion and massive amounts of travel helped her hide this secret from her Master who was often deployed on different planets because of so many conflicting duties. She was aware of the risks that narcotics posed, dulling her reflexes. During battles the dulled senses were a double edged sword. She no longer felt the death of every living being on the battlefield. This meant less nightmares to haunt her dreams and keep her awake.

This also slowed her down and made her less effective in combat. Even when the war was in favor of the republic it was never easy. Many Jedi made mistakes and much of this was assumed to be exhaustion. So Sia-Lan gallantly fought on, swearing she would deal with her personal demons when the fighting was done. Eventually the battles all seemed the same to her, she was deployed on a distant planet by orders from the council for different reasons. "This planet is important to us or to them, we can't let them have it. She used to read the orders but when you started to read between the lines they all read the same. Go her and destroy these droids, so she did.

In her last mission Sia-Lan was fighting in humid forest. Tired and emotionally exhausted it seemed like the last battles were wrapping. Looking forward to actually getting some sleep and not having to fight the next day. Sia-Lan was so detached from the force and the general moral of her troopers that she didn't even sense the rising hostility after Order 66 was issued. Her last remaining memory from that day was one of pain and betrayal.

Waking up in an old medical cruiser, her body was wracked by fire. Every part of her body felt broken and burnt. When she stayed still it was agony, when she moved it was torture. Three men and a woman came to her side and administered pain killers. They told her not to move, not to speak, just sleep and rest. It was impossible to say how long this lasted but she was eventually able to speak and thank those that rescued her.

The two security officers were brothers name Baz and Lenser. They had been been assigned to carry her body bag back to a crematory. Sia-Lan had been lucky enough to land in the hands of two men who were still loyal to the republic and had access to a ship. Getting a nurse and a pilot they smuggled Sia-Lan off the planet and took her into hiding. Her nurse, Cerela, kept the pain bearable with stolen supplies and kept her entertained with stories and jokes. Cerela wouldn't speak about the war and just said they would talk about it latter when they got somewhere safe.

Eventually she was able to give co-ordinates to a hide out that she and Master Lo-Jad had used when other missions went badly. She also asked about Ariadne, wondering if the younger padawan survived. After a moth of bed rest the pilot called back in a panicked state. They had been found and were going to have to make an emergency take off. There were several explosions and the ship launched into space. Cerelia and Baz were not on board. Lenser had used some of the medical supplies to fix his wounds he received but was distraught over his brothers death. He demanded answers and swore vengeance, he was reminiscing about Baz one minute and cursing him the next for being a bit too slow.

Understanding the grief of losing comrades Sia told Lenser about a possible area they could go to. There was an old temple Belsalvis that might be able to shelter them. Other Jedi might remember the location and gather there. When she gave the information Lenser looked at her questioningly until she assured him the temple was still functional. Lenser calmly walked away and the environment in the ship became quiet. A troop of clone troopers marched on the ship and charged her with treason. Before she could even contemplate what was happening a needle had penetrated her arm and she was quickly fading into a comatose state. All she remembered was a blurry man with an all too sharp nose and evil looking in his eye saying "She still be useful. Send her to my lab. We'll find a replacement."

Notes from Doctor Nathan Yurashima 0 IE Two months after the clone wars were finished, referred to as Imperial Era, IE, with Emperor Palpatine taking control of the senate the Galactic Imperial Research & Development Division. Placed under the direction of myself Doctor Nathan Yurashima. With the fall of the Republic the Empire needed armies they could depend on and quickly. Un-pure Alien species and Senate supporters hold too many positions of power within the governing bodies. The Empire needs an army it can trust and the clone troopers are a product of Kamino technology. Training new troops will take time. The mission of the GIRDD is to supplement the remaining clone troopers with reliable military equipment. This was the task given to me, Doctor Nathan Yurashima, Chief Director of GRIDD. 0 IE Designs for a battle droid used by an Empire of old were discovered. Exceeding 3000 years of age these plans show promise, effective killing machines with a history that the Emperor will appreciate. The plans have been studied and a pilot program for 100 heavy armor battle droids has been approved. Based on the HK model this new generation has been named HK-XJ Mark I, Hunter Killer - Ex Jedi. We eagerly await our first series produced by Colicoid Creation Nest for field testing. 1 IE The original HK-XJ series was introduced at one year after the clone wars ended in . The combat effectiveness has of these droids surpasses most cheaply made battled droids. Heavily armored the increased durability has improved overall combat effectiveness. Battle tactics used by clone troopers has been uploaded into the combat protocols to help the droids in their combat against insurgents and rogue Jedi. The first stage of field testing is complete and has been dubbed a failure. Success and failure. HK-XJs were extremely successful putting down armed insurgents and enemies of the Empire. The heavy armor allowed Mark I's to operate in conditions many droids couldn't. Their combat effectiveness against Jedis was less successful. Armed with just the Standard carbine rifle this series of droids fell prey to the Jedis main defense, the light saber. Able to reflect almost all shots, the carbine rifle became the HK-XJs worst enemy, giving them the designation of joker droids. Ten times the cost, same effectiveness. Storm troopers did appreciate not being sent to the front lines against Jedis so the program was given a second and last chance. If the reworked droids failed a second time the researchers would be joining the front lines. GRIDD has been given one chance to correct this oversight. 1 IE The mark II series were given better defenses and weapons that could not be countered with the by light sabers. There were no technical guards against the force users other powers. Lord Vader was reluctant to give plausible counters to other uses of the force. Modifications and counters were made based on field data collected by the mark I series of jokers. Research Assistant Irin was tasked with contacting Lord Vader for for advice on countering "The Force". His throat was crushed for his lack of faith and that research line has been abandoned. Colicoid Creation Nest produced the HK-XJ Mark II series with the updated weaponry selected specifically for Jedi. A hundred of these units were produced and sent to the Galactic Imperial Research and Development Department for testing. The ability to use the force made Jedis hard prey to track down and harder prey to kill. Five of the droids were selected to have heurisitic processors so that they could learn and create better tactics. Original plans involved having each droid lead nine others into combat while fifty remained under the guidance of human commanders at all times. Battle data of Jedi as well as data extracted from interrogated Jedi has been uploaded to their processors. Notes from the Galactic Imperial Intelligence Department will be referred to. This data is considered extremely accurate due to the great care and manipulation tactics of GIID Interrogation of Prisoner 111345 This Jedi pupil was found in a state of near death. So close to death that she was on life support for 26 days before signs of recovery showed. Previously captured Jedi showed extreme resilience to interrogation methods and were difficult to contain. Prisoner #111345, has been selected for a long term soft touch interrogation approach. After one day of waking poorly prepared medical officers gave medicine to kill pain and dull her mind. The endorphin should make 111345 more susceptible to trust. While asleep she was moved to a dismantled shuttled stored in an unused hanger bay. Over the course of several days she was fed told to be quiet while "rebel" operatives planned to move her safely. In her current condition speech and locomotion are impossible and no questions have been asked. Two weeks of having 111345 moved from safe location to safe location has worked and she now trusts her keepers. The extensive damage to her body makes a full recovery unlikely. 111345 is completely dependent on those that "saved" her for food, shelter and safety. She has begun to talk freely of her Master, who is currently alive and evading arrest.. Another Jedi has been named and added to the wanted list. To speed up the interrogation a small battle was staged the ship was "damaged". Two of her captors have been removed from her environment to increase her feelings of desperation and loss. The time intervals when her ship has been moved are decreasing. In a panicked state 111345 has begun to divulge information regarding possible rebel bases and more names of former Jedi. many have been confirmed dead although some still remain. These names have been checked against the data recovered from the Jedi temple. When 111345 had confessed all useful information she was promptly drugged and arrested for trial. Although resilient to aggressive tactics Jedi are too trusting and this interrogation tactic is being recommend where applicable. Ending record. Top Secret Prisoner 111345 was swiftly tried and executed for treason as an example to other Jedi. Official records will back this information. The prisons body was so badly damaged from the events of order 66 that very little was recognizable. Due to the extents of her injuries she was often covered in bandages and drugged. With proper credits being transferred to the right people it was very easy to have a degenerated beaten and drugged to attend the trial in place of 111345. The former Jedis body was commissioned as part of my experiments to test the limits of what a Jedi can do. All four limbs were considered functionally useless for battle and thus were removed. Only one armed would have partially recovered. Replacing the limbs with cybernetic parts will greatly enhance her combat abilities. Most of 111345s torso was removed for droid modifications, skin grafts were considered but bio synthetic skin was chosen as it would function better with the cybernetic prosthesis. 111345 is 99.999% mechanical, even her lungs were replaced. Effectively making her a heart and brain. The trauma from battle and surgery did not help her enfeeble mental state. Based on data from the life support systems Former Jedi Sia-Lan Wezz was partially aware of what was happening during the surgery and did not react well to it. A series of drugs kept her confused and pacified. The heuristic processor was supposed to placed in HK XH IIc was destroyed after the data was uploaded to the cybernetic memory banks. Her brain was connected to the operating system and my greatest creation was almost complete. A droid capable of sensing the force and hunting Jedi in ways that no other droid could. Truly this will test the limits on what life and death truly mean. Certain techniques were put in place to keep IIc from rebelling. Full access to her former memories are blocked and restricted. A series of drugs were administered during the surgery to keep her alive and make her open to suggestion. While the drugs were administrated a false history was played on her optic sensors with heavy pro empire propaganda. After several weeks of this treatment combined with programming overrides to suppress strong emotions IIc should be field ready. As an extra precation all weapon systems and hostile actions directed towards me will cause the cybernetic enhancements to shut down. 2 IE HK-XJ Mark IIc went berserk approximately two weeks after having the heuristic processor installed. At this point in time the weapon systems had not been activated or supplied with ammunition. This limited the number of causalities to four researchers and three storm troopers that were in the droid hanger. Wall mounted ion cannons targeted and removed the threat before IIc could escape from the hanger. Incident #445876 lasted less than 12 seconds and was reclassified as a successful demonstration of the combat effectiveness of this second series. Armed with only basic appendages IIcs inflicted lethal damage two almost half a dozen personal while being hit with ion and blaster fire. Among the deceased are: GRIDD personal Vrei Caltrel, Allen Fexive, Taphan Elysar and Nola Lacer. Thee security officers were also killed. Philipp Adram, Rell Parat and Branada Sexton. Phillip Adram is the Admiral Adram, the Admiral has voiced his grief and extreme displeasure with the incident and demanded answers. IIcs un-expected actions also caused for the HK-JK Mark IId and HK-JK Mark IIe to be left with the standard configuration. IIa and IIb were in the field and search Ord Mantell and Dantooine for Jedis and non-conformists. Each was with a regiment of nine other droids. No similar faults have been detected to date. Scans of the computer system failed to provide clues as to the cause of Incident #445876. Some corrupted files were found but this is not uncommon after damage from ion cannon blasts. To hasten the commissioning process these files were locked and encrypted rather than being recovered analyzed and deleted. None of the encrypted files were required for IIc to operate in its primary function. No files were connected with combat tactics and it is unlikely that they were involved in the incident. As as safety precuation IIc has not been given a command droid troopers.

Personal Goals:

1: Unlocked the encrypted files. HK-XJ IIc is agitated that parts of his memory bank or locked out. Constantly seeking to better understand himself the idea that he isn't allowed to access all his memory banks makes IIc agitated and aggressive.

Kill Jedi. Why mince words. Jedi and those that harbor them deserve to die.

Play as the droid version of Sia Lan and change sides.

Player Goals: Go to a bar where HK-XJ Mark IIc kind isn’t served.

Blow up a star ship. Space battles are some of the best parts of Star Wars.

Contacts:

Doctor Nathan Yurashima Chief Director of GRIID and a brilliant researcher and designer. Dr. Yurashima has designed and runs the HK-XJ program. He takes particular pride in his three pets a,b and c. "a" is a digillent hunter who tracks prey with a singular purpose. Given one target IIa will seek his target until it is eliminated. IIb is a patient hunter that sets traps and gathers Information. Selecting areas were targets are most likely to appear IIb will ambush targets. IIc was designed to aggressively pursue those associated with targeted names. This tactic is used to exploit the Jedis feeling of loyalty and altruism. Jeids should come to IIc instead of having to hunt for them.

Admiral Adram Phillip Adram died in incident #445876. Admiral Adram placed Phillip in the security department for his protection, it was a cushy assignment with little responsibility. After the incident Admiral Adram placed an official grievance and tried to have GRIID shut down. The incident was pardoned and Admiral Adram was forced to take maters into his own hands. Secretly placed a bounty on HK-XJ Mark IIc in the outer rim territories where the Emperors laws are a bit looser. HK-XJ Mark IIc looks exactly like IIa and IIb who were are just as dangerous and have no bounty associated with them. Apply extreme caution.

IIa and IIb IIa and IIb- Part of the same series of HK-XJ Mark II series with heuristic processors. These two droids command nine other similar models where IIc does not.

Sia Lan Sia Lans interrogation and all data was uploaded to HK-XH IIc's reference files. IIc downloaded the files to the memory bank instead and briefly thought it was Sia Lan. While trying to escape the hanger Sia Lan killed four lab techs and three soldiers. Unable to connect with the force she lost her will to fight.

HK XJ MKIIc is the third 2nd generation droid produced in the HK XJ MKII Jedi Hunting droid series, specifically designed to hunt down and kill Jedi that escaped executive order 66. Deviating from the the standard model HK XJ MKIIc was given a Heuristic process allowing him to learn, along with HK XJ MKIIa and HK XJ MKIIb. No other HK XJ MKII were given a heuristic programming unit after HK XJ MKIIc malfunction. The first video files that he was forced to witness were of Jedi being tortured for information about their peers and secret hideouts. Due to a circuit malfunction that was not recorded HK XJ MKIIc began to empathize with the captive Jedi but could not deviate from his programing. While downloading files on escaped and deceased Jedi an internal error placed files from one Jedi into HK XJ MKIIcs' memory banks instead of reference files. HK XJ MKIIc had seen this Jedi being tortured and synced the files in his memory bank and reference files to convince HK XJ MKIIc that he was in fact the tortured Jedi turned against his friends.

This caused HK XJ MKIIc to go berserk in the Military base where was being stored at. Acting quickly the personal subdued him with an ion canon, incapacitating HK XJ MKIIc. This ion surge corrupted his memory file, stopping access to it. Currently HK XJ MKIIc has been repaired and sent back into service after being re certified for combat use. His memory banks are looking for ways to fix and open the corrupted files to find out what information The Empire has locked away in his system.

[Anazider]

Character Creation Name: Anazider (just Anazider, formerly Prince Anazider of House Xin'dan) Race: Falleen Class: Roguishly handsome good guy (Noble 1 / Scoundrel 4 / Soldier 2 / Ace Pilot 2 / Gunslinger 1) Physical Description: With a square-cut jaw, and jade-green eyes that just scream heartbreak, Anazider has the good looks of a daytime holodrama star. This fact ironically lead to his making a small, reoccurring appearance on “The Pulsar Diaries”, a daytime holodrama that found brief popularity in the Core Worlds just before the onset of the Clone Wars. Anazider moves with the swagger of a man that is eternally self-assured of his own success, regardless of his actual track record. He’s generally never to be found without his travel-worn captain’s jacket with the faded squadron insignia over the left breast, and his pair of Greel wood-handled BlasTech DL-18 pistols. Personality: Seemingly born into the spotlight, Anazider is a natural charmer, even over and above the intoxicating pheromones of his people. Several years on the fringe of galactic society has instilled in him the joy of the bargain, and he treats the mantra “Everything, and everyone, has a price” as a religious edict. Yet underneath the bravado and cockiness is goodness born from having once been regarded as a hero, and the fracturing cynicism that comes with seeing ones heroes be reborn as villains. Background: As the first son of one of the Great Houses of the planet Falleen, Anazider was born into a life of wealth and decadence. His father, Prince-Consort Nirraj, is chief executive officer of Xin’dan Transports Unlimited, a custom star yacht design firm that caters to the galaxy’s rich and famous, while his mother, Queen-Regent Anisai was a provincial governor on the Falleen homeworld. As a youth, Anazider had a gift for acting and oration, a gift that his mother attempted to nurture, but seeking a respectable heir for his holdings, Anazider’s father quickly squashed these artistic pursuits in favor of gravity well racing. Gravity well racing involves using hopped up light freighters and starfighters to race around a star system along, using the gravity wells of the planets and star in the system to slingshot to greater speeds. The races were highly dangerous and incredibly glamorous, and Anazider took to it with seemingly natural aplomb. He became the hit of the Corellian circuit at a young age, and as his popularity grew, sales at his father’s company skyrocketed. Endorsement deals, minor acting roles, and the trappings of celebrity came Anazider’s way, and for a brief time he was able to live (mostly) independent of his father’s shadow. At the onset of the Clone War, Anazider was competing in the SoroSuub Grand Prix the very day that the Sullust System seceded from the Republic and joined the Confederacy of Independent Systems. While the system was being placed under siege, Anazider and several of the other racers lead a daring escape that broke the blockade and robbed the CIS of several valuable hostages. As footage of the escape spread throughout the Core, Anazider was contacted by several blockade running outfits, but it was Robelle Harkend and his angels that made the most convincing sell. Robelle Harkend, the Scourge of the Hydian Way, was a pirate and mercenary that feasted on Republic shipping lanes. The then Captain Harkend was captured in the early stages of the Clone Wars, and given an ultimatum: either serve as a privateer for the Republic or face execution after a quick show trial. Shortly thereafter Harkend’s Angels were born, and they would serve with distinction for the duration of the war. With the gravity well racing circuit in shambles because of the war, and under duress from his father and a multitude of sponsors, Anazider accepted the invitation to join the Angels and he also agreed to his father’s idea to live holo-stream his missions. At first Anazider was given “blue milk” missions as Harkend used the prince’s minor celebrity to generate bigger payouts for the Angels, but that all changed after a routine supply drop to the Wookie colony on Alaris Prime turned into a desperate fight for survival against Separatist-backed Trandoshan raiders. Anazider joined a small Clone Trooper strike team and their Jedi commander in a series of hit-and-fade strikes against the Trandoshans that culminated in the evacuation of a Wookie clan to Kashyyk ahead of the arrival of a Republic task force. The live stream of that operation went viral, and the reality holo-series “Emerald Flash” became a hit in the coveted 13-75 gender-amorphous demographic. Throughout the war Anazider, his ever-rotating crew, and the Angels fought, loved, lost, and adventured around the Galaxy and above all else, Anazider became a hero. Harkend became incredibly rich, XTU couldn’t keep up with the demand for Emerald Flash-model transports, but Anazider didn’t care because he had finally broken free and was doing something that mattered. That is until Order 66 was initiated. He watched firsthand as his former comrades turned on one another and the Jedi were slaughtered en masse. With the new Imperial propaganda machine twisting the Angel’s escapades for their own benefit, and now-Admiral Harkend turning his eye upon him, Anazider fled to his family estate to try and collect himself only to find that his parents had taken an opportunistic turn towards supporting the new Empire. Because of his family’s affluence and the popularity of his prior service, Anazider was offered the opportunity to join the Imperial Navy, but instead he responded by stealing his father’s prototype transport and making for the Outer Rim. Anazider spent a great deal of time attempting to drink, gamble, and seduce his problems away while on the run until he was finally picked up by Old Denurga and had some sense slapped into him. He’s spent the last few years taking whatever odd-jobs he can manage, while occasionally sticking his thumb in the Empire’s eye, although not yet enough to warrant a great deal of attention. Whenever he’s attracted too much heat, or he gets word that Harkend’s goons have picked up his trail, he makes a run for it, but in this new Empire safe harbor for men of his caliber is becoming increasingly difficult to come by. Personal Goals: Anazider values his freedom above all else, or so he would have everyone believe. His time as a privateer for the Republic taught him that there was something more to life than the day-to-day petty cruelties of the Falleen court, and there was a greater value in sharing war stories in a cantina with friends than there was in all the vicious boardroom conquests his father’s company had to offer. Deep down, the former prince would give a great deal to feel that way again, but perhaps cynicism has rooted too deeply within his heart, and instead he’ll mostly settle for keeping his ship in the stars and his credit account as full as possible. Player Goals: I want Anazider to get caught up in the emerging Rebellion, whether he wants to or not. I want him to lie, cheat, and steal his way back into being a hero, along with his new friends. Above all else, I want have fun and be challenged as much as possible. I'm pretty much open to any plot twist and complication, so definitely don't hold back when you have an idea because I won't. :-P Contacts: Admiral Robelle Harkend: Once called “Helping Hands Harkend” during the Clone Wars, the official Imperial press release states that Robelle Harkend was rewarded for his service during the war with an admiral’s commission in the new Imperial Navy. The truth is that almost immediately after Palpatine’s ascension, Harkend turned on his comrades in the underworld and was instrumental in destroying multiple smuggling rings and pirate fleets, pushing their activities to the Outer Rim. The epitome of a ruthless opportunist, Admiral Harkend continues his persecution of those criminal elements that don’t operate with the blessing of the Empire. It is bitterly joked in the underworld that Robelle Harkend invented the ambush, and there’s nothing he won’t say, or do, to win a fight. House Xin’dan: Originally a minor house, House Xin’dan rose to prominence centuries ago through pragmatic financial acquisitions and ruthless play in the Game of Great Houses on Falleen. The current heads of House Xin’dan are the coldly beautiful Queen-Regent Anisai and the irresistibly charming Prince-Consort Nirraj. Nirraj has added to the incredible fortune of House Xin’dan through his luxury starship design firm, Xin’dan Transports Unlimited, while Queen-Regent Anisai is considered a master hand at Falleen politics. Their children follow much in the same mold, well… mostly. Nasmine is gaining a reputation as a shrewd, yet fair, business woman while her twin brother Nasair is a genius engineer and heads the design department at XTU. The twins are still fond of their older brother, and have been known to lend him help from time to time, much to the disdain of their parents. …The less said about the oldest Xin’dan heir, the better. Old Denurga: The self-proclaimed “King of Cons”, Old Denurga is a Snivvian of advancing years, but you wouldn’t know it from the degree of zeal and rapidness with which he moves through life. Denurga was second in command of Harkend’s Angels during the Clone Wars, and Anazider’s mentor when he first joined… A point that the old Snivvian is certain to bring up whenever he and Anazider get together. The only time in Denurga’s life when he hasn’t been scheming were the first few seconds after he was born. Somehow Denurga has come into the ownership of a derelict Lucrehulk Core Ship that he has turned into a shadowport and floating casino. Old Denurga has bribed, swindled, and negotiated with a legion of lowlifes to keep his precious Idiot’s Array spaceworthy, and so far he has managed to always stay one step ahead of Admiral Harkend and his Imperial jackals. "Emerald Flash"   Thanks to Adam Kop for the image. Daddy's Sweet Baby CL 13 Colossal* space transport Initiative +15 Senses Perception +12 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Defenses Reflex 22 (flat-footed 15); Fort 32; +15 Armor, Vehicular Combat Hp 150; DR 15; SR 50; Threshold 82 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Speed Fly 16 squares (1,150 km/h); Fly 5 squares (starship scale) Ranged blaster cannons +13 (see below) and Ranged double heavy laser cannon +11 (see below) Fighting Space 12x12 or 1 square (starship scale); Cover total Base Atk +7; Grp +48 Special Quality Unreliable (see description below) Abilities Str 52, Dex 22, Con --, Int 18 Skills Initiative +14, Mechanics +7, Perception +12, Pilot +15, Use Computer +7 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Crew 3 (Anazider, co-pilot, gunner); Passengers 16 (6 in quarters, 10 passenger seats) Cargo 120 (5 tons of smuggling compartments); Consumables 2 months; Carried Craft none Hyperdrive x.75 (backup x6); navicomptuer, advanced Availability Unique; Cost not available for sale *This ship is treated as a Gargantuan starfighter for the purposes of being targeted by capital ship weapons, dogfighting, and using starship maneuvers. Blaster cannons (Anazider|co-pilot) Attack +13; Damage (6d10+5)x2 ---------------------------------------------------- Double heavy laser cannon (gunner) Attack +11; Damage (7d10+5)x2 **Retractable weapons require a swift action by the gunner to activate from hiding. Sensor scans of retractable weapons require a DC 25 Perception check to detect. ---------------------------------------------------- Capabilities -Cargo jettison system -HoloNet transceiver -Luxury upgrade, extreme -Medical suite -Passenger seating -Personalized controls (Anazider: pilot) -Smuggler’s compartments -Transponder, disguised (3) Xin’dan Transports Unlimited’s Avantgarde-class Star Yacht is the perfect melding of artistic vision and engineering excellence. Each Avantgarde is made custom to order, with special attention given to each customer’s exacting tastes to produce a yacht that is both high performance as well as lavish. The Emerald Flash was first the prototype of the Avantgarde-class, and XTU spared no expense in its creation as it was meant to showcase the best of the company’s abilities to potential customers. …Then Anazider stole it. Then he made some less-than legal modifications to it. Then due to his constantly being on the run, the “Emerald Flash” has gone without routine maintenance for months at a time. When the Emerald Flash moves down the condition track, consult the “Hunks of Junk” supplement on pages 54-55 of the Scum and Villainy campaign guide to determine the results of an unreliable system check. Unreliable condition can be removed per GM's discretion. If it’s any consolation to Anazider’s father, the Jacuzzi hot tub hasn’t worked since forever. Secret:

[moozuba]

 

Kaenos "K" Arren
Human Jedi Master (former)

"There is no need to fear, my friend. The Living Force guides us."
"That, Qui-Gon, is what I fear most."
~Conversation between Qui-Gon Jinn and Kaenos Arren

Physical Description: Tall and fit with the sort of tight musculature that comes from a lifetime of hard labor, passing into the winter of his life robbed his hair and beard of their autumnal red, but his eyes remain the same summered green as ever.

Personality: Kay is passionate but patient. He is, however, a fatalist. His unorthodox view of the Force does not extend to the point of calling the Force malevolent, but he does regard it as impersonal and cold, like a puppetmaster pulling the strings of all the trillions of living beings in the universe, forcing them all to dance according to its immutable will. He sees himself as one small element in the grand scheme of the universe, and yet he knows better than most the capacity of a single insignificant lifeform to be used as either a scalpel or a sledge in the hands of the almighty Force. He therefore believes that the actions of one individual can change the course of history, but only insofar as those actions are in accordance with the purpose of the Force. Kay's issue was never (as he understood the case to be with the traitor Skywalker) proneness to outbursts, but within he was, for as long as he could remember, a swirling maelstrom of emotion. His ability to remain cool under pressure was therefore due more to a lack of concern for the outcome than a Jedi's practiced stoicism. Nonetheless, his resignation to fate made him a clever, calculating, and dangerous opponent. He would wait forever and a day, trusting every silent moment in the unchanging, inscrutable Will of the Force.

Background: Master Arren trained under Master Yaddle of the Jedi High Council. In the early days of his training, he fought affections, feelings of deep emotion, for a fellow padawan. She was apprenticed to a newly minted knight and they both perished in the field. He rose to the level of Jedi Knight alongside his long-time friend and classmate, Qui-Gon Jinn. Kay had little interest in peacekeeping, but focused on the more contemplative aspects of the Jedi Order. He did not feel himself worthy to take a padawan since he lacked field experience and therefore remained 5 years in private study and meditation. In this time, he began to receive visions through the Force. They were strongest when he made direct physical contact with the subject. He saw with certainty the death of Qui-Gon, the betrayal of Dooku, and the collapse of the Jedi Council. In less certain terms, he witnessed through the Force the end of peace, the return of the Sith, the rise of the Empire, and the destruction of worlds.

Troubled yet hiding his fear, he sought answers in the ancient Jedi teachings and, gradually over time, broke ideologically with the Orthodox Jedi Order. His final break with the Order came when he fell in love (lust) with a beautiful force-sensitive that he then took as his padawan (Yulia Marquesh). He lured her away from the moorings of the Code and they became lovers. When she became pregnant, Kay opted for a self-imposed exile rather than face the wrath of the Council. Disgraced and no longer fit to be called Jedi, he took work as a navigator and later a pilot on a variety of commercial (and "commercial") starships. He also dabbled in mechanics. There, in the vast void of space, he continued his contemplation. He embraced emotion rather than denying it, allowing his love for Yulia, his pride at being a father, his regret and shame at having abandoned his son, his mistrust of and pity for the Orthodox Order (which he had seen through the Force would soon be brought to ruin), and feelings of disgust for the Sith who reveled in selfishness and hatred.

Kay intended to hide and stay hidden, to live out his days in peace, apart from the restrictions of the Order, but the Emperor had other plans. Knowing that the fragile shield of his anonymity would soon be shattered, Kay dug out the hilt of his long-neglected lightsaber -- once a symbol of status, now a tool for survival -- and the moth-eaten robes that once marked him as a Jedi Master -- a student of the great Yaddle herself, and friend of the late Qui-Gon Jinn. He docked his ship in Corellia, paid in advance for a year's docking fee, and took a job tending bar at a quiet hole-in-the-wall cantina in midtown Coronet. The food was awful, but the gossip top-notch. If the Emperor wanted him, he would have to come and get him. Kaenos Arren had learned the virtue of patience. He had learned the value of silence. The valor inherent in waiting. He was the spider in the web. Lurking. Luring. Spinning.

And so he waited for the day when he would once again don the robe and wield the Force to defend self and destroy foe. He waited with intent -- not from a desire for revenge, nor from fear, but for survival. Necessity. The Will of the Force.

Personal Goals: He wants to be left alone. He wants to see his son and former lover again. He wants to see the Order changed for the better. He wants his friends back. He wants not to have lived to see these dark days. He wants to be left alone. Some days, he thinks he might like to become one with the Force... to find rest. But most days, he knows that he must remain in this fragile form for as long as the Force Ordains The Days of His Life. He knows that he must serve A Purpose. He trusts and he waits with the belief that all will be as The Force Wills. But, mostly, he wants to be left alone.

Player Goals: I want him to face difficult (impossible?) decisions, suffer heartache, watch the world crumble around him, and at the end of it all still rise to do what must be done... the only thing his principles and the Force would allow him to do. I want to see him hurt so he might grow. It's the growth that I cherish as a player.

Contacts:

1) His former lover, then-padawan Yulia Marquesh. She is believed to have perished under Order 66, but Kay has not seen the list of the dead (if there is such a list). He's been unable to locate anyone who knows anything, though.

2) His son, Varis, who had begun tutelage away from Coruscant, separated from his mother. The last time Kay got word of his son, he had reached Padawan and was with Master Shaak Ti who rumor had it escaped the Emperor's execution order with a group of padawans.

3) Shaak Ti, Jedi Master on the run. (Note: Wookieepedia says she was one of the last of the Masters hunted down and killed, that she died in 3 BBY, and that she had at least one padawan with her. Hopefully my branching off from that is okay.)

4) HOSTILE -- still working on this.

5) OPTIONAL: Another, younger Jedi, could potentially have been exposed to -- or even instructed by -- Kaenos prior to his exile.

6) I'm happy to provide a list of Corellian contacts -- old friends, bar owner, bar regulars, underworld figures, etc if you would like. I didn't want to go nuts with the NPC creation until I get the sense of whether it'll be useful to you or not.

Secret: Working on this and open to suggestions. I had considered having him, given his gifts, dabble in the information trade on Correlia -- he's been making clandestine inquiries about Yulia and Shaak Ti and is, as everyone is, interested in the changing political landscape of the galaxy.

 

Character Sheet

Name Race Class Level Current XP Next Level XP Kaenos Arren Human Jedi 12 / Jedi Master 2 14 - - Attributes Stats STR 8 DEX 10 CON 12 INT 14 WIS 18 CHA 20 Saves Fortitude 29 Reflex 29 Will 32 Attacks Basic Atk +14 Grapple ? Vitals HP 92 Damage Threshold 29 Condition Normal Speed 6 squares Force Points SPEND ONE: Roll 2d6 and add highest result to any roll. SPEND ONE: Restore use of any one Force Power.17 Darkside 0 Weapon Item Total Attack Bonus Damage Critical Range Special Properties Ammunition Lightsaber +14 2d8+4 - - - Armour/Protective Item Item Type Bonus Check Pen Max Dex Special Properties Speed Naked - - - - - Skills Skill Trained Score Acrobatics +9 Climb +5 Deception +11 Endurance +8 Gather Information +11 Skill Trained Score Initiative * +13 Jump +5 Knowledge (_____) * +14 Mechanics +7 Perception * +16 Skill Trained Score Persuasion +11 Pilot * +13 Ride +8 Stealth +8 Survival +11 Skill Trained Score Swim +5 Treat Injury +11 Use Computer +8 Use the Force * +22 Other (_____) Special Combat Options Ability Notes Quicken Power Once per day, spend Force or Destiny Point to speed Force Power Feats, Talents, and Force Powers Feats Force Sensitivity Weapons (Lightsaber) Weapons (Simple) Immune to Fear effects (Jedi Master attribute).Fearless You may enter a brief meditative state as a full-round action. You may remain in this trance as long as you wish, and you are still aware of your surroundings; however, you do lose your Dexterity bonus to your Reflex Defense. Upon emerging from the trance (a swift action), your first attack roll or Use the Force skill check made in the following round is considered to be a natural 20.Serenity Learn Force Powers equal to 1+WIS.Force Training +5 to Use the Force checks.Skill Focus (Use the Force) 3 additional Force Points.Force Boon Learn Force Powers equal to 1+WIS.Force Training Use d8s instead of d6s for Force Point bonuses.Strong in the Force Learn Force Powers equal to 1+WIS.Force Training Learn Force Powers equal to 1+WIS.Force Training Use DEX instead of STR for attack and damage with lightsabers.Weapon Finesse - Talents Persuasion check opposed by Will Defense to weaken target's resolve.Adept Negotiator Use Use the Force instead of Persuasion for Adept Negotiator. Considered to be trained in Persuasion.Force Persuasion Doubles the weakening of target's resolve using Adept Negotiator/Force PersuasionMaster Negotiator Full round action to grant an ally +5 on next skill check. Increases to +10 if a Force Point is spent.Skilled Advisor Equilibrium: As a swift action, you can spend a Force Point to remove all debilitating conditions affecting you and return to a normal state (see Conditions, page 148)Equilibrium Force Recovery: Whenever you use your second wind (see Second Wind, page 146). you regain a number of additional hit points equal to 1d6 per Force Point you possess (maximum lOd6).Force Recovery When using a Force power that requires a standard action or move action to activate, you can spend a Force Point to activate the power as a swift action instead. Alternatively, you can spend a Destiny Point to activate the power as a reaction instead.FORCE SECRET: Quicken - - - - - - Force Powers Use the Force to disarm opponent. (Summon to free hand or cause to drop.) Spend Force Point to destroy weapon (must declare beforehand and UTF check must equal damage sufficient to destroy).Force Disarm x3 6 square cone. If the result equals or exceeds a target's Fortitude Defense, it takes 4d6 points of Force damage and is knocked prone. If the result is less than a target's Fortitude Defense, it takes half damage and is not knocked prone. This is an area effect. Special: When you use this power, you can spend a Force Point to deal an additional 2d6 points of damage to targets in the area.Force Slam x2 One target in LOS. DC 15: The target takes 2d6 points of damage. If your Use the Force check equals or exceeds the target's Fortitude Defense, the target can take only a single swift action on his next turn. DC 20: 4d6. DC 25: 6d6. Special: You may maintain your concentration on the targeted creature to continue damaging it from round to round. Maintaining the Force grip is a standard action, and you must make a new Use the Force check each round. You can spend a Force Point to deal an additional 2d6 points of damage with your Force grip. Force Grip x3 If your result equals or exceeds the check result of the power directed at you, you harmlessly redirect it and suffer no ill effects. If you result exceeds the check result of the power directed at you by 5 or more, you may choose to turn the Force power against its creator, who suffers the effect. Special: If you successfully reflect a Force power back at its originator, the originator may attempt to rebuke the power as well. If he reflects it back again, both you and the originator are affected by the Force power. You can spend a Force Point as a reaction to suffer no ill effects from a Force power that has been rebuked twice-once by you and once by the power's originatorRebuke x2 Heal one target touched. DC 15: The target heals hit points equal to 2 x its character level. DC 20: The target heals hit points equal to 3 x its character level. DC 25: The target heals hit points equal to 4 x its character level. Each time you use vital transfer, you take half as much damage as you heal (rounded down). Special: You may spend a Force Point to avoid taking any damage when you use this Force power. You may spend a Destiny Point (see page 112) to move the target +5 steps on the condition track in addition to healing it normally.Vital Transfer x3 One object in LOS. If the target is a creature that resists your attempt, your Use the Force check must also exceed the target's Will Defense. You can hurl the target at (or drop it on) another target in range if your Use the Force check exceeds the second target's Reflex Defense. Both targets take damage determined by your Use the Force check result. DC 15: Move object up to Medium size (deals 2d6 points of damage) DC 20: Move object up to Large size (deals 4d6 points of damage) DC 25: Move object up to Huge size (deals 6d6 points of damage) DC30: Move object up to Gargantuan size (deals 8d6 points of damage) DC 35: Move object up to Colossal size (deals lOd6 points of damage) Special: You may maintain your concentration on the targeted object to continue to move it from round to round. Maintaining the move object power is a standard action. If you use move object against a hovering or flying target (such as a speeder or starship)' the target can oppose your Use the Force check with a grapple check as a reaction. If the target wins the opposed check, you are unable to move the target. You may spend a Force Point to increase the maximum size of the object by one category and deal an additional 2d6 points of damage (maximum size Colossal [frigate]. 12d6 damage). Alternatively, you may spend a Destiny Point (see page 112) to increase the maximum size of the object by three categories and deal an additional 6d6 points of damage (maximum size Colossal [station]. 16d6 damage). Move Object x2 Use the Force check to exceed target's Will.Mind Trick x2 Make a Use the Force check. The result of the check determines the effect, if any: DC 10: You gain a +10 Force bonus on Jump checks and your speed increases by 2 squares until the start of your next turn. The Force bonus on Jump checks includes the adjustment for increased speed. DC 15: As DC 10 except: +20 Force bonus on Jump checks, speed increases by 4 squares.DC 20: As DC 10 except: +30 Force bonus on Jump checks, speed increases by 6 squares. Special: You can spend a Force Point to increase the power's Force bonus on Jump checks by 10 and increase your speed by an additional 2 squares.Surge REACTION to an attack made against you. Make a Use the Force check. If the result of the check equals or exceeds the damage dealt by the energy weapon, the attack is negated and you take no damage. If your check result is less than the amount of damage dealt, you fail to negate the attack and take damage as normal. Special: You must be aware of the attack (and not flat-footed) to negate it. If you are successful, you can spend a Force Point to regain hit points equal to the damage of the negated attack, up to a maximum of your full normal hit points.Negate Energy x2 - - - - Item Lightsaber Jedi Robes Tool Kit - - Credits $9000 Languages Basic Huttese (understand only) Shyriiwook - - Destiny Destiny Pts Unknown 14

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Application of Temporary Doom and Questionable Gloom Name: Riel Yuliya Cadera "ge'tal iviin'marev/red lightning" Gender: Female Age: 29 Race: Human Mandalorian Class: Soldier Allegiance: Credits Physical Description: The Mandalorian woman can easily be distinguished by her red armorBeskar'gam, although it has been heavily modified for better range of movement and the inclusion of a gorget as a measure against beheadings. The bounty hunter presents herself menacingly with a pair of modified blasters and a side effect of wearing heavy armorrelatively short in stature. Underneath the clad of metal is your typical Mandalorian woman - windburned skin and peppered with scars. Unsurprisingly, her hair is fiery red and is contrasted by her emerald green eyes - a sort of opposites as the weight of her gaze is quite calm.   Personality: The galaxy has changed a lot for the worse - and with it, Riel is no longer the warrior she used to be. She is conflicted on how she feels about the newly risen Galactic Empire, and its army in particular. Though her presence suggests a stoic character, there lies an eerie sense of guilt scratching her mind whenever she sleeps - barely. She couldn't find in herself to trust anyone anymore. She knows very well that there are two things that gets a Mando killed: doubt and indecisiveness. What holds her sanity together are the Resol'nare and a chip full of credits that only wants to get fatter by the day. Background: Riel was born on the Mandalorian moon of Concordia, a relatively rural place for a warrior. On the up side, it is also one of the few places where Beskar ore can be mined to produce true Beskar'gam. Her clan used to mine Beskar ore until equipment finally broke down from centuries worth of wear and the mines were entirely abandoned. Fortunately for the clan, Riel's father, Jukta Cadera, was exceptionally talented in close quarters combat. Jukta was recruited by a certain Fett for an undisclosed job and a very young Riel was brought along for close mentoring. Unlike Riel's father, she is a prodigy at snap shooting being ambidextrous in particular. She earned her Beskar'gam at the age of 14 and opted to paint it red to honor her father. Her peers frequently teased her "gett'se means crazy/ballsy and happens to be one syllable away from ge'tal meaning red.gett'Riel" for her flashy fighting style. At the outbreak of the clone wars, she was finally old enough to make out on her own as a mercenary for the grand army, even fighting alongside the Jedis. Her most notable battle was fought against the Death Watch where she witnessed first hand the honor of the Jedi Order in the person of Skywalker. She fought fierce battles against the dreaded sniper Arcani Shiv, to the point where they each lost members of their irregular units and only both of them are left dueling. The war ended with the dissolution of the Death Watch albeit leaving behind an unfinished business between the two rivals. Despite casualties, the whole deal turned out to be a massive payday for the clan. Then for some unexplainable reason, the Jedi Order vanished and along with it the Jedi she respects the most. The turn of events bothered her a lot. Clan Skirata, an ally Clan Cadera, is on the run and are flagged as insurgents. This new regime's presence was also felt planet Mandalore as they forcibly set foot on the system with their mining equipment. She had been busy looking for prospective employers. There are bounties for "traitors" and "insurgents" worth a tempting amount of credits, yet the very people issuing these bounties are right on her home planet's doorstep. Just before she was about to meet up with an Imperial recruiter, she received an invitation - outbidding the Empire's offer. Personal goals: Credits. Lots of credits. End of story. Player goals: I like adding a bit of existentialist flavor to my characters. Given the 1 post per week rate, I am very much inclined to closely integrate artwork to my character post. like this Contacts: Jukta Cadera - Riel's father and mentor. A.K.A. "Kebii'ora/Blue Giant". As the monicker suggests, the man's stature is a very intimidating 7 footer. He affectionately calls his daughter "Ge'kihriel" or little red/crazy Riel. Right after the regime change, the man decided it was time for him to retire. He currently resides in Concordia farming. Mino Hu - A Kaminoan (mad) scientist. Location and activity are not known at the moment. Arcani Shiv - former Death Watch. He is Riel's fierce arch enemy during the Clone Wars. He prides himself as an "untouchable" sniper though his fearsome reputation was damaged when Riel punched his face during their duel. The fight ended in a stalemate because the Death Watch was dissolved. He hated the woman with a passion that he looks forward on the day he kills her in a sanctioned duel. He is currently a mercenary under the new Imperial Regime. Secrets:

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Vital Statistics " I hear and I forget; I see and I remember; I do and I understand." Name: Parien Culu Age: Average Miraluka lifespan is 84.43 Race: Threats of the Galaxy, pg 31Miraluka Class: Noble 1/Jedi/Jedi Knight/Jedi Master Homeworld: Alpheridies Current Location: Murkhana System, Auril Sector

Physical Description Slightly below the Miraluka average, Parien stands at an even five feet tall with brown hair that falls nearly to his waist. Slight of build, he wears durable traveler's clothing of quality make. He often wears a full respirator when feasible in order to conceal his eyes- empty sockets that cannot see. His weatherbeaten face at 43 marks him as one who has seen much, though there is no telling just what it was...

Personality Eating dinner with Parien can be an exercise in patience- or in illumination. He memorized many of the parables of the ancient masters during his tenure as Jocasta Nu's padawan, and became convinced that wisdom was to be found in their words. Living by their example, he did his best to extract the true meaning behind all of those sermons, parables, and quotations, and become the best man he could be, regardless of the Force. He felt that by mastering himself, his own emotions, drives, and desires, he could succeed. His difficult life has given him empathy, and his own mistakes are a lesson he does his best to always learn from- mistakes are how we grow. He is an unfettered idealist, but he understands the current realities of the galaxy, and how necessity can sometimes cause people to take a less pure path than might otherwise be done. Expediency is not a sin, but the path to the dark side is paved with good intentions. His ambitions are few- he wishes simply to better himself, and to aid in the rebuilding of the Jedi Order in secret. He dreams of the tumultuous times to come, and fears that his own abilities will prove but a candle before the hurricane.

 

"There is nothing noble in being superior to some other man. The true nobility is in being superior to your previous self. " 60 BBY Parien was born to the Culu family of Alpheridies, the adopted home planet of the Miraluka. From an early age, he heard stories of his Jedi ancestry, and was proud to be chosen as a potential Jedi. As was the way with the Miraluka, though, he was not turned immediately over to become a youngling. He split his time between the Jedi Academy that shared his family name- the Culu Memorial Center- until he was sixteen, instead studying half of the time with the Luka Sene to hone his innate ability to see with the Force. When he was with the Luka Sene, he would often see his family and speak until the long hours of the night with his father and mother, talking of politics, history, and the role they wished he could play in galactic politics. They had always been a wealthy family, skilled in the arts of diplomacy- but few of the line rose to prominence. They hoped he could redeem that. 44 BBY On his sixteenth birthday he was taken from the Jedi Academy on Alpheridies due to his promise, and shipped to Coruscant, where he was given over to Jocasta Nu as a padawan. He never did say goodbye to his parents -he always wished to return home after he attained the rank of Jedi Master, simply to show them what he had done, but the Jedi Purge and targeting of his race has stripped him of the opportunity. Under Jocasta Nu, Parien's natural curiosity and desire to master the force was satisfied as he took to learning as much as he could, and he looked up to Jerec, Jocasta's previous padawan, as an example of what he might become- a true Consular, someone worthy of the trust placed in them by others. He did his best to learn the wisdom of the ancient masters and internalize it, and constantly pestered every Jedi Master he could find with questions. Most of the Council was patient, understanding his desire to learn was not driven by a thirst for power, but for wisdom- though they often told him that his books would not help him find true wisdom, and that he must experience the world first. Some lessons must be experienced. He took this to heart, and began going on missions to different systems to retrieve artifacts for Jocasta to learn the art of diplomacy first hand- gaining ancient artifacts requires gaining trust, in many cases. Most of the time, nothing went wrong- but then, when he returned to Alpheridies on a mission, he was taken by surprise. 38 BBY A young Miraluka named Wakrot had stolen a holocron of his ancestor, Shoaneb Culu, and it took nearly a week for Parien to track him down even with force sight. He traced the other man's steps, and found him in a home, having taken the holocron to sell in order to feed his family. The holocron was gone- and Wakrot apologized. But by the law, Wakrot had to be taken back to the Academy. He would not go without a fight- so Parien asked him simply to tell him where the holocron had gone, and sent Wakrot to his father in order to gain employment for the long term that would keep his family from starving. After he had done this, Wakrot returned of his own accord to the Academy, with a note explaining the course of events from Parien, which also acted as Parien's testimony on Wakrot's behalf. Parien tracked the Holocron, and realized it was being prepared to be shipped off world. He made a call to Jocasta to find out what he should do, and he was informed that he should consider it his preliminary trial- if he pulled this off, he was ready for his formal Jedi Trials. He pursued the thieves, and found that they were in fact part of a massive Jedi artifact smuggling ring operating from the Outer Rim. He spied on them long enough to learn that those aboard the ship were Mandalorians- some of the most highly skilled combatants in the galaxy, and not without honor. They had committed no crime against the Republic save smuggling artifacts in the first place, which were all rightfully the property of the Jedi by law- but there was little call for violence over a few credits. He tried appealing to their honor to return it, and was denied at first- they needed to make a profit. Parien did not have the funds to buy it outright, so he instead bartered passage to Almas- a planet that acted as a satellite to the primary Coruscant Academy, and which was famous for the difficulty of its Trials, which Parien wished to pit himself against. He spent the voyage speaking with the Mandalorians, getting to know them and their leader, who was sympathetic to the true Mandalore, and felt those like the Death Watch were a blight on the galaxy, and on the honor of the Mandalorian race. As he spoke with them, he slowly revealed things about himself, and sparred with them using the force to guide his sight, bettering himself by pitting himself against them over the voyage. Upon arrival on Almas, he arranged for the Jedi Temple there to purchase the holocron, and for it to then be sent to Coruscant and the Archives. He then went and reported his success to Jocasta. She was thrilled to learn of the smuggling ring, as it meant they could recover other such artifacts easier, and gave Parien the task of establishing a more formal relationship with the Mandalorians at a later date, to facilitate the Jedi doing business with the artifact smugglers. Proud of his results, she arranged for him to take the Jedi Trials of Almas, where he was drilled on his knowledge of the Jedi Order, the Jedi Code, and his application of it to his life- a test of wisdom and insight. He then meditated for five days in the basement of the Academy, in order to prepare himself for the final test, where he was sent into the desert of Almas, where Masters brought winds, wild animals, brigands, force illusions, droids, and his own darkest fears against him. He conquered them all- but not in the way a padawan typically might. He accepted whatever came, and did not destroy anything. He used his mastery of telekinetic power to move quickly away from any threat or convince it to leave him alone, and his mastery of Force Sight to see through illusions. Many Jedi bulled through their trials- Parien prided himself on his finesse. He became a full-fledged Jedi Knight in 38 BBY at age 22. 39-32 BBY After his knighthood, Parien mostly studied in the archives and worked with the Republic Diplomatic Corps as a mediator among senators in the capital- his most valued trait was his empathic wisdom in judgement. He spent hours listening to lectures by other masters- especially Master Yoda. He was allowed to sit in on open Council meetings, and listened to the other Master's judgements. He sat in on Senate sessions. He made it his business to understand the motivations of others, the emotions of others, and the innate desires that made people tick- including the desires of the Jedi. He resumed his study of the Archives, and discovered the existence of the Great Library, rumored to have been on Ossus, but never found. He took a more firm interest in politics outside Coruscant after the Battle of Naboo, but he was granted a padawan at that time, and so remained on Coruscant for the beginning of his padawan's training. 33-22 BBY Grel Murtok studied under him as padawan, and went on a large number of diplomatic missions to separatist worlds during the cold war; they became extremely close, and became battle brothers after Grel attained his knighthood following the First Battle of Geonosis in 22 BBY. After this, Parien became a Jedi Master, and both Grel and Parien fought valiantly throughout the clone wars- Grel a lightsaber specialist, Parien feared for his mastery of telekinetic power, which allowed him on one memorable occasion to flip a drop ship on top of an incoming army of droids. His Sight allowed him to defend himself well in combat, and so Grel and Parien became a much feared strike force. Grel enjoyed the conflict to some degree- he enjoyed testing his strength. Parien, while he felt no remorse at destroying droids, lamented the cost to the Republic, and wished that diplomatic means could have won the day. Near the end of the war, in 20 BBY, the Council knew that they must discover the true identity of Darth Sideous, and so Parien was tasked to go alone into the Outer Rim, and find what might be done. He found no leads and was told that the famous pair of Kenobi and Anakin had nearly found the identity of the Sith Lord, so Parien took the long range starfighter and paid a visit to Ossus in order to see if he could find the location of the Great Library. He did not succeed- but he found a man he thought might know, after speaking with a long chain of Ysadi. Following that, he decided to rendezvous with the other Jedi on Murkhana, and see what he could find out. 19 BBY He put into port in 19 BBY, two months before Order 66. As the ripples through the force of thousands of slain Jedi reached Parien, he collapsed, and hid in his rooms for days amidst the wracking pain and mental anguish that he could barely shut out. After a short while, he managed to regain his composure and master himself in spite of the near-overwhelming visions through the force. Unsure what kind of disaster had taken place, he spoke with Olee, and decided to go his own way after a week had passed- to go into hiding. Order 66 had been refused by their escort, but that meant an Imperial presence would arrive shortly. For the past two years, Parien has been in hiding- trying to learn what happened, avoiding the use of his powers and his lightsaber, living as a deckhand going from port to port on various smuggling ships. Time will tell if he can survive.

"Where there is greatness, great government or power, even great feeling or compassion, error also is great. We progress and mature by fault." First and foremost, Parien feels it is his duty to the galaxy, to the force, and to himself to stay alive. Beyond that, finding a worthy padawan to pass the force on to, and to perhaps begin to build a new Order, is a worthy cause. Especially if they can find an abandoned or uncharted world to do it on. Personally, I would like to see Parien have to come to terms with his own anger at the Force having betrayed him. He believes in a philosophy that unifies the Living and Unified force theories- that the force is indeed a living thing, adn that it can to a certain degree dictate outcomes on its own. The Dark Side ascendant he feels is almost an action of the Force on behalf of its own dark side, and he isn't sure how to react to that. When coupled with his secrets... it should make for an interesting journey. Given the internal struggle that follows after the fall of everything you knew, you begin examining it for failures. I want to roleplay through him learning about those failures, and deciding what the Jedi Order did wrong- or perhaps admitting that he does not know. But if he does not learn, how can he found a new order? I want him to suffer existentially, and possibly physically. Send him through the Crucible.

He who walks with the wise grows wise, but a companion of fools suffers harm. Grel Murtok: Once Parien's padawan, his location and affiliation are now unknown. Parien hopes he survived, or died- but is worried that he might have surrendered, and been turned into an instrument of the inquisition. Okko Ysanna: Next in line to become chief of the Ysanna, Parien is convinced that Okko knows the location of the ruins of the Great Jedi Library on Ossus. While he managed to find the young man, he respects the secret of the family, and has no desire to test himself against the abilities of the fallen Jedi Travegn, who took refuge among the Ysanna and has no desire to have any outsiders visit his isolated region of a backwater world- the region in which Parien is certain the Library lies.. Olee Starstone: Jocasta's padawan after him, Olee was a bright young woman that Parien took a liking to. He did not spend much time with her then, but after his travels to Murkhana, he spent some time with her. If it were not for his strict observance of the Jedi Code, they might have become lovers As it was, they became friends, and spent long hours together in the cities of Murkhana, discussing their mutual Master, growing up in the Temple, and Jedi history and philosophy. He knows she is safe, though she fled the system- he did not go with her and her companions, choosing to go his own way- he has his own mission. Jerec: A Miraluka High Inquisitor and sith, Jerec was the previous padawan of Jocasta Nu. Parien always respected him for his learning and love of archeology, thinking it a fine pursuit to try and uncover the past to aid in the building of a new future- but Jerec was a traitor. After Order 66, Jerec was found by the Inquisitorius and turned to the dark side... that was the last Parien heard of him, but he knows that someday, Jerec will wonder why Parien is not on the roll of the dead Jedi.

 

 

Physical Description At five feet tall with military cut graying brown hair, Arctos could not easily be a more generic human. He used to have blazing, beautiful blue eyes- but now they are gone. His eyes and face are scarred, his eyes having been destroyed by shrapnel from a grenade blast, and subsequently removed. He dresses in durable traveling clothes, and generally conceals a blaster pistol from a shoulder holster that can be seen when he moves quickly. He keeps a bandolier across his chest- no doubt full of surprises for someone stupid enough to think the old mercenary would make a good target.

Background Born on Coruscant to a smuggler pilot in 54 BBY, his mother gave birth to him while outmaneuvering the galactic trade enforcement investigators hot on her tail. He spent most of his youth in similar situations, learning gun running, the smuggler's trade, and how to deal with local governments to get them what they wanted- while making sure you profited. He became a fairly skilled and profitable smuggler, and a crack shot with a blaster, though he never became famous. He learned a wide variety of languages- basic, binary, rodian, shyriwook, huttese. He learned to deal with the scum of the galaxy, and thrive in the depths of its criminal underworld. And then, when the Confederacy of Independent Systems reared its head, he began supplying both sides, as he was wont to do. But the Republic caught him smuggling to Mygeeto in 21 BBY, and he was pressed into service to use his contacts and skills there and elsewhere to act as a behind the lines operative, destroying high value targets in areas that the clones could not manage to get to, and that Jedi were too valuable to risk sending to. While the Republic liked to pretend it did not conscript people, the bounty hunters, various captains, squads, and mercenaries did- and they knew what Arctos Parren was good at. So they had him do it. After the Empire took over, he helped them consolidate their hold on Mygeeto- but he lost his sight to a grenade blast in the process. Left with what they thought was a useless tool, they finally let him go with a military record of average service and an honorable discharge- something Arctos was only too happy to have. Now, he moves from smuggling ship to smuggling ship, occasionally going on a merc vessel, and keeps his head down. He is still a crack shot with a pistol- just now he can only shoot at what he hears. And his contacts are as good as ever... and his language skills haven't rusted. Once one of the better smugglers in the galaxy, now Arctos is just trying to save up for some cybernetic eyes.

 

 

Character Sheet

Name Race Class Level Current XP Next Level XP Parien Culu Miraluka Noble 1/Jedi 7/Jedi Knight 4/Jedi Master 1 13 88715 91000 Attributes Stats STR 10 DEX 14 CON 12 INT 14 WIS 20 CHA 20 Saves Fortitude 27 Reflex 28 (FF 26) Will 31 Attacks Basic Atk +12 Grapple +7 Vitals HP 84/84 Damage Threshold 31 Condition Normal Speed 6 squares Force Points 15/22 Darkside 3 Weapon Item Total Attack Bonus Damage Critical Range Special Properties Ammunition Blaster Pistol +14 3d6 - 21-40 squares @ -2, 41-60 squares @ -5, 61-80 squares @ -1020 squares - 99/100 Energy Ball +14 2d6 - 7-8 squares @ -2, 9-10 squares @ -5, 11-12 squares @ -106 squares - 7/7 Fragmentation Grenade +14 4d6 - 7-8 squares @ -2, 9-10 squares @ -5, 11-12 squares @ -106 squares 2 square burst, impact explosive x1 Lightsaber +15 2d8 - 7-8 squares @ -2, 9-10 squares @ -5, 11-12 squares @ -106 squares - ∞ Armour/Protective Item Item Type Bonus Check Pen Max Dex Special Properties Speed Naked - - - - - Skills Skill Trained Score Acrobatics +8 Climb +6 Deception +11 Endurance +7 Gather Information * +11 Skill Trained Score Initiative * +13 Jump +7 Knowledge (Galactic Lore) * +13 Knowledge (Bureaucracy) * +13 Mechanics N/A Perception * +16 Skill Trained Score Persuasion * +16 Pilot * +13 Ride +8 Stealth +8 Survival +11 Skill Trained Score Swim +6 Treat Injury +11 Use Computer +8 Use the Force * +21 Other (_____) Special Combat Options Ability Notes Fearless ∞ Serenity You may enter a brief meditative state as a full-round action. You may remain in this trance as long as you wish, and you are still aware of your surroundings; however, you do lose your Dexterity bonus to your Reflex Defense. Upon emerging from the trance (a swift action), your first attack roll or Use the Force skill check made in the following round is considered to be a natural 20.Special Feats, Talents, and Force Powers Feats Linguist Weapon Proficiency: Pistols Weapon Proficiency: Simple Weapons Force Boon [Level 1] Weapon Proficiency: Lightsabers Force Sensitivity Force Training: 5 Powers [Miraluka Bonus Feat] Quick Draw [Bonus Feat] Force Training: 5 powers [Level 3] Strong in the Force [Bonus Feat] Fight Through Pain [GaW 23, Level 6] Weapon Finesse [Bonus Feat] Skill Focus: Use the Force [level 9] Force Training: 5 powers [Level 12] -1 penalty on attack for +1 die of damage- make two strikes as a single attackRapid Strike [Chapter 1 Bonus Feat] Talents, Techniques, & Secrets You are able to obtain licensed, restricted, military, or illegal equipment without having to pay a licensing fee or endure a background check, provided the total cost of the desired equipment is equal to or less than your character level x 1,000 credits. In addition, when obtaining equipment or services through the black market, you reduce the black market cost multiplier by 1. See Restricted Items (page 118) for details.Connections: Noble Talent This talent allows you to return one power with the [telekinetic] descriptor to your Force suite once per encounter without having to spend a Force Point.Telekinetic Savant: Jedi Talent As a reaction, you may negate a melee attack by making a successful Use the Force check. The DC of the skill check is equal to the result of the attack roll you wish to negate, and you take a cumulative -5 penalty on your Use the Force check for every time you have used Block or Deflect since the beginning of your last turn. You must have a lightsaber drawn and ignited to use this talent, and you must be aware of the attack and not flat-footed.Block: Jedi Talent You may reroll any opposed Use the Force check made to avoid being detected by other Force- users. You must take the result of the reroll, even if it is worse.Clear Mind: Jedi Talent This talent allows you to spend a Force Point to use a Force power from your Force suite when you successfully use the negate energy power to negate the damage from an energy attack.Channel Energy: Jedi Talent (JATM 16) As a reaction, you may negate a ranged attack by making a successful Use the Force check. The DC of the skill check is equal to the result of the attack roll you wish to negate, and you take a cumulative -5 penalty on your Use the Force check for every time you have used Block or Deflect since the beginning of your last turn. You must have a lightsaber drawn and ignited to use this talent, and you must be aware of the attack and not flat-footed. You can use this talent to deflect some of the barrage of shots fired from a ranged weapon set on autofire. If you succeed on the Use the Force check, you take half damage if the autofire attack hits and no damage if the autofire attack misses. This talent has no effect on other area attacks (such as grenades, missiles, and flamethrowers). This talent cannot be used to negate attacks made by Colossal (frigate) or larger-size vehicles unless the attack is made with a point-defense weapon.Deflect: Jedi Knight Talent As a swift action, you can spend a Force Point to remove all debilitating conditions affecting you and return to a normal state (see Conditions, page 148).Equilibrium: Jedi Knight Talent Recover 1 spent force point after each encounterForce Point Recovery: Force Technique Change the area of force slam from a cone to an area burstImproved Force Slam: Force Technique It gives you a bonus Force Point per level equal to the number of Force talents you have taken, up to a maximum of +6.Mystic Mastery: JATM 18. Jedi Master Talent - Force Powers Time: Swift action. Target: You. Make a Use the Force check. The result of the check determines the effect, if any: DC 15: Gain a + 1 Force bonus on your next attack roll and deal an additional 1d6 points of damage if the attack hits. DC 20: As DC 15, except you deal an additional 2d6 points of damage. DC 25: As DC 15, except you deal an additional 3d6 points of damage. Special: You can spend a Force Point to deal an additional 2d6 points of damage on your next attack.Battle Strike You gain a vague, momentary impression of events happening around a particular being in some distant place. Time: Full-round action. Target: One creature you know or have met before. Make a Use the Force check. If your check result is less than the target's Will Defense, you gain no information (including whether the target is alive or dead) and cannot use this Force power against the same target for 24 hours. If your check result equals or exceeds the target's Will Defense, you can sense whether the target is alive or dead and gain a vague sense of its immediate surroundings, what it's currently doing, and any strong emotions it is presently feeling. A dead target has a Will Defense of 30 for purposes of this Force power. Special: If you successfully use this Force power, you can spend a Force Point to gain a clear mental image of the target's surroundings, as well as other creatures and objects within 6 squares of it.Farseeing You disarm an opponent by using the Force to pull the weapon from his grasp. Time: Standard action. Target: One creature within 12 squares and within line of sight. Make a Use the Force check. Use this check in place of your attack roll when attempting to disarm the target (see Disarm, page 152). If your disarm attempt succeeds, you may choose to let the item drop to the ground in the target's fighting space or have the item fly into your hand (in which case you must have a free hand to catch it). Special: You can spend a Force Point to damage or destroy the target weapon instead. If your disarm attack succeeds, the weapon takes damage equal to your Use the Force check result. You must declare that you are using this option before making your disarm attempt.Force Disarm (Telekinetic) You use the Force to choke or crush your enemy. Time: Standard action. Target: One target within 12 squares and within line of sight. Make a Use the Force check. The result of the check determines the effect, if any: DC 15: If your UTF check equals or exceeds the target's Fortitude Defense, the target takes 2d6 points of damage and the target can take only a single swift action on his next turn. Otherwise, the target takes half damage and may act normally, and you may not maintain the power. Targets larger than Medium add a size modifier to Fortitude Defense against this power: Colossal +50, Gargantuan +20, Huge +10, Large +5. DC 20: As DC 15, except the target takes 4d6 points of damage. DC 25: As DC 15, except target takes 6d6 points of damage. Special: You may maintain your concentration on the targeted creature to continue damaging it from round to round. Maintaining the Force grip power is a standard action, and you must make a new Use the Force check each round. If you suffer damage while maintaining a Force grip, you must succeed on a Use the Force check (DC = 15 + damage taken) to continue concentrating.” Force Grip (Telekinetic) You use the force to create a bubble of telekinetic energy around yourself. Time: Reaction. Target: You. DC 15: Gain a shield rating of 5 until the beginning of your next turn. DC 20: SR 10. DC 25: SR 15. DC 30: SR 20. Special: You can spend a force point when you activate this power to increase the SR by 5. You can maintain your concentration on a Force Shield to gain the benefit of the power's SR from round to round, extending the normal duration. Maintaining the Force Shield is a standard action. If the power's SR is ever reduced to 0, the power's effect ends.Force Shield (Telekinetic) (FU, pg 86) You pound one or more creatures with the Force. Time: Standard action. Targets: All targets within a 6-square cone and within line of sight. Make a Use the Force check. Make one roll and compare the result to each target's Fortitude Defense. If the result equals or exceeds a target's Fortitude Defense, it takes 4d6 points of Force damage and is knocked prone. If the result is less than a target's Fortitude Defense, it takes half damage and is not knocked prone. Targets larger than Medium add a size modifier to Fortitude Defense against this power: Colossal +50, Gargantuan +20, Huge +10, Large +5. This is an area effect. Special: When you use this power, you can spend a Force Point to deal an additional 2d6 points of damage to targets in the area.Force Slam (Telekinetic) You use the Force to telekinetically hurl a small object in the path of an incoming projectile, preventing it from striking you. Time: Reaction. Target: One incoming ranged attack targeting you. Make a Use the Force check. If your Use the Force check equals or exceeds the attack roll result of the incoming ranged attack (including all modifiers), you negate the attack against you. Special: You can use this power to negate an object being used as a projectile weapon with the Move Light Object application of the Use the Force skill, or the move object Force power. In both cases, the DC for your Use the Force check is equal to the Use the Force check made by the enemy targeting you with the projectile. If you are successful, the object being used as a projectile weapon does not hit you and deals no damage to you. Additionally, if the object was moved with the move object power, the activator of that power can no longer maintain the move object power on that object. You can spend a Force Point to use this power to intercept some of the barrage of shots from a ranged weapon set on Autofire. If you succeed on the Use the Force check, you take half damage if the Autofire attack hits and no damage if the attack misses.Intercept You call upon the Force to overload electronic systems and droids, damaging or even destroying the unit. Time: Standard action. Target: One target within 6 squares and within line of sight. Make a Use the Force check. Compare the result to the target's Reflex Defense. If the check result equals or exceeds the target's Reflex Defense, the target takes damage as determined by the results of your Use the Force check: DC 20: The target takes 4d6 points of ion damage. DC 25: The target takes 5d6 points of ion damage. DC 30: The target takes 6d6 points of ion damage. Special: You can spend a Force Point to increase the ion damage dealt by this Force Power by 2d6.Ionize You can float up or down without anything or anyone to assist you. Time: Move action. Target: You. Make a Use the Force check. The result of the check determines the effect, if any. DC 15: You gain a fly speed of 2 squares but can only move vertically. You may move your fly speed as part of this action, and if you end this movement adjacent to a horizontal surface, you can move 1 square onto that surface as a free action. At the start of your next turn, if you are not standing or holding onto a solid surface, you fall to the ground. DC 20: As DC 15, except the fly speed increases to 4 squares. DC 25: As DC 15, except the fly speed increases to 6 squares. Special: You can spend a Force Point as a reaction to activate this power as a reaction when falling. You can reduce your fall distance by a number of squares equal to the fly speed provided by this power. If you reduce the fall distance to 0 squares, you land safely on your feet. You can maintain the levitate power from round to round, extending its normal duration. Maintaining levitate is a move action, and whenever you maintain this power you can move vertically up to your fly speed. If you take damage while maintaining levitate, you must succeed on a Use the Force check (DC 15 + damage taken) to continue maintaining the power. If you fail this Use the Force check, you immediately fall.Levitate You telekinetically move a target up to 6 squares in any direction using the Force. Time: Standard action. Target: One character or object within 12 squares and within your line of sight. Make a Use the Force check. The result of the check determines the maximum size of the target you can lift (see below). If the target is a creature that resists your attempt, your Use the Force check must also exceed the target's Will Defense. You can hurl the target at (or drop it on) another target in range if your Use the Force check exceeds the second target's Reflex Defense. Both targets take damage determined by your Use the Force check result. DC 15: Move object up to Medium size (deals 2d6 points of damage) DC 20: Move object up to Large size (deals 4d6 points of damage) DC 25: Move object up to Huge size (deals 6d6 points of damage) DC30: Move object up to Gargantuan size (deals 8d6 points of damage) DC 35: Move object up to Colossal size (deals lOd6 points of damage) Special: You may maintain your concentration on the targeted object to continue to move it from round to round. Maintaining the move object power is a standard action, and you must make a new Use the Force check each round. If you suffer damage while maintaining move object, you must succeed on a Use the Force check (DC = 15 + damage taken) to continue concentrating. If you deal damage with the move object power, you cease to be able to maintain it. If you use move object against a hovering or flying target (such as a speeder or starship)' the target can oppose your Use the Force check with a grapple check as a reaction. If the target wins the opposed check, you are unable to move the target. You may spend a Force Point to increase the maximum size of the object by one category and deal an additional 2d6 points of damage (maximum size Colossal [frigate]. 12d6 damage). Alternatively, you may spend a Destiny Point (see page 112) to increase the maximum size of the object by three categories and deal an additional 6d6 points of damage (maximum size Colossal [station]. 16d6 damage).Move Object (Telekinetic) 2/2 You spontaneously negate a single attack that deals energy weapon damage, ;uch as a lightsaber or blaster. Time: Reaction. Target: One attack made 3gainst you that deals energy weapon damage. Make a Use the Force check. If the result of the check equals or exceeds the damage dealt by the energy weapon, the attack is negated and you take no damage. If your check result is less than the amount of damage dealt, you fail to negate the attack and take damage as normal. Special: You must be aware of the attack (and not flat-footed) to negate it. If you are successful, you can spend a Force Point to regain hit points equal to the damage of the negated attack, up to a maximum of your full normal hit points.Negate Energy 3 /3 You harmlessly absorb or deflect one Force power or used against you, perhaps even turning it against its creator. Time: Reaction. Target: One Force power directed at you. Make a Use the Force check. If your result equals or exceeds the check result of the power directed at you, you harmlessly redirect it and suffer no ill effects. If you result exceeds the check result of the power directed at you by 5 or more, you may choose to turn the Force power against its creator, who suffers the effect based on the creator’s original Use the Force check. Special: If you successfully reflect a Force power back at its originator, the originator may attempt to rebuke the power as well, expending a use of the rebuke power and using your rebuke Use the Force check result as its target DC. If he reflects it back again, both you and the originator are affected by the Force power. You can spend a Force Point as a reaction to suffer no ill effects from a Force power that has been rebuked twice-once by you and once by the power's originator.Rebuke You can block another Force-user's access to the Force, preventing him from spending Force Points and making it difficult for him to use Force powers. Time: Standard action. Target: One Force-using creature with a Dark Side Score of 1 or higher that is within 12 squares and within line of sight. Make a Use the Force check. If your Use the Force check equals or exceeds the target's Will Defense, the effect (if any) is determined by your check result: DC 25: The target cannot spend Force Points for a number of hours equal to its Dark Side Score. DC 30: As DC 25, plus the target moves -1 step along the condition track (see page 149) each time it uses a Force power in the same timeframe. DC 35: As DC 25, except the target moves -2 steps along the condition track each time it uses a Force power in the same timeframe. Special: This Force power has no effect on targets with a Dark Side Score of O. You can spend a Force Point to double the duration of the effect. Alternatively, you can spend a Destiny Point (see page 112) to increase the duration to a number of days equal to the target's Dark Side Score.Sever Force (Light Side) The Force enables you to jump great heights and distances as well as move quickly. Time: Free action. Target: You. Make a Use the Force check. The result of the check determines the effect, if any: DC 10: You gain a +10 Force bonus on Jump checks and your speed increases by 2 squares until the start of your next turn. The Force bonus on Jump checks includes the adjustment for increased speed. DC 15: As DC 10 except: +20 Force bonus on Jump checks, speed increases by 4 squares. DC 20: As DC 10 except: +30 Force bonus on Jump checks, speed increases by 6 squares. Special: You can spend a Force Point to increase the power's Force bonus on Jump checks by 10 and increase your speed by an additional 2 squares. Using the surge power counts as a running start for determining a Jump DC. You may spend a Destiny Point to gain an additional 4 squares of movement; when you do so, you may also use any and all movement for the round as a part of a jump (no Jump check required).Surge You use your own life force to heal another living creature, using the Force as a conduit. Time: Standard action. Target: One creature touched. Make a Use the Force check. The result of the check determines the effect, if any: DC 15: The target heals hit points equal to 2 x its character level. DC 20: The target heals hit points equal to 3 x its character level. DC 25: The target heals hit points equal to 4 x its character level. Each time you use vital transfer, you take half as much damage as you heal (rounded down). Special: You may spend a Force Point to avoid taking any damage when you use this Force power. You may spend a Destiny Point (see page 112) to move the target +5 steps on the condition track in addition to healing it normally. You may choose to heal less than the result of your Use the Force check allows. You may not heal yourself with this power.Vital Transfer Item Alternate ID chip & papers All Temperature Cloak Breath Mask w/extra canister Extra canister w/secret compartment Datapad Bandolier 1 Frag Grenade 7 Energy Balls Credit Chip Long Range Comlink Concealed (shoulder) Holster Blaster Pistol Lightsaber (hidden in canister) Credits $2135 Languages Basic Miraluka High Galactic Huttese Shyriiwook (understand only) Binary Rodese Destiny • Automatically score a critical hit (no attack roll required). • Automatically cause an attack made against you to miss (even once the attack is resolved). • Act out of turn (thus changing your position in the initiative order). • Take damage that would otherwise harm another character within your reach. • Increase the effect of some Force powers (as noted in their descriptions). • Use some applications of Force secrets (as noted in their descriptions) . • Immediately gain 3 Force Points (see Force Points, page 92).Destiny Pts Discovery: Find the Great Jedi Library 7/9

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Application Name: Rensarren Lykka Race: Codru-Ji Class: Jedi/Soldier/Imperial Knight (Matukai Adept Tradition)   Appearances Are Often Misleading Despite being reasonably Near-Human in appearance, there is no mistaking this Codru-Ji for anything but an alien. Despite his long, slender face and the tapered points of his ears, Rensarren is truly set apart from the bulk of humanity by an extra set of arms. Rensarren is among the larger examples of his kind, standing at a hardy 1.8 meters in height-- which is usually more than enough to keep speciesist comments about him to a minimum. In public, he has also come to favor cloaks and long coats which he can use to hide his second pair of arms; his choice in clothing is often sufficient to the task most of the time. Unfortunately, his sense in fashion is often as attention-getting as waving around his second pair of arms. In private, Rensarren often forgoes clothing on his upper body due to his anatomy, often wearing little more than bilious pants tucked into rugged boots. Aside from the obvious difference, Rensarren has little else to distinguish him from an average human. His skin is the color of rich caramel, and his eyes are a burnished gold. His black hair is kept short, and while he is well-muscled and multi-armed, he is not strong to inhuman proportions. Measure of a Mind Rensarren is, first and foremost, adaptable; his own behavior is heavily influenced by his surroundings. Among Callum's crew, Rensarren is jovial and playful, but he is also a hard worker. However, in the presence of Myri, he draws upon a stronger, domineering personality where he is far more likely to resort to physical force. Left to his own devices-- and thus most likely his default manner, Rensarren is prone to introspection via activity-- Rensarren undertakes meditation during activities such as martial kata forms, sculpture, painting, and the like. He is not particularly good at these things, but he enjoys them nonetheless. No matter his company, Rensarren is prone to extreme loyalty to his close associates; those outside such connections often receive little more than fringe attention. His trust is given warily, but, once given, it is quite permanent. There is no clear route to Renarren's good graces, and the same quality that endears him to one individual may cause him to detest another. He may come across as unpredictable at first, given his variances between company, but once they are identified, it becomes quite easy to pin down the Codru-Ji's temperament.   The Places We've Been Not every smuggler is a keen-eyed, cunning, and dashing rogue. Some are just lucky. The crew of the Persephone are just this. A motley assortment of ex-soldiers, vagabonds, and ne'er-do-wells, the crew of the Persephone have made much of their profit in capturing and smuggling rare beasts, either for fighting pits or as personal pets to those of vast and opulent means. Although dangerous, the rewards often far outweigh the risks. During one of their forays through the Outer Rim worlds, they stumbled upon the planet Munto Codru-- a planet none of them knew a single fact about. However, when they discovered that the locals put quite a great degree of effort into protecting-- or even abducting-- the strange six-legged pets of others, the crew decided that these peculiar beasts would be quite lucrative to their trade. Capturing one proved alarmingly easy. Within an hour on-planet, one of the beasts had approached and started playing with the off-worlders. It was happy enough to follow them all the way back to their ship, The wyrwolf proved itself friendly and intelligent-- traits only surprising to those who don't know the nature of such creatures. The captain of the Persephone, a human named Daniel Callum, took a liking to the creature and decided to keep it as a sort of mascot. The Wyrwolf was spoiled by the crew, which succeeded well at endearing itself to its new crew. He was lucky-- and well-behaved-- enough to see a great many alien worlds, and he learned a great facts about the galaxy by simply watching and listening. Nearly two years later, the crew were quite alarmed to discover that their mascot had metamorphosed into a giant cocoon in the Persephone's cargo bay.. Before they could reach any proper course of action, the cocoon cracked open, and a 1.8m tall, four-armed humanoid greeted them with a quick, happy smile. The crew had never learned that Wyrwolves are Codru-Ji children. There's not exactly a strong family resemblance, to be fair, but the revelation was more than enough to cause a few weeks of from Lykka's perspectiveamusing chaos, particularly when some of the crew finally realized that they had kidnapped a child. Lykka, for his part, was particularly untroubled. It was not the first time he had been kidnapped: the Codru-Ji practically consider the act to be an art-form. Once matters had settled, Lykka, now called Rensarren, became a part of the crew, not just its mascot. He proved a quick and able worker, and having an extra set of hands above and beyond the rest of the crew went a long way in proving himself. That he also had a two-year head-start on learning his way around helped a great deal. He also proved quite the adroit combatant, strongly favoring training in matters of weapons and fighting instead of diplomacy or engineering. His loyalty to his crew is such that he considers them all family, a mentality which has proven itself as problematic as helpful over the years. The Places We're Going Codru-Ji naming conventions can be... confusing, particularly as a little under half of the language is barks, growls, and snarls. The first order of business was to figure out what exactly to call the crewman. Lykka was his name as a wyrwolf-- it is a nickname or child's name. He chose Rensarren for himself when he matured. To sate the human need for surnames, Rensarren simply placed both of his names together. Rensarren Lykka became fast friends with Captain Callum. While Callum had been very much a father figure in his treatment of the wyrwolf, the human only-child quickly transitioned into the role of well-versed older brother, a role which Rensarren was all too happy to indulge. The two became thick as thieves, and it has been remarked that the two were better siblings than most actual brothers were. While the crew of the Persephone has mostly come and gone over the years, Rensarren has been one of the few fixtures over the past eight years. As part of the crew of the Persephone, Resarren found himself embroiled in schemes brilliant and foolish, lucrative and pitiful. He's been shot, stabbed, shanked, loved, hated, drunk, high, and whatever other state of being the galaxy can offer those unburdened by worries of legality. He served right alongside Daniel during the Clone Wars, putting his assorted skills to use in whatever capacity he could. Rensarren hates droids. He can feel people and animals, but droids are just an empty husk, devoid of true life. He recognizes their use, but he would prefer to avoid them entirely-- a mindset that was difficult to possess during the war against the CIS. Rensarren first came to Myri's attention early in the Clone Wars. Both ships were supporting a Republic operation, and met stiff resistance in space and on the ground. Rensarren seemed to feed off her commanding presence and served admirably as a liaison between the two teams; his combat ability was hardly insubstantial. Shortly after, they would have their first dalliance-- and neither of them expected anything lasting to come from it. Daniel fumed about it for weeks. The Places We've Arrived At Rensarren served aboard the Persephone for eight years, during which time he made friends, enemies, and grew as a person as much as he had physically. This time would inevitably come to an end for the mature Codru-Ji. As a force sensitive, it would only be a matter of time before he came to the attention of the Galactic Empire, particularly with the continued actions of the Persephone and her crew of smugglers. The Empire found him on the planet Arkanis. The crew of the Persephone, flush with credits from a successful venture, were making use of their downtime in whatever way they saw fit. When the local Imperial authorities crashed their celebrations, the situation nearly escalated into full-blown violence. However, the Imperial Officer proved himself to be a cunning and resourceful man. He had no desire to see a pointless firefight-- his purpose was the apprehension of the four-armed force sensitive. Alive. Whatever else the rest of the crew might be guilty of was not part of his concern. In short, he presented them a simple choice. Surrender the force sensitive or die. Whatever their many failings may be, abandoning friends to the clutches of the Empire is not among them. The crew were (mostly) prepared to go out in a blaze of glory, but Rensarren staid their decision. He appreciated their willingness, but questioned the reasoning. He'd rather be in Imperial custody and know that they're still alive than be in Imperial custody and look at their cold corpses. Daniel thought rather poorly of the decision, but failed to argue against the logic of it. To add further insult to the mix, the Imperial Commander provided the crew with the standard bounty for a force sensitive. Pleased with himself to no end, the Commander apprehended Rensarren and delivered him to the appropriate authorities with every bit of pomp and circumstance that he could dredge up. He wasn't a bad man, Rensarren realized later. Instead of turning the cantina into a charnel house, the commander had found the most civilized way in which to get what he wanted. He hadn't even spouted off the usual anti-alien drivel. It was almost a shame that the Imperial Inquisitor killed him to make a point. Rensarren doesn't know what that point is, but the Inquisitor was quite clear: Rensarren will understand quite soon.   Goals Personal Goals: To protect his family and his lover by any and all means necessary-- and to be alive to enjoy their company. Rensarren is not prone to forming concrete, long-term plans without a pressing need for one. Player Goals: I really dislike the way that Sith and the Dark Side are presented in the majority of canon showings. They are often laughably, over-the-top evil. It often strikes me as a bad morality play, and I really want to turn that idea on its head. I want Rensarren to become a sympathetic villain. Will he be a villain? Absolutely. Will he be evil? Quite probably. Will he be able to love, have friends, respect his foes, and act honorably? If enough of him survives his training. Secret The majority of the galaxy would call Rensarren a force sensitive. The Codru-Ji have a different name for such individuals: Kiemar, or shaman. These individuals are equally capable of inflicting great evils and performing heroic deeds, but they all become what they are because of the company they keep. The Kiemar are sensitive to the world around them, and their power is drawn from the presence and minds of others. The uninitiated become overwhelmed by this power and lose themselves to the world around them, unable to differentiate the self from the outside world. Every Kiemar faces this trial-- one must overcome the strength of the world surrounding them before they can understand who they themselves are. The result is most often an amalgam of various influences. The power drawn from the minds around them play the greatest influence upon the resulting self. For example, a Kiemar surrounded by villainy during their trial is almost guaranteed to inherit many of those qualities. Kiemar are advised to choose their companions carefully, though the truth of the matter is that the intent of the Codru-Ji is often the prime concern when determining company. Some Kiemar actively seek out those of certain mindsets as a specific way to train their powers. Friends, Enemies, and Frenemies The Persephone and Crew   The Persephone is a Koensayr ILH-KK Citadel-Class Cruiser. The Persephone has a long and inglorious history. It has spent time amidst honest traders, smugglers, and mercenaries; she has survived nearly every hazard the galaxy has thrown her way, which is much more than can be said about her crew. The Persephone has changed hands more often than a bottle of cheap whiskey, for myriad causes. She has been in the possession of Captain Daniel Callum for nigh on fifteen years, and in that time she has been as guilty of honest trade as she has of illicit dealings.   Daniel Callum is an enterprising human native to Coruscant. Born the only child to a wealthy family, Daniel is a thrill-seeker, and while much of his inheritance was squandered on petty amusements and adventures, he sank the last of his rapidly-dwindling fortune into obtaining the Persephone, kitting her out, and hiring on capable crew. For all the perils and downsides of the life of a smuggler, Daniel loves every moment of it, both good and bad. He is impulsive and incautious, traits which have done him as much harm as they have good. Daniel was the one who decided to keep Lykka as the ship's pet, oblivious to the true nature of the Wyrwolf. When Rensarren emerged from the cocoon, Daniel was more amazed than anything else, and he has since taken on the role of trouble-making older brother to the Codru-Ji, a sentiment which Rensarren happily reciprocates. Daniel and the Persephone served the Republic in an unofficial capacity during the Clone Wars, playing as courier, spy, infiltrator, and occasionally hired gun. With the formation of the Empire, smuggling has gotten harder, but oh so much more lucrative. Purchased the Persephone and began the life of adventure in 31 BBY at age 25 (39 current)   Emily is a human female from Corellia, and she is the Persephone's chief pilot and voice of reason. This former pod-racer is as quick with a blaster as she is behind a flight-stick, and she is often the only thing keeping her captain's impulsive recklessness in check-- a peculiar trait for a racer. Despite her stoic demeanor, she possess a terrible weakness to cute things. Particularly cute and adorable Wyrwolves. Lykka was spoiled to no end by Emily, and he learned a number of her deep, dark secrets due to his unintended deception. Since proving himself to be a fully sentiment humanoid, Emily has threatened to skin him if he shares any of them. He is... mostly sure that she wouldn't actually follow through with the threat. He has no interest in calling her bluff. Emily was forced out of the race circuit by a Hutt who took a disliking to her, and the looming conflict between the Republic and the CIS only caused greater hardships in finding a viable racing circuit to enter. Bereft of both pod-racer and circuit, Emily was hired on by Daniel Callum when his last pilot proved to be allergic to blaster bolts to the face. Although unsure of the flippant and troublesome smuggler, Emily has not regretted her decision to join. Joined 22 BBY at Age 26 (31 at current).   An energetic Bothan with rumored ties to the Bothan SpyNet, Fryl is gregarious, outgoing, and the holder of numerous records at stupid-cantina-games. Unlike many Bothans, she favors action over observation and blades over blasters. Fryl served alongside the Republic military for a number of years before the outbreak of the Clone Wars, and she continued to serve until she signed on with Daniel. Fryl and a forward scout team of clones were cut off from and abandoned by the Republic. However, the Persephone made a daring landing behind enemy lines to recover the presumed-lost recon team, and Fryl has been aboard ever since. Fryl has been Rensarren's primary combat instructor, and her own preference for blades has had a marked influence on Rensarren as well. Rescued 20 BBY at Age 19 (22 at current) Tension, Resolved   Myri is a beautiful female Sephi mercenary and rival to Captain Callum. Daniel and Myri have a history filled with pranks, contests, and competitions that have since taken on a life of their own; their own crews often stay well away from the inevitable confrontations. Rensarren has complicated this existing relationship tremendously by getting romantically involved with the raven-haired beauty, much to Daniel's chagrin. Myri is a true professional, able to rein in her emotions when called to. It doesn't stop her from letting her hair down and partying when the atmosphere calls for it, however. Emily has remarked that Myri is a “bad influence” on Rensarren. Myri is a mercenary in practice, but not entirely at heart. She fought for the Republic's credits in the Clone Wars, despite far more lucrative contracts coming in from the Banking Guild. She does not see a great difference between the Republic and the Empire from ground-level. The Empire has more bigots in positions of power, sure, but they are still happy enough to pay their credits out to mercenaries instead of dirtying their own hands. So long as they're paying, Myri is happy enough to work for them. Myri's ship of choice is an up-gunned YT-1300 that has more guns and ammunition than cargo space, and her crew are all soldiers before any other occupation. The actual story of how the two became involved is a secret; she and Rensarren often make up absurd and fanciful stories whenever they are pressed to answer, mostly to sate their amusement. The truth, boring as it is, is that Rensarren asked her out for dinner, she agreed, and one thing led to another. The latest story involves a fencing duel atop a krayt dragon's back whilst it lays waste to an army of droids. Occasionally someone dares to believe it. Bagged her first bounty in 37 BBY at 25 years old (45 at current). The Dragon. Literally. The Other Kind of Literally   Captain Tillin of the Imperial Navy has personally suffered due to the actions of the Persephone's crew. Although Adam Tillin demonstrated an above-average command talent serving the Republic in the Clone Wars, his repeated failures to stop a band of “feeble and petty smugglers” has drawn down increasingly severe punishment from his superiors. Tillin finds himself in the unenviable position of lacking the resources to accomplish the necessary task! Every time the Persephone eludes his grasp, the noose slips tighter around his neck. As Tillin's superiors grow more tired of his failings, Tillin is being pushed into a corner. His drive and ability alone has made him a potent adversary, however, his growing desperation may be the catalyst required to turn him into a true threat. Proved himself during the Outer Rim Sieges in 19 BBY, earning his first captaincy at age 32 (34 at current)

[Enthusiast]

 

THE BASICS Name: Ghen Vool Race: Kel Dor Class: Jedi 7 / Force Adept 3

DESCRIPTION   Ghen Vool passes through the threshold of the room at a measured pace. Each step is slow, deliberate and, despite what appear to be heavy boots, silent. Beyond his boots, and perhaps a glimpse of the loose pantlegs tucked into them, none of the Kel Dor's clothing can be seen on account of the grey cloak that hangs from his broad shoulders. A loose grey hood covers much of Ghen Vool's head, which is just as well; the Kel Dor have never been considered an aesthetically pleasing race. Still, as the figure continues making his entrance, scanning his surroundings methodically, one can make out his most prominent facial features. Ghen's skin is a subdued red--the colour of weathered brick--and it features permanent creases across his cheeks and forehead. In contrast to his dull, wrinkled skin is the smooth and shiny black surface of his mask and goggles. As with all Kel Dorians, Ghen Vool must don the mask and goggles on most planets, and while it may be inconvenient, the apparatus certainly lends an element of mystery to his appearance. Just as grotesque as his face are Ghen Vool's hands--the same wrinkled, rusty red in colour--with gnarled fingers that end in thick, black nails. The amplified sound of his breathing makes up for the relative silence of his footfalls as he proceeds forward, a furrowed red brow looming over the black goggles. At 1.9 meters in height, Vool isn't terribly imposing in stature, but he moves with poise and purpose, like a predator stalking its prey. Tightly-woven gray fabric sways to and fro with each quiet, calculated step. Watching Ghen Vool make his entry, one can't help but wonder what, or whom, he is seeking with such fearsome determination.   Quiet and introspective, Ghen Vool is no stranger to silence. In fact, he considers silence one of his most reliable allies; Ghen leverages it to gather information when others feel compelled to fill it with their voices. He can be perceived as stoic and distant when in contemplation, and his breathing apparatus only worsens this impression by concealing the Kel Dor's facial expressions. Ghen Vool's demeanour changes, however, when he has gathered sufficient information to pass judgment. His breaths become shallower, his movements quicker, his speech suddenly imbued with passion. Like many Kel Dorians, Ghen Vool has a tendency to oversimplify issues of great import; once he has listened, he acts swiftly and decisively, and once he has made a decision, it is all but impossible to change his mind. Despite his stubbornness, Ghen adheres to a moral code and cares for the well-being of others. He is particularly protective of those who cannot protect themselves, although he hardly considers himself to be a champion of the downtrodden. Rather, the aspiring Jedi, in his own estimation, is simply someone blessed with a gift and obliged to wield it for a just cause. If Ghen Vool is overly merciful toward the meek, so too is he overly harsh toward their vile oppressors. He spares no love for the Galactic Empire, and while he recognizes the need for authority, he relishes any opportunity to right the wrongdoings of Imperial agents, by force if need be. One might even suspect, after observing Vool's brand of justice, that he takes pleasure in punishing those that would prey upon the weak.

BACKGROUND   Just a couple of notes on my character background... I'm just making up names for NPCs, because I'm not overly familiar with the intricacies of Star Wars lore and I don't wanna mess with anything canonical. I'm not providing details (race, gender, etc.) for NPCs because I'm not sure how much latitude you, as the DM, are giving players when it comes to that sorta thing. I've left this deliberately vague at the end, because I'm not sure how/where the game will start and what level we'll be at. So Ghen Vool may still be a Level 1 Padawan at the start of the campaign, or he might already be a Level 10 Jedi/Force Adept/whatever. Just trying to leave some wiggle room here.   Ghen's parents had chosen his name before he was born. They were young and smitten, living in poverty and sharing the same fear and apprehension as all first-time parents, and they gave him a name that translated into Basic as "Beacon." They wanted Ghen to be an agent of change in his world, and yet they could never have been prepared for his birth. No sooner was he born and named than the silver pupils in Ghen Vool's otherwise black eyes became apparent. It was a sign among the Kel Dor that the infant bore the Blessing; he was attuned to the Force. It wasn't long before his parents were approached by both the Baran Do sages of Dorin as well as representatives of the Jedi Order. For reasons yet to be known to Ghen Vool, his parents opted to entrust him to the Jedi Order, that they might enable him to harness his Force-sensitivity for good. He may yet become the Beacon his mother and father had envisioned, though not in the way they'd imagined. Over the ensuing years, the Jedi Order certainly made good on its promise to teach Ghen Vool the ways of the Force. He spent his childhood in training and the better part of his adolescence under the tutelage of the Jedi Quayan Hondorath. Ghen spent the early years of his apprenticeship under Master Hondorath tracking a group of Nightsisters that had been serving as mercenaries throughout the Outer Rim. While the Nightsisters offered their Dark Magicks to the highest bidders, from wealthy nobles to incorrigible crime lords, Master Hondorath and her young Kel Dorian Padawan followed them from one planet to the next, thwarting their efforts to exploit the Force for the sake of greed. For Ghen Vool, it was an exhausting game of cat-and-mouse, and as it turned out, the Nightsisters were all but exterminated during the Clone Wars, marking the end of Master Hondorath's assignment. Still, his time spent in pursuit of the Witches of Dathomir prompted Ghen Vool to study The Book of Law. From what he could understand, wasn't a dramatic departure from the Jedi Code, and it left the young Padawan questioning the Jedi Order's orthodoxy. There were, after all, many ways of understanding and harnessing the Force. As he and Master Hondorath carried on, upholding justice on behalf of the Jedi Council, Ghen continued to harbour some reservations about the Jedi Order, yet he accepted its Code as the means by which he could wield his Blessing for the greatest good, particularly under the rising threat of the Empire. He and Master Hondorath were on the rumoured trail of the Sith Lord Darth Zedias when Order 66 was issued and their ship was brought down. Ghen Vool escaped with his life, his lightsaber, and little else. But he knew this was just the beginning.

INNER WORKINGS   Presently, Ghen Vool's primary focus is survival. He isn't prepared to yield his life to the Sith, for reasons of pride if nothing else. Secondly, Ghen is concerned for the state of the Jedi Order, seeking an opportunity to regroup with fellow survivors and take stock of the situation. Another priority, or perhaps an alternative, is for Ghen to determine the status of other Force-using disciplines: Are they being purged as well? Do they pose a credible alternative to the Jedi Order? Is this the time to abandon the Jedi path?   Ghen Vool served as a Padawan to the Jedi Master Quayan Hondorath during the years of his adolescence. Their relationship was always professional; the two shared a mutual respect and a deep bond, as one might expect after years of service alongside one another. Master Hondorath's current whereabouts are unknown to Ghen. He isn’t even sure if the Jedi Knight survived in the wake of Order 66. During the years that Ghen and Master Hondorath spent in pursuit of the Nightsisters, their work tended to interfere with the illicit activities of the crime lords that depended upon the Witches of Dathomir. Consequently, the bounty hunter Kreesho Veeril was tasked with the extermination of Ghen Vool and his Master. Ghen and Kreesho only ever came face to face on one occasion, and it was a meeting the Kel Dor has no desire to repeat; he feels the bounty hunter's ceaseless breath upon his neck at every turn. Another remnant from Ghen Vool's days of following the Nightsisters is a contact from Boonta's criminal underworld. The thief Axim Shom was a Kel Dorian in the employ of a criminal syndicate on Boonta when she and Ghen first met. Ghen was struck with strong feelings for her, and they shared a unique bond, but as a Padawan, Ghen could not pursue his interest in Axim. Still, he contacts her periodically for reports regarding their shared homeworld of Dorin or, more likely, simply to hear her voice. The two have remained friends, and Axim is often in Ghen Vool's thoughts.   It is only a secret insofar as one can keep secrets from the Jedi Council—indeed, the Council likely knows it better than Ghen himself—but Ghen Vool struggles internally with the demands of the Jedi Order. It is a highly regimented and orthodox approach to understanding and utilizing something that is, at its core, decidedly organic. Ghen exhibits more than a passing interest in other Force-using traditions, even if the Order deems them primitive, inferior, or even malicious. His struggle is not between the Light and Dark Sides so much as it is between discipline and freedom. At the onset of what promises to be a trying time for the Jedi Order, Ghen Vool is at a critical juncture: he can adhere to the Jedi Code more firmly than ever, or he can begin a departure from the rigid demands of the Order.

[Hack]

 

- - TAROOK VORTEK - Pit droids donning Tarook's battle attire before one his countless battles against the Galactic Republic during the Clone Wars "There were heroes on both sides..."   - Age: 73 (Equivalent of middle aged) Gender: Male Race: Houk   "Houk are massive, muscular humanoids native to the planet Lijuter. Never developing starship technology of their own, they emerged into the greater galaxy after initial contact with Vaathkree traders during which they offered their services as labourers and bodyguards. Often taken as mindless brutes, Houk are noteworthy for their strength and short tempers but can be surprisingly cunning; nonetheless, Houk prefer to solve problems with violence, and see no reason to be bound by treaties or contracts. Their natural strength and resilience means Houk gladiators are in high demand, especially for arena masters who can’t afford a rare Wookiee combatant. A Houk named Torog became famous in the Besberra arena after fighting off waves of opponents and wild beasts for five hours, then dropping dead. This alone wasn’t remarkable, until a post-mortem showed that for four of those hours, Torog had been fighting with a broken neck." ~ KOTOR Codex Side: Rebel/Independent Party, though more out of an unparalleled hatred of the Empire and the Former Republic (He fails to see the difference between the two). Tarook is technical a "rebel" but he is not on board with the Rebel Alliance to Restore the Republic. In fact there's not a lot of factions that Tarook doesn't despise, however he willing to make a temporary truce even with the remaining Jedi if it means that he can bleed those Imperial world bureaucrats for just one more day. The enemy of his enemy may not be his friend, but this Houk knows when prioritize. Allegiances: The Houk Collective and formerly the Confederacy of Independent Systems Class: Soldier Tarook is a frontliner, yet he isn't your standard blaster slinging soldier or graceful and dexterous Jedi. The hefty Houk is essentially a walking tank that uses his immense strength to crush his foes with his mighty power hammer. He is also a fan of heavy armour and big guns. A bit of a contrast from your typical lightsabre melee types and more a strength and constitution class of brute. - Physical Description: Tarook Vortek may be an old Houk veteran past his physical prime but that is not the impression that he leaves on most outsiders. The intimidating brute is a 200kg, 7'3" tall monster of muscle and fat built for destruction. His naturally armoured leathery hide is a mixture of pale violet and earthy oranges, pocketed with dozens of scars that each tell their own grim tale. Amongst Tarook's most notable features are his milky white left eye, the result of an infected shrapnel wound that left him half blind, and prominent scar that extends from his lip to his chin, a memento from a desperate fist fight with a rather tenacious Clone commando during the Clone Wars. Hidden underneath this armour is also a cybernetic right arm that has replaced the organic one Tarook lost during the war. Rarely is Tarook seen outside his trademark armour, crude slabs of thick plating painted jet black and highlighted with deep oranges, the colours his clan. Despite originally being Houkese military issue, this kit far from the typical uniform it once was. Blaster burns mark those older protective plates that have not been haphazardly replaced by a patchwork of spares, savaged from any and everywhere both during and after the war. Despite the now piecemeal nature of his heavy armour, Tarook's menacing attire still proudly displays the insignia of the Confederacy of Independent Systems defiantly upon it. Draped across his board shoulders is the pelt of a once great Wookiee warchief, a worthy yet hatred foe slain along with many of his kin by the fearsome Separatist soldier during the Clone Wars. It is a disturbing reminder that xenophobia within the galaxy runs deep and is far from being a trait exclusive to humanity or the Empire. Tarook's weapon of choice, an ancient cortex weave power hammer, is likewise nearly always by his side. This mighty heirloom entered Tarook's family generations ago and has since been the bane of many of the enemies of the Vortek clan. The brutal weapon's origin is undetermined, however despite similar weapons being common place in his brethren's arsenal, this hammer is clearly not Houkese in design. Personality: "Hatreds run deep and a Houk does not forget..." Tarook Vortek is a Houk of few words, preferring to instead speak through his actions. Like most of his kin, he has a short temper often leads many to underestimate him as simple minded thug. However, Tarook's cunning has been just as deadly a weapon as the brute's raw strength. The Houk is quick to judge folk on face value, especially in regards to their allegiances, and first impressions usually last for quite a while with him. Background: "Here the Republic's war machine grinds to a halt! Until the last of the munitions are spent, until the fuel runs dry, until our last battle droid is scrap! Until the last Houk martyr! For Lijuter!" ~ Junta Vortek, Tarook's father, at the Siege of Lijuter. The Houk tenaciously defend their homeworld from the Grand Army of the Republic after choosing to side with the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Early Life Tarook was born on the Houk home world, Lijuter, into a prominent and wealthy clan. He was a descendant of a proud bloodline of mighty warriors and brilliant tacticians, the second son of the powerful Houk warlord, Junta of the venerable Vortek clan. The young Houk received a proper military education and was groomed from an early age not just for battle, but for military leadership as well. In Houk culture it was expected for the first born to be honed into a position of political governance whilst the second born was to take up military position. For much of his early life things were simple. Life on the Outer Rim was always perilous and a career soldier was never short of work. The Houk Collective’s colonies frequently need protection from pirates or other outlaw factions, and they could never expect much help from a Republic that ignored them and much of the Outer Rim. Things began to change when a mysterious stranger entered Tarook’s life. A rogue Jedi by the name of Count Dooku. The stranger frequented the holds of the Vortek Clan, as well as others, to discuss politics with the Houk Warchiefs. Those fateful meetings would forever be burned into Tarook’s memory. Dooku’s inspirational vision for planets to break free from an indifferent Republic and seize their own sovereignty, their own destiny, had a profound impact the Houks. Tarook in particular was swept up in the man’s revolutionary rhetoric and even to this day holds Dooku in the highest esteem. The Clone Wars Begin It wasn’t until the First Battle of Geonosis that Tarook realised that his life and galaxy was going to change forever. Tarook’s older brother, Agnor Vortek, was now a senator on Coruscant representing the Houk Collective. Like his father and brother, Agnor was always extremely critical of the Republic as a government. For too long this corrupt bureaucracy had ignored the legitimate needs of the Outer Rim and been led astray by a sinister cult of unaccountable monks. As far as Agnor was concerned the Jedi’s blatant violation of Geonosis’ sovereignty and then the Republic’s use of military force to bail them out was a disgraceful miscarriage of justice. Their arrogance and foolhardiness was responsible for starting the Clone Wars. Agnor promptly declared that, in light of these events, the Houk Collective would secede from the tyrannical Republic and with the full backing of his people join the Confederacy of Independent Systems. After such a bold declaration, the Houk senators along with several other Separatist diplomats still on Coruscant were as matter of galactic security arrested for questioning. In what was reported as a misunderstanding, Agnor resisted arrest and was shot alongside the two other Houk senators outside the Senate Office Building. Incensed at the loss of their ambassadors, the enraged Warchiefs rallied their clans and Houk Collective joined the Clone Wars in full force. Over the next three year, Tarook fought the losing battle for the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Across hundreds of battlefields and world, the embittered Houk defiantly opposed against the Grand Army of the Republic. On the barren wastes of Barra Bartang Tarook killed his first Jedi by surprise, cutting him in half by bring down a large metal Houkese shield upon him. This gruesome display was witnessed by Count Dooku himself, who was also partaking in the battle. Although Tarook was never one for sentimentality, being commended by Dooku on that day was probably one of the greatest honours of his life. It was also the last time he saw the Separatist leader alive. The Siege of Lijuter It was the closing months of the war and the long and bloody campaign known now as the Outer Rim Sieges was now in full swing. Lijuter, one of last remaining Separatist strongholds and the Houk’s own home world, had been besieged by the Grand Army of the Republic. Within days, the wreckage of the Separatist’s fleet burned in orbit whilst hundreds of thousands of clone troopers made landfall. However fighting among the ruins of their very homes renewed the battle weary Houks’ vigour and they fought tediously, bleeding the Republic for every mile of scorched ground that they took. The First Battle of Grey Spine was the largest battle of the invasion. Six depleted but veteran clone trooper legions sought to break the backs of the last of the Separatist defenders and make one final push to the capital. Knowing what was at stake, Tarook’s father and leader of the Vortek clan, Warchief Junta Vortek personally took to the battlefield. Acting as the captain of his father’s Honour Guard, Tarook too was also present. The titanic battle of attrition was one of monolithic proportions, the largest he had personally ever experienced. The vast armies on both sides grinded against each other futilely, staining the bleak and scarred landscape with their blood. Fighting in the thick of the vanguard, the towering Warchief Junta held off wave after wave of clone troopers at bay with his mighty power hammer. He would decimate several at a time, often sending them flying like limp rag dolls as he swung his mighty power hammer back and forth. Upon witnessing the devastating effect the monstrous Houk Warchief was having on the tide of battle, the leader of the Republic’s forces, a brash Jedi by the name of Jarco Tynn, sought to challenge the Separatist general himself. The Jedi Knight, alongside his young padawan, cut through Houk and droid alike to make their way to pile of clone trooper bodies from which Junta fought atop. Jarco however fared no better than his clone troopers. Without breaking his stride the Jedi was sent airborne by massive swing of Junta’s great hammer before the poor man even realise his mistake. He landed against a wall the trench with bone breaking force, a crumpled and seemingly lifeless corpse. With her master and most her comrades lying dead in the mud, Jarco’s padawan was left alone with the Houk Warchief and the remains of his Honour Guard. Depsite the odds, the brave young girl summoned all of her strength and brashly charged towards the Houk Warchief. Her Jedi training failing her as her feelings of hatred and desire for revenge against the beast that had apparently just killed her mentor took hold. In a single graceful stroke she effortless sliced though Junta, killing the mighty Houk Warchief instantly. Enraged beyond reason over the sudden loss of his father, Tarook took up his father’s power hammer and rushed the agile assailant. Initially the unnatural speed of padawan made it impossible for Tarook to even land a hit. She made a mockery of the grieving Houk's savage swings, dodging his hammer long before it fell. In what was supposed to be the fatal blow, the padawan brought her lightsabre down upon Tarook. However, to her horror her blade had not sliced though the brute's weapon but instead been stopped dead by the hammer's cortex weave. Caught off guard, the Houk parried the surprised Jedi's strike before bring his hammer back around and slamming into her chest. Jedi are cable of amazing feats of both the mind and body, but there are still some simple laws that govern reality. Even the Force cannot save a 5'4" girl from the raw impact of a power hammer being smashed into her by a 440 lbs, 7'3" grief madden Houk. Tarook’s father’s avengement was both swift and messy. Although both sides had suffered enormous casualties and were teetering on the verge of collapse, the loss of their Jedi General forced the clone troopers to begin a tactical withdrawal. Jarco was last seen by Tarook being dragged onto LAAT by two medics, his ultimate fate for the time being unknown. Defeat Even with their pyrrhic victory at Grey Spine, the war for the Confederacy was all but lost as the last remaining Separatist strongholds continued to fall to the Republic’s overwhelming momentum. When the Separatist Council was murdered by Anakin on Mustafar and their droid army central command deactivated it was the final nail in the Confederacy’s coffin. Initially the Houk forces fared better than many of the other Separatists holdouts because these formidable warriors did not solely rely on droids to fill their ranks, but instead fought alongside them. The Houk Collective still had a semblance on army to continue their struggle. However the loss of their battle droids was still a catastrophic blow to their fighting capacity and within less than a month the Houk armies were decisively defeated at the Second Battle of Grey Spine. The surviving Chieftains of the remaining Great Clans sued for peace on behalf of the Collective and they bitterly accepted the new Empire’s terms for an unconditional surrender. Tarook took losing the war very badly, to say the least. The stubborn Houk wanted to continue the fight as a guerrilla but his Clan and the Houk Collective were pragmatic and not prepared to continue futilely fighting a war that they knew they could never win. In public outbursts Tarook decried the remaining Chieftains as cowards, collaborators and traitors. Aftermath Tarook left Lijuter a broken Houk. His brother was dead. His father was dead. Count Dooku, one of the few men he looked up to, was dead. However worst of all was that his idealist dreams for Houk Collective free of the Republic or Empire were dead. All Tarook’s efforts were in vain. In the years that followed Tarook struck out as a Houk for hire. He found little solace in the one thing that he was good at, violence. After a few grizzly jobs he caught the attention of the Hutt warlord, Borga the Grand. He worked for the Hutt for about a year, developing a friendship with the crime lord. The unlikely duo bonded over their mutual support the Confederacy of Independent Systems during the Clone Wars, something that had caused Borga to fall out of flavour with many of the other more neutral Hutts. However after the second time Borga tried to have Tarook killed, the Houk decided it was probably time to put some distance between him and his good friend. - Personal Goals: Retribution: The Separatists may have surrendered, agreed to lay down arms, Tarook didn't. The Clone Wars may be over, but for this stubborn Houk the insurgency has just begun. No opportunity to bleed the Empire should be passed. Rearmament: Being a thorn in the Empire's doesn't lead to change. Tarook knows that to step up his game he will need more assets. Credits, a ship, droids. Maybe even a few friends if this gruff bastard can manage it. Unless he can come up with a better solution, this will probably mean doing some morally questionable jobs for the galaxy's underbelly. Revolution: The deaths of his brothers and those patriots who laid down their lives to free themselves from the tyrannical grip of a decaying and corrupt republic shall not be forgotten. It doesn't matter what sinister guise it takes, be it the Republic or Empire, the Houk Collective and those hundreds of other Rim Worlds will yet break the Core's chains of slavery. Confederacy of Independent Systems will rise again! Player Goals: My main goal is creating and developing an interesting character. Despite me enjoying playing gruff bastards, I still feel that it is necessary for character to meshes with the party. I'm guessing the initial reaction from the party with be distrust or disdain, but how those relationships develop form there is what I find exciting. There's two integral aspects of Tarook that I would like to explore, the two core aspects of his being, the CIS veteran and the Jedi killer. However how these aspects would be explored depend entirely on context, shaped by both the plot and party. The CIS veteran: The line from the opening scrawl of the third Star Wars movie, "...there were heroes on both sides...", always caught my attention. Sure the Confederacy of Independent Systems were portrayed in the movies a goofy cartoonish villains, but one can help but feel that their rhetoric wasn't entirely empty. The Republic was an ineffective bureaucracy and it's not hard to imagine that for every sinister Trade Corporation lackey they had that there was also idealistic Separatist that just wanted true sovereignty for their homeworld. Tarook falls into that later category and it would be nice to show that there are shades of grey even in the politics of Star Wars. I can't remember the source, but I also recall reading somewhere that after they lost their droid army most of the Confederacy of Independent Systems remnants either disbanded or joined the Rebellion. That's side of the rebellion that I would also like to explore. I want to show case that the rebels weren't a homogeneous movement and that the "Rebel Alliance to Restore the Republic" (although it was the most prominent) wasn't the only faction willing to fight back against the Galactic Empire. I think it could make for interesting discussions among other characters as they question whether this enemy of their enemy is really their friend? Maybe a compromises or even genuine bonds might form, or perhaps they will just see the big Houk as a means to an ends. Tarook and me as the player directing him will fight to restore the Confederacy of Independent Systems, even if it costs him his life. Whether it is a completely hopeless cause or not doesn't matter. Whether it's on a gritty street level being a thorn in their side or a full blown war depends on the GM and path in which the game takes. It would be cool though to see this staunch Separatist bring to the rebel cause folk other players might other wise not be muster. Assets like bitter Geonosians, Neimoidians and Quarrens that hate the Empire and would fight in a rebellion if they were convinced that there was more to it than just the restoration of a broken Republic. The Jedi killer: As you can probably gather already, I love playing strange bed fellows and as such I really like the idea of a former Jedi killer being forced to work with outlaw Jedi. Like being a proud Confederacy veteran, having killed two Jedi during the Clone Wars is another black mark against Tarook's name. But in contrast some random Sith driven by vague evil motives, this Houk has legitimate grievances against the Jedi order. As far as he is concerned the Jedi violated the sovereignty of Geonosis by invading it and they are responsible for starting the Clone Wars. To him the Jedi propped up the Republic's corrupt reign, supposedly neutral monks fighting a war to stop planets from breaking away from a government that they felt no longer had their interests at heart. There is also the personal aspect to this animosity, with a Jedi killing Tarook's father in battle and Tarook in turn killing that Jedi's Padawan. Thus I'm really interested in particular with the types of relationships that Tarook can build with the Jedi in the party. How do they view someone who killed their own but for just reasons? How will Tarook view them? - Contacts: Carnus Vortek (Houk Warchief) "Further bloodshed does not serve the interests of Clan Vortek or the Houk Collective, uncle." ~ Carnus Vortek Carnus Vortek is the son of the late Agnor Vortek and grandson of the infamous Warchief Junta Vortek. He is also Tarook's only surviving blood relative, and now the current Warchief of the Vortek Clan. Carnus holds Tarook in the utmost esteem. He idolizes his uncle for his bravery and martial prowess during the Clone Wars, however he is too much of realist to believe that the Houk Collective stands a chance of breaking free of the Empire on their own. Because of this unwillingness to fight on, the hot blooded Tarook views his nephew as a coward. This is disheartening for Carnus, who is by any other measure a strong yet wise leader, to be dismissed by the one Houk he respects the most. Borga the Grand (Hutt Crime Lord) "Po chee mar bar ho ho ho!" ~ The Great Borga's excellent insight on current galactic affairs The infamous Borga the Grand is an enigmatic rim world warlord that generally needs no introduction. The Hutt's pervasive criminal empire deals in everything from smuggling to racketeering, and it's use of hired guns has often been a source of work this down on his luck Houk soldier. Tarook's relationship with Borga is complicated to say the least, and bizarre to most onlookers. Some days they are friendly enemies, others they are bitter friends, and sometimes it's just strictly business. Regardless of the context however, Borga always has a warm disposition towards Tarook as if he was in fact genuinely fond of him. Should the Houk ever need illegal gear or shelter from the Empire, Borga is usually the first place he goes. However such protection usually comes at a price... Jarco Tynn (Former Jedi Knight) "You took her from me and for that I loath you Houk. Strange words for a Jedi, I know. Stranger yet is that despite this mutual hatred, I see more of myself in you than in any other being the galaxy. Look at us. Fighting battles we both know that we have already lost. Clinging desperately to causes already forgotten. Husks of men, driven only by our vengeance." ~ Jarco Tynn Jarco Tynn first met Tarook during the Battle of Grey Spine, when Jarco's padawan killed the Houk's father and he in turn killed her. After being critically wounded by Tarook's father during the very same battle he spent weeks unconscious and in critical care. The mysterious nature of the Force finally awoke Jarco after he experienced the collective shock of the hundreds of Jedi killed during Order 66. This was fortunate for him as clone troopers were on route to do the very same to him. The Jedi escaped in the nick of time. Devastated by the destruction of the Jedi Order and the death of the pawadan he viewed like a daughter, Jarco was left to wander the galaxy broken and alone. Driven by an intense hatred, this death seeker now lives for one single purpose, to kill the Houk that took his beloved padawan away from him. - Secret: Half the reason Tarook is hated so much is because he doesn't keep secrets. He holds no regrets for the dirtier or bloodier aspects of his life, and as such feels no need to hide it from people. He freely admits that he hates and has killed Jedi, and proudly flaunts his allegiance to the former Confederacy of Independent Systems. One thing that he would keep to himself over the course of this adventure however is how much Ariadne Nathos reminds him of the Jedi padawan he killed in the Battle of Grey Spine. That and how uncomfortable that fact makes him.   - CHARACTER SHEET LINK - Equipment: 1x Heavy Battle Armour, Powered [KOTOR book] (19,000cr, 50 kg) - Helmet Package (Inbuilt) - Integrated Equipment, 5 Slots (1,000cr) - Breath Mask (Inbuilt) [Core book] (200cr) - Power Generator (Inbuilt) [Core book] (750cr) - Power Charger (Inbuilt) [Core book] (100cr) - 2x Free Equipment Slot (Inbuilt) Note: If the power generator is destroyed while in use, its fusion reactor overloads and explodes, venting plasma into the surrounding area. When a fusion reactor explodes, make an attack roll (1d20+10) against the Reflex Defense of every target within 4 squares. If the attack misses, the target takes half damage. A target with the Evasion talent takes half damage if the attack succeeds and no damage if the attack misses. This is an area attack. 1x Thin Suit [Clone Wars book] (900cr, 1kg) 1x Power Hammer [Force Unleashed book] (1,800cr, 10 kg) - Cortex Weave [KOTOR book] - 2x Energy Cells (20cr, 0 kg) 1x Rotary Blaster Cannon [Galaxy at War book] (5,500cr, 16 kg) Note: Connected to and powered by the Heavy Battle Armour's integrated Power Generator 1x Houk (Riot) Shield [Threats of the Galaxy book] (500cr, 6kg) 2x Bandoliers [Core book] (200cr, 4kg) - 6x Energy Cells (60cr, 0 kg) - 10x Power Packs (250cr, 1 kg) 1x Houk Knife Note: Counts as Short Sword [KOTOR book] (40cr, 1.5 kg) 2x Pit Droids [Clone Wars book] (2,600cr) Note: Understands “Houk” instead of “Basic” Credits on Hand 1,080cr

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JH-777 AKA "Sev" Name: Trooper JH-777 aka "Sev. Currently going by the alais of Semaj T'ekcah Race: Mandalorian Clone Class: Soldier/ Scout/ Elite Trooper/ Bounty Hunter. Physical Description: Like everyone of his vat brothers, Sev carries the recognizable face of Jango Fett, which is a problem for someone on the run. He ditched the "high & tight" as soon as he went rogue, preferring it's current middle-length (to his shoulders) form. Hat hair is a major issue now, but for someone who didn't know "fashion" was even a word until two years ago, he's coping well. He's also grown a full beard to help hide his face that he keeps well trimmed, unlike his hair. The only other thing that can tell his face apart from the others is the scar over his left eye, splitting the eyebrow in two. Tackling a Droidika wasn't the smartest thing he's ever done... also not the dumbest. Personality: It's hard enough to discover yourself in the best of times, but when you've spent 10 years being trained and indoctrinated by the military, 3 years fighting a god forsaken war, and another 2 running from they guys you once considered friends, it's hard to find a moment to sit down and think. And I'm technically still a teenager, even though I look to be in my 30's. The world made sense once, "Go kill bad guys", it was as simple as that. Even easier when most of them were droids who were trying to kill you back. But that line blurred when the commander issued Order 66. Now the alien sitting next to me who had bleed and suffered with me was the bad guy, despite her saving my life no less than ten times. Sev is still trying to find himself, figure out his new role in the galaxy now that he's turned his back to the Empire. He's had to learn a lot about the galaxy as a whole and just trying to live out side of the barracks where most things you needed were provided by the state. Despite being a battle-hardened killer, he's still just a teenager and prone to some "childish" behavior. Background: Unlike the vast majority of his vat brothers, Sev's batch was grown with an altered DNA. This particular batch were bred for the Omega project, a batch of troopers designed with better problem solving skills and a greater ability for free thinking, which would help them adapt to the ever evolving battlefield. Omega's were designed to be commandos. The physical training was much the same, if only just more of it. But there were also classes and written exams involving abstract thought and problem solving. Where the regulars trained to be part of the masses, Omega's trained to be a self-sustaining individual, where he could only rely on himself to achieve mission success. After graduating, the Omega projects where put into squads of four and sent off for high-risk missions behind enemy lines. The exploits of Delta squad are well revered among the Corps as with many other of these commando squads, but the records of Theta squad, Sev's squad, have all been deleted from the holo-decks. Theta had been teamed up with a female Twi'lek Jedi named Alema Doneeta. The jokes about what the Theta lads would and wouldn't do with/for her stopped on day one of deployment. The squad had been tasked to aid the resistance on Ryloth and keep them going until the main battle fleet could be deployed to the sector. Upon meeting their supposed contact, Alema sensed right away that it was a trap, CIS had gotten there first. Within seconds of bugging out of the cantina, a pair of Vulture Droids glassed the area, leaving almost no survivors. If she hadn't rushed thrm into a basement shop, there would have been no survivors. After that, Theta shut-up when she talked, and paid attention to every detail. For three years Theta squad bled along side Alema, sacrificed for the Republic. "Contact" gave his right arm on Felucia, and "LT" his legs while evacuating Excarga, but through it all, all four of the Theta lads made it home every time. All thanks to Alema. Theta squad was the only group that stayed together through it all, the only squad with 100% mission success rate. That is until Order 66 was issued. Even after all they had been through, they almost did it, they almost put four lasers in her skull. She sensed something, stopped and turned around to see her four most trusted friends in the galaxy leveling their carbines at her. She didn't say a word. No argument. No accusations, no pleading. She just nodded, and went to her knees, accepting her fate. So there they stood for what seemed like an eternity, four itching fingers away from another mission done. The silence was broken when LT's communicator sounded an incoming call. They looked around at each other, knowing what was going to be asked. LT lowered his weapon and answered the call, saying only "We're done here." and sealing their fates. Taken from Sev's personal journal We helped Alema up and told her what was happening and came up with a plan to get her off world, Empire be damned. Cato Neimodia was going to be a tough planet to get off, but Theta had faced worse odds. A spaceport with several Arc-170's was near by, but smuggling a twi'lek through and getting her close enough to hop in the pilot seat was the only catch. To our credit, we made it all the way through the perimeter, disabling the turbo-laser air defenses and into to the hanger before someone caught on. She had saved us so many times before, not one of us buckled when it came time to pay the debt back. We sabotaged as many of the other fighters we could and took up positions to hold the garrison back for as long as we could. As the auto-take-off systems kicked in, I watched her fly away, tears coming down her green cheeks. Then the first bolt glazed over my head and it was time to make good on our promise. We held the base back for two hours. By that time, only Ice and myself were still standing, but we were all still fighting. That's when they rolled the hover tanks in and brought the building down on us. I'm not sure how long it was until I woke up, or how many days it took me to drag my broken self out of the wreckage, but by the time I had, the garrison had moved along. A scavenger had stumbled over me and took me in. He patched me up and put me on the next flight to the closest base. I hijacked it had bugged out to the outer rim. The last two years I've been surviving as a local bounty hunter, working under an alias. Slowly I watched the vid screens populate with Wanted Jedi, and several times I saw Alema's name scroll across. Over the years, many of those have been cashed in, but never her's. Month six into hiding, I found my own face scroll across the screen... and Contact's. Which means they eventually dug through the rubble and found enough lack of evidence to believe us alive... which creates problems when all your new friends are one breath away from throughing their own blood to a ranccor if it paid well enough. So I've kept moving, making sure to never stay put for very long, making sure to stay out of the core systems, and keep to myself. It's not much a a living, but surviving is the only thing I know how to do. A month ago I received an encrypted transmission, using an old war code. All it gave was a list of coordinates and a name. Alema. Personal Goals: Sev wants to find Alema, find Contact, and find a way to live without having to look over his shoulder every other minute. Player Goals: I just want to play this out and see where it goes. I've always been interested in the Stormtrooper (or clone trooper) as a person and interested to see what happens when someone chooses to turn their back on the Empire. Contacts: Alema Doneeta - Twi'lek Jedi that fought alongside Theta Squad during the Clone wars. Theta squad helped her escape rather than following through with order 66. CT-321 aka "Contact" - Former member of Theta squad and Demolitions expert. Believed to still be alive. If that's true or not, who knows. Moff Tark Yorcot: Yorcot was the brain behind the Omega project. The overwhelming success of the project earned him the rank of Moff when the Republic was reformed. However, when Order 66 was passed down, Theta squad wasn't the only one to go AWOL, and these small acts of rebellion tarnished his good name. He has sworn to hunt down and kill all those that took up arms against their brothers. Secret: - After years of fighting Droids and them trying to kill him, Sev doesn't like or trust Droids. - Sev is probably in love with Alema, and would do anything for her. - Sev has been on the run and is near his end. He hasn't decided if given the choice to turn in a friend, and be set free, if that's something he'd do or not.

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Vullze Garako, Anzati Inquisitor Vullze Garako Anzati Noble 3/Jedi 4/Sith Apprentice 3 — Who I Am Description — Personality — Contacts — Secret —   Vullze's appearance is that of a young man in his early twenties, but his attitude and knowledge sometimes seem like those of a much older and more experienced man. Vullze is a grey-skinned humanoid who stands at the average height for a human or near-human male, 1.7 meters.He would hardly stand out in a crowd, and usually doesn't — if a person in that crowd remembers anything about him at all, it might be the fleeting glimpse of a friendly smile on a handsome face before they pass each other by. They might remember that pleasant smile, that attractive face, well enough to recognise him later on when he approaches them at a bar, club, or other venue to engage them in conversation. When alone, or with a victim, the man's expression becomes cold, yet his vermillion eyes are fiery. His friendly gaze is all an act, a ploy to draw the attention of potential targets. At times like this, his disdain for all lesser life forms and his predatory aura become readily apparent, and anyone who sees it will be left with no doubt as to the danger he presents. Unlike others of his species, Vullze's nose is not noticeably wide, nor do his nostrils flare so dramatically. However, these are not natural traits — rather, he has undergone cosmetic surgery to make his appearance less striking, the better to conceal his true nature. Vullze had a penchant for black even before his time in the Inquisitorius, so he fits right in despite his preference to avoid Imperial uniform. A typical outfit for the anzati is a dark martial arts uniform, a set of arm and shin guards underneath a diaphanous silver robe. The lightsaber Vullze created is of a design that fell out of favour long ago, having not been popular among lightsaber duelists since the years leading up to the Great Sith War. The closest modern equivalent are the incomplete lightfoils used by Tapani Sector nobles in their duels, but Vullze's lightfoil is the real thing, as potent as any lightsaber. Since the lightfoil style includes several maneuvers that rely on the opponent's blade sliding along one's own until it locks with the crossguard, both the weapon's guard and basket hilt are laced with the lightsaber-resistant metallic compound phrik. In his off-hand the anzati wields a shoto of unusual design, with a wide crossguard that is upturned at the each end. Dueling experts and combat veterans alike might infer that the crossguard is designed to block incoming attacks, and that off-hand the shoto is intended for parrying. It therefore fulfills a similar function to a guard shoto, while being a more suited weapon to Vullze's archaic but effective duelist's style. —   Vullze is charming when he wants to be, and chilling when he needs to be. The latter is probably closer to who he really is. The anzati presents himself as he wants to be seen to friends and colleagues, and the image he projects changes depending on the audience. Only prey are likely to see his true face. Although he is perfectly happy to admit any number of weaknesses, at least if it suits him to do so, an astute observer might notice that he doesn't truly seem to regret them. He is a man who carries himself with the confidence and pride of someone who grasps exactly who he is, and is perfectly happy with that person. Vullze also appears content with where he is and what he's doing. He seems to truly enjoy the role of Inquisitor in which he has been cast. He is rarely happier than when on the hunt, but his behaviour is most notable during interrogations. He grows noticeably agitated as proceedings go on. After everything that can be learned has been extracted, Vullze generously offers to finish things up. His colleagues will soon learn that finishing up means that the next time the prisoner leaves the interrogation room, it will be in a body bag. —   — - — Emperor Palpatine — - — Vullze has a complicated relationship with the Emperor, which began when Vullze tried to eat the "luck" out of Palpatine's brain. Palpatine survived the attempt and overpowered his attacker, but decided to spare him. At the time, Palpatine was still apprentice to Darth Plagueis, and was himself training Darth Maul, so he had no use for an apprentice. But he recognised the value in keeping a force-trained assassin around for the future. Vullze found himself locked away in a secret facility where he spent the next twenty-one years. Over time, Vullze was given sporadic training by Palpatine, but was mostly left to his own devices. Palpatine gave him access to the Sith Archives he was collating, although heavily redacted to conceal the Emperor's own greatest secrets. Through religious self-study of these texts, which had become his only form of entertainment, Vullze was able to advance his own use of the Force even in the absence of his captor. Throughout all this time Vullze nursed his feelings of hatred and vengeance for the man who imprisoned him. Yet he also had plenty of time for introspection through which he begrudgingly came to respect Palpatine, and covet the power the Sith Lord could offer. So it was that when the time came for Palpatine to release Vullze back into the galaxy, his attitude was more pliable. Not that Palpatine needed Vullze to be sympathetic to his cause. He had chosen a typically forceful method to ensure compliance — a miniaturised explosive device was surgically grafted into the anzati's body which could be used by the Emperor or anyone he entrusted with the control code to force Vullze to act in accordance with his orders. Upon release Vullze was given his orders to join the ranks of the newly formed Inquisitorius and use his talents to hunt down and slay Jedi and other force-sensitives. He quickly learned that the Empire had already purged many of the galaxy's force-sensitives, and all that were left were the dregs. It became obvious that his interests actually aligned with that of the Inquisitorius. Their chosen prey were also his preferred source of food, and had become a scarce resource in the years of his imprisonment. Their resources would help him tracking down and cornering those meals. Explosive or not, Vullze was actually in the best position he could possibly be. When told he was to join a group of mere apprentices, Vullze's first question to Palpatine was "will I lead them?" The Emperor answered: "You have seen the teachings of the Sith, you know the true path to power. If you want it, you should take it." — - — Commander Cinder Mazula — - — As Palpatine's influence and resources changed, Vullze's cell was moved. Immediately after the rise of the New Order, the anzati was relocated to an orbital station on the dark side of a moon of Pujool. The station was built in conditions of secrecy during the Clone Wars, ostensibly to hold dangerous Separatist prisoners. In truth, its purpose was to be a high security facility for enemies of the Empire. It was a precursor to the complex of prison compounds known as the Crypt that would eventually be constructed on the moon itself. Command of the facility belonged to a rising star in naval command, Commander Cinder Mazula. She had begun her career in the Republic navy under the command of Captain Wilhuff Tarkin. She was loyal to her commanding officer, and rose to influence under the New Order along with him. After assignment to command of Pujool Orbital Incarceration Facility, Cinder was responsible for monitoring and caring for the handful of prisoners incarcerated there. She was frustrated by a lack of intel — even she knew very little about her charges other than that they were very dangerous individuals. She wasn't even given names. Each prisoner was referred to by the number of their cell. She was cautioned to particularly wary of the Force-sensitive and telepathic prisoner in Cell Zero, the only inhabitant of the most secure part of the station. Of course, Cinder eventually learned details about the prisoners that were not in the files. Life on the station was boring, so she visited her charges to question and taunt them. She was most curious about Prisoner Zero, the only one of her charges whom occasionally received visits by the Emperor. Vullze looked forward to Cinder's visits, for they provided an entertaining change of pace. He subtly encouraged them, and attempted to extend each visit when it occurred. But he rarely gave away much truth about himself (and certainly not that he was an anzati). His stories were sprinkled with just enough honesty to give them the ring of sincerity. He was merely toying with a convenient plaything, hoping to use her one day, perhaps in an escape plan. For her part, Cinder began to enjoy Vullze's company, his interesting conversation and quick intelligence. She was attracted to him despite herself, though she was wise enough to know she could not truly trust him. This state of affairs continued until the time in 17 BBY when Emperor Palpatine notified Commander Mazula that he would be visiting Pujool Station, and that before his arrival Prisoner Zero should undergo surgery to implant an explosive device within his body in preparation for his release for work detail. Cinder knew she couldn't ignore this order and in truth she looked forward to the possibility of Vullze being free from his cell and working within the Empire. She realised it was a foolish flight of fancy and the possibility of them working together was remote. On some level, she also realised that he was a dangerous man to attach any hopes on. But the fantasy took hold and she excitedly waited for the day Vullze would be free — well, free of his cell and given some degree of agency at any rate. Her nascent dream was to be shattered. As Prisoner Zero was being anesthetized for surgery, his eyes flew open and he lunged from the operating table. Vullze resisted thanks to his species' endurance, his strength in the Force, or some combination of both. Maybe it was mostly his hunger. After all he hadn't tasted anyone's luck for over twenty-one years, and there he was, out from his cell, in a room with living, breathing beings. Vullze tore apart his shackles with the Force and threw himself on the surgeons in the room with him, knocking them unconscious to the ground. His proboscises emerged from his cheeks, probing for their nostrils. As he fed on his first victim, Vullze turned to look at Cinder through the viewing window, and all she saw in his eyes was his hunger. She had no choice but to call in security. Prisoner Zero fed on all three members of medical staff assigned to his surgery and then escaped into the corridors of Pujool Station. Even with his hunger sated, he was like an animal. Perhaps the narcotics coursing through his system prevented higher thought function, perhaps they caused some chemical imbalance in his anzati biology. Either way, before Vullze was finally subdued he had brutally killed nearly two squad's worth of security troopers and caused hundreds of thousands of credits worth of damage to the facility. Commander Mazula was furious, but it was nothing to the fury of the Emperor. As punishment, she was reassigned to a nothing of a job commanding a mining platform. As she worked tirelessly to restore her cachet and revitalise her career, Cinder nursed a deep hatred for Vullze — both for this black spot on her career and for her own foolish feelings for him. He was nothing but an animal and he disgusted her. But she disgusted herself more, because despite knowing exactly what he was, Prisoner Zero still fascinated her, and would continually intrude on her most private thoughts. — - — Liiva Ay'Ranja — - — A couple of years before his extended period of incarceration, Vullze was aboard a passenger liner from Coruscant to Bothawui when it was intercepted and boarded by pirates. Also aboard was Rejik Ay'Ranja, a Bothan military officer turned politician, as well as his young daughter Liiva. Ay'ranja was a staunch traditionalist and believed that the centralisation of power to some distant Galactic Senate weakened Bothawui's ability to effectively manage its own affairs. His hard line politics were gaining traction among the Bothan populace, and his increasing popularity was threatening the political careers and business interests of many members of the Bothan Council. One or more of these politicians made plans for Rejik's career — and life — to end tragically, gunned to death during a daring robbery. Of course, no plan survives contact with the enemy, and the pirates had one enemy on board the shuttle they did not expect. The only dangerous individuals aboard should have been Ay'ranja himself and the shuttle's crew. Vullze was travelling under an assumed identity, of course — no anzati admits their true species on their intergalactic passport. When the pirates burst through into the communal area, both Ay'Ranja and Vullze were waiting behind cover, pistols ready. Two of the raiders were dead the moment they entered the room. The next came on quickly, spraying the room with blaster bolts and forcing the anzati and bothan back behind their cover. His comrades spilled into the room during the window he created. The pirates had hoped to have an easy time of it. Now, they just wanted to complete their objective and get out. Vullze was not the primary target, so they focused their attentions on Ay'Ranja. This suited the anzati just fine. For all that the Bothan Martial Academy is oft-mocked, Ay'Ranja was an experienced warrior, and held his own for critical seconds. But the enemy had the advantage of numbers. Even with Vullze picking off several thugs who made the mistake of forgetting his presence, and Ay'Ranja eliminating two more of the criminals himself, three of them made it behind his cover. A trandoshan smacked the bothan's blaster from his hands while a rodian and a gran leveled the barrels of their own weapons between his eyes, ready to execute him. Ay'Ranja prepared himself to die. "Father?" The trembling voice of his young daughter carried to him from the direction of the passenger quarters. Ay'Ranja's heart stopped. Wearing a cruel smile, the trandoshan brute turned toward his daughter, and took a single step in her direction. Liiva began to scream, but the sound was drowned out by a blaster shot screeching across the room. The trandoshan's head exploded. The rodian cursed and spun in Vullze's direction, and the second shot took him between the eyes instead of the back of his head. The gran had the presence of mind to duck, and he tried to keep his eyes on his target, but the distraction diverted his attention just long enough for Ay'Ranja to do something. He kicked out, disarming the gran of his carbine. Both thug and veteran lunged for the weapon, and struggled to take possession of it. The muscular gran got the upper hand in the struggle, coming out on top and using the gun to bludgeon Ay'Ranja. His head span, but even through the blurred vision he saw something to give him hope. As the gran lifted his weapon to take the killshot, a gray-skinned figure appeared behind him with his own pistol raised. A weapon cried out. The gran collapsed on top of him. The assassination attempt had failed, and what remained of the pirates had been driven off by the shuttle's crew. Ay'Ranja hailed Vullze as a hero, an accolade the anzati was happy to accept, even if in truth he had only taken part because he was too proud to let scum rob him. Ay'Ranja was a very old fashioned man, with a strong code of honour. In his eyes, Vullze had saved both his life and that of his daughter. As far as the bothan politician was concerned, there could be no greater debt, and his life was owed to his saviour. He swore a krevi — a bothan oath of loyalty — then and there. What he did not predict was that his child, gazing reverentially at Vullze, would straighten up proudly and repeat the very same words. His daughter, who had hardly lived any of her live, had sworn it away to another. He was dismayed, as he had hoped his own life would be enough to repay their family's debt, but he couldn't help but be proud. In the following twenty-three years neither Rejik nor Liiva Ay'Ranja saw Vullze again, but neither of them ever forgot their krevi. Rejik retired from politics to protect his daughter. He died fifteen years later, passing away peacefully in his sleep. Liiva followed in her father's footsteps and joined the Bothan Martial Academy, graduating with honours and later joining the Martial Intelligence Division of Spynet. She is a skilled officer, an accomplished shot, and a gifted spy.   — Who I Once Was Background   — - — Ando System - Ando - Quantill [38 BBY] — - — "The galaxy is choked with beings. Billions die every instant. It is better to make use of this resource" —Annotation by the Emperor Palpatine found within the margins of his collation of Sith writings, entitled the Book of the Sith. It had been nearly a week since Vullze had last had the "soup", and he was starving. Not in a literal sense it was true — his species had evolved a mouth and teeth, and could consume physical food if need be. But there was no satisfaction in it, and left them wanting. No, it had been too long for the anzati to derive pleasure from such a meager meal Wookiepedia is conflicted on whether or not an Anzati would starve without the "soup". I have drawn the conclusion that this cannot possibly be true. Firstly, as mentioned already in this background, they have the evolutionary traits necessary to consume physical food. Secondly, if the Anzat are the only sentient species to come from their homeworld, this characteristic must have appeared after they encountered other sentient life. How did they survive until then if they could not feed normally? Thirdly, and most compellingly, we can support this idea by looking at the cases of Volfe Karkko and Nikkos Tyros, two Anzat Jedi. Although both eventually fell to the dark side it seems clear that, at least for as long as they were members of the Jedi Order, they must have been able to resist feeding on a sentient. They would not be able to do this if it were essential for survival.even if they could live on it. The anzati had always possessed a secondary feeding method, the proboscises with which they could feed upon the brains of prey. It had been just one means of deriving sustenance. Ever since they discovered how the sucking of a life force was enhanced if the victim were sentient and strong, there had been no going back. That was many thousands of years ago — now, feeding on the "soup" or "luck" of a victim was culturally accepted, and the norm for anzati who chose to leave their homeworld. And it was addictive — the more an anzati made meals of other sentients, the harder it was to resist. Luck was a heady brew that filled the feeder with energy and power. According to the Jedi, it was the Force itself the anzati ate, and for Vullze at least this theory seemed hard to deny. Certainly, victims with stronger life essence made more satisfying meals, and gave more power. Individuals with a close connection to the Force made the best meals. For that reason, Vullfe preferred to hunt them, and studied the Force himself the better to do so. Coming to Ando had been a mistake. The planet was mostly water, and that meant the settlements were sparse. It was less easy to move on to a new hunting ground before suspicions were raised — a rash of sudden deaths were more noticeable. And worse, Vullze did not look like the native aqualish. Standing out too much wasn't part of his hunting strategy. Too many people to remember him, to connect him to locations and to victims, would prove problematic. As if all that wasn't enough, the two native species had only recently ended a war, and suspicious behaviour was still the norm. No, Ando was only ever intended to be a stopping point on a longer journey, but on arrival he had found himself lacking enough resources to secure transport onward. At least there were potential prey here, even if targeting them wouldn't be so simple. All Vullze had to do was pick a rich looking one and he'd be able to kill two birds with one stone — money for passage, and a hearty meal. As luck would have it, Vullze had spotted some likely candidates only yesterday. Like him, they were from off-planet, and they certainly seemed well-to-do. A little simple spycraft had furnished him with some details: they were part of a Republic task force sent to monitor the demilitarization of Ando after its unsuccessful attempt to regain its colonies. Normally they would be too high profile for Vullze's taste, but needs must. One of them was a Jedi, and the thought of that meal left him salivating, but it was best to avoid that target. Although he was perfectly prepared to attack a Force user, having talent of his own in that area, he had enough problems right now without taking that risk. Instead, he'd wait for one or two of the others to separate from the main group and their security detail was divided. He'd be sure to find an opportunity then. "The Force is not fire, it is venom." —Opening line of Darth Bane's revolutionary treatise The Rule of Two. Palpatine was extremely bored. While taking part in the Ando task force was a necessary step to further his political career and deeper ambitions, in truth he couldn't care less about the peace on this pitiful planet or the aqualish colonies. As far as he was concerned, the galaxy would be improved if the aqualish tore themselves apart. They had proved time and again, several times in recent memory, that they were a violent species by nature. They were exactly the sort of species, in fact, that would make his human-centric policies seem reasonable, when the time came. For now, he mused, it would probably be best if they did not eliminate themselves. Yes, Ando and its people must survive until Palpatine could make of them an early lesson in Imperial power. Disinterested in the guided tour of Quantill City that had been arranged for the task force members, and finding no profit in it, Palpatine stayed just long enough to not offend the hosts, then feigned weakness and excused himself to return to his chambers in the hotel. His friend Jorus C'baoth expressed concern and offered to return with him, but he was easily persuaded to remain with the tour. He could not avoid being assigned a single aqualish security officer to act as his bodyguard, but that was of little concern. In truth, it was likely a positive thing. The world still had anti-Republic sentiment, since the Republic had seen fit to force Ando to stand down and give up its claim on its former colonies. Though Palpatine could easily defend himself against an attack, doing so would likely damage his carefully constructed cover. Better to cower behind a bodyguard, if it came to it. As it happened, Palpatine and his guard returned to the hotel without incident, although he couldn't shake the feeling that something had been going on. The crawling sensation of someone watching him had been strong. What would be a mere instinct for someone else was a reliable Force sense in him. He would trust the feeling. Someone out there was watching him, but had yet to act. An assassination attempt? Or were the task force under the scrutiny of more security than they realised? If there was to be an attack he reasoned that since it had not occurred when he was in transit, and was unlikely to occur when the rest of the task force and therefore their security team returned to the hotel, it would have to be now while he was relatively undefended in his room. Palpatine ordered the alien to remain outside his door. The guard complied. The room was furnished with transparisteel windows, in any case. Danger from any direction other than the door was unlikely. Palpatine allowed himself to relax. Although he couldn't afford to extend his Force senses out into the city and find the threat, in case he revealed himself to Jorus, he was confident in his security within the hotel room and his ability to handle any danger in the unlikely event it did manage to get this close to him. Now it only remained to wait. And so he did, using the time fruitfully to review some reports. "At the time I wrote these words I hoped my Empire would provide limitless reach yet I must still rely on others to do my bidding." —Scrawled by Emperor Palpatine in the margin of his preface to the Book of the Sith. An hour later, the room's door chimed. The sound indicated that someone had activated it with a keycard. Palpatine looked up, furious with the guard for entering without permission. Then he remembered — the security team member didn't have a keycard to his room. The door opened with a hydraulic hiss, and an unassuming figure stepped through. It shut again behind him. Palpatine rose quickly to his feet to face the threat, although he was careful not to reveal his own threat for now. The hooded figure was approximately Palpatine's height,and not dissimilar in build. But when he reached up to push back his hood, Palpatine saw that the stranger's hands and face were grey. His eyes were an arresting shade of vermillion. "Who are you?" Palpatine asked, putting a false quiver into his voice, "how did you get in? Where is the guard?" "My name isn't important," the interloper replied, "as for how: it was a simple matter to steal one of the hotel's keycards, and incapacitate your guard. Most aqualish are weak-minded, and I can be very persuasive. Worry not, he is sleeping. It's you I'm after." Palpatine recognised the feeling of a Force user, and realised he could no longer conceal his own abilities. This assassin was too dangerous to risk shackling himself. The reddish orange eyes widened as his would-be assassin noticed the strength of his aura. Palpatine was relieved by that. It didn't look like the intruder had known about his Force ability before now. But he didn't seem to feel threatened. Those burning eyes narrowed to slits, and the assassin plunged forward across the room. His gaze never wavered, eyes remaining locked on Palpatine's. The senator felt a wriggling sensation in his mind, and a fog beginning to muddy his thoughts. It was not quite the same sensation as a Force mind trick, but something similar. The alien was trying to enthrall him, but it would not work. Palpatine had too much experience throwing off the mental attacks of his mentor, Darth Plagueis. The assassin's eyes widened a second time as he realised his mental assault had failed, and he snarled as he closed the distance between them. Two slits in either cheek opened as he charged, tentacles emerging from within. Palpatine lashed out viciously with the Force. The alien raised his hand as though to deflect the attack, but he didn't know who he was dealing with. The fool had attack a Dark Lord of the Sith! Darth Sidious' Force strength blasted through the creature's defenses, and he was hurled against the wall of the room. Cackling, Sidious threw his foe again and again against the walls and the ceiling, until the alien was coughing blood. That sight brought Palpatine to his senses, and the murderous rage that had threatened to consume his mind receded. The blood was clear evidence of an attack, and an explanation of his survival would already require some finessing. Things would be much more difficult if he had to explain a body. Palpatine approached his pinned enemy, the would-be assassin now completely at his mercy. Strangely, the alien showed no fear. Palpatine looked into his eyes, and understood. They were the eyes of a hunter. This alien made life and death decisions daily. It was a predator. It knew that to lose was to die, and it was prepared for that. "Interesting," Palpatine mused. "I may have use for someone like you." After using the Force to overcome the alien's mind and knock it unconscious, Palpatine dug through his possessions, withdrawing a particular needle from his first aid kit. An injection from this would put the alien down for up to forty-eight hours, depending on his endurance. Palpatine would find somewhere to conceal the creature, and contact his Master to arrange for collection. Darth Plagueis would certainly find some way to smuggle the alien off-world and some hole or other to put him in. Palpatine was not sure yet how and when he would make use of the assassin as an asset, but he was sure that the opportunity would come, even if years were to pass. If there was one thing Palpatine excelled at, it was playing a long game. It was never a bad decision to keep a piece in reserve. — - — Anoat System - Pujool - Pujool Orbital Incarceration Facility [19 BBY] — - — "Peace is a lie. There is only passion. Through passion I gain strength. Through strength I gain power. Through power i gain victory. Through victory my chains are broken. The Force shall free me." —The Sith Code. "Commander," the Emperor greeted Mazula as she gave her best salute. "It is our honour to receive you again, my lord," Tarkin's protege said, and he was pleased to see that she gave proper obeisance. It was not in Palpatine's nature to be flattered, but he demanded respect. An officer who disappointed him in this regard would find their career abruptly ended. He stepped away from the ramp of the transport shuttle, and Mazula and his Royal Guard took their cue to fall into step beside and behind him. They walked past the ranks of station staff lined up on either side, and he was once again pleased. It seemed Mazula had ensured they were presentable for the occasion. Which was no guarantee that proper decorum was maintained outside of official visits of course, but since she was one of Tarkin's, Emperor imagined that things ran smoothly whatever the occasion. He would still ask the Security Bureau to perform an analysis, however, to discover the truth for himself. Although he would tolerate no slackness from anyone in his Empire, this was one facility in particular that must function with absolute efficiency. "Prisoner Zero has been prepared for your arrival, my lord." The Emperor nodded. "Then let us hasten. I have business elsewhere that cannot be delayed for long." As promised, Prisoner Zero had been prepared for his arrival. Released from his usual cell, the prisoner occupied one half of a large chamber that was the station's equivalent of a prison yard. A force field bisected the room, allowing the Emperor to talk to the prisoner in complete safety. Not that he was at any risk. "You may go", he ordered Mazula, and made a subtle gesture to his Royal Guard that had them following the Commander back out into the hall. While everyone unwelcome left the room, the Emperor kept his gaze on the harmless looking man beyond the Force-field. He knew better. Prisoner Zero was probably the most dangerous man in the Empire's entire prison system. In fact, that was by the Emperor's own design. The captive had lacked direction and ambition at the time of his capture, but the Emperor had been honing him. What good was a blade that was not regularly sharpened? "How are you, Vullze?" he asked. "Have the additional reading materials I provided proven interesting?" A few years after taking the anzati captive, the Emperor had arranged for a private terminal running on an isolated circuit. He had provided extensive archives. Ever since, his prisoner had been religiously devouring the works provided, like a good student. No doubt because the Emperor understood him well, and provided the kinds of materials they would both find useful. "Oh yes," the grey-skinned prisoner replied, lips curling in a smile, "the Imperial policies and officers' handbook were all a little dry, if I may say so. You may wish to hire a writer with more panache to update your next edition. But it is quite interesting to know how your Empire operates. It will certainly be helpful to know your procedures when I am free." "What makes you think you will ever be free?" "Would you have kept me all this time if you had no plans for me? Would you be educating me, providing me materials with which I can grow in the Force?" Vullze answered, a single quizzical brow raised. "How are your studies of the Sith archives?" "Without direct teaching, I am sure I advance more slowly than I could. But then, I have had nothing but time. I improve daily, even if it is only in microscopic increments." "Excellent." The Emperor was satisfied. His sharing of the Sith archives he had collected was a calculated risk. While Vullze would grow in power from the knowledge within, the most important documents had been removed, or carefully redacted, to ensure the anzati would not master the secrets the Emperor did not wish to share. Both he and his current apprentice, Lord Vader, would easily be capable of putting Vullze down if he became unruly. "Is that it?" Vullze asked as the Emperor turned away from him. "For now," the Emperor replied, "but your time is coming. Redouble your efforts. I have brought some new materials, which I will leave with the Commander." "Thank you," Vullze said, teeth bared in a predatory grin, "I am grateful." — Who I Shall Be Personal Goals — Player Goals —   Although escape from the Emperor's influence and removal of the bomb inside him might seem to be key objectives for Vullze, neither is actually a high priority for him. Sure, if he gets the chance and has to make a decision on the spur of the moment, he might take it. But he isn't going to spend every waking moment looking to manufacture such a chance. Partly this is because acting as the Empire's inquisitor essentially lets him do what he has always done: hunt down powerful people. He assumes that there will be plenty of opportunities to feed, particularly on prisoners who have given up all they can in interrogation and have ceased to be useful. Secondly, he respects the Emperor and his ability to gather power, and has already learned a lot from him. He would like to exploit the relationship for all it's worth. Thirdly, he is smart enough to realise that if he does escape without taking proper precautions, he will be chased across the galaxy by other inquisitors before long. Most of all, Vullze is an anzati, and that means he has a very different concept of time. The eldest anzati have lived for eons. 21 years in a cell, while extremely frustrating, is of a lot less consequence to such a being than it would be to a member of a species with a more fragile hold on life. In addition to that, he realises that if he is careful, it is inevitable that he will outlive the Emperor, Darth Vader, and anyone else who may hold his leash. Even with a bomb inside him, if there is no one who knows how to activate it left living, he will essentially be free, and at that time he can have it removed at his leisure. Patiently waiting may even gain him far more than freedom. What if the Emperor were to be killed? What if Darth Vader were not around to fill the power vacuum? Why, if one of the Emperor's force adepts were to step in to fill that void and if he had the power to defend his claim, he could make the entire Empire his own. But if such a future is to have a chance of coming to fruition he must remain where he is, gain influence and respect, and master the ways of the Force.

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Jedi Knight Towa Ben Jedi Knight Towa Ben Name: Towa Ben Race: Human Class: I actually do not know how to play yet, but this is my dream character.Jedi Knight First attempt at a character sheet. Height: 5'11" Weight: 180 Age: 23 Physical Description: Towa is well built, athletic man in his early twenties. Standing at 5'11, Towa sports a simple, and short hair cut that always looks like he just rolled out of bed. Despite that his milk-chocolate brown hair is always clean and silky smooth. On the contrast, his face is always clean shaven. Generally, Towa wears simple clothing, the kind of which an common citizen might wear to allow his comings and goings with little question. On days when a Jedi Knight's skills is required, Towa pulls out his traditional Jedi Robes, always proud to display his true colours. Personality: Towa often struggles to follow the Jedi Code. Though it was deeply ingrained into him as a youth, he has had to face many horrible situations he was never prepared for. Yet no matter how horrible the situation, no matter how much mud and blood he was caked in, Towa never lost faith in the force. To most, Towa is a curt and stern man who grew up giving orders to soldiers. He isn't use to saying please or thank you for every job completed. He gets jobs done quickly, and efficiently. Unfortunately he is not great at small talk which can be a bit of a problem when dealing with civilians. On rainy days or planets, Towa's left leg aches making him especially irritable and short with people. Background: My name is Towa, and a long, long time ago in a galaxy far far way... I knew Anakin Skywalker. Like most Jedi over the past few millennia, on my third rotation, I was taken from my home and brought to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. I wasn't surprised, I knew from the moment I could form memory where I was destined to be. I was going to try to be a Jedi Knight. I was eight when a new boy joined our class. His name was Anakin Skywalker, he was 10 and had no experience what so ever being a Jedi Initiate. Needless to say many of the children had a problem with it. According to the teachers, the boy was naturally gifted and an exception had been made. His skills had been evaluated and was thus placed in a group fitting his skill level. I didn't like him from the start. He whined too much about his mother and this girl he liked. He was just plain creepy. No one shed a tear when Jedi Knight Obi-wan came to remove him from our group a year later. No one in the class expected him to one day be one of the greatest Jedi Generals in a terrible brutal war. I had just been knighted a month prior to the Battle of Geonosis. Though I was a Knight I still worked closely with my former Master Tarados Gon and was sent with him as a member of Jedi Strike force to kill Count Dooku. In a foolish mistake by Master Yoda, we tossed our battle plan out the window to save Anakin Skywalker and Master Obiwan Kenobi. Of the 212 Jedi that were sent on the mission, only 39 Survived. I was among the survivors though I had taken a blaster shot to the left leg and was out of commission. To this day, it still hurts and is especially rough in the rain. I was medically evacuated first, but Master Gon remained on the surface only to have his Gunship shot down a short while later along with Sora Bulq, and Eeth Koth. I never really forgave Skywalker or Master Yoda after that day, but I did my duty. I became a Jedi Knight that Master Gon would have been proud of. I racked up countless significant victories through out the war, but no matter what amazing feat I achieved, Skywalker continued to pull magical rainbow-coloured nerfs out of his hat at every engagement. Worse than that, Skywalker was given a Padawan years before he should have been ready. I knew it was a mistake but who was I to question the Council? Again he was given Special treatment when one day he was made a member of the council. How could a Knight sit on the council? It was unjust and it angered me, but every time it did, I would meditate. I was in one such meditation when Order 66 was given. I was still young, only twenty, my struggle with my emotions was my greatest weakness, and yet it saved my life. Because I was in mediation, I was one with the force, feeling everything around me. From inside my meditation room, I could feel everything happening several decks away. I could feel the sudden hostile shift the entire crew underwent almost simultaneously. I didn't understand what was happening at the time, but I knew I had to leave. I sealed the door with some code I bought from a slicer on Nar Shadda. It bought me the few precious moments I needed to use the maintenance shafts to get to a Hyperspace capable fighter in the hanger bay. As I moved, I could feel them dying. The Jedi Knights and Masters all across the Galaxy, and every time I felt another light fade, a part of me died along with it. By the time I got to my fighter, I had no sympathy left for the clones I once called friends. I destroyed every fighter in the bay before shooting a hole in the ship and flying free and clear. I've been on the run ever since, searching for survivors. I of course ditched the fighter the first chance I had and liberated something less conspicuous. Since then, I've taken on a few odd jobs to keep food in my belly and fuel in my ship. I usually work as a body guard or bounty hunter, but I made sure never to take anything that compromised my morals. To hide the fact I was a Jedi, I learned how to use a pistol and kept my light-saber hidden except for in emergencies. Personal Goals: Find other Jedi, gather force sensitive children and find a place in uncharted space to rebuild the order. Player Goals: I would love some situations that test Towa's resolve to follow the Jedi Code. Obviously Towa has no idea that Skywalker is Vader but if he were to learn such a thing, that could truly test his ability to not give into rage and hate. There is possible love interest to test his resolve to start a new order. Giving him an apprentice to teach could be very interesting. Contacts: Anakin Skywalker / Darth Vader: Unknown to Towa, his own school chum, Skywalker is in fact Darth Vader, the man in charge of hunting down all the remaining Jedi. Gung'nyr: A young human waiter on Nar Shaddaa, the planet that never sleeps. Gung'nyr works at one of the most popular dives on the entire planet where all the best smugglers, bounty hunters, and low-lives come to drink. As such Gung'nyr hears many interesting things. Towa and him have an understanding, if any information regarding Jedi or Sith are being circulated, Towa will buy it. Master Tarados Gon: Towa's deceased master. Secret: SHH!

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Corporal Pasam Molta TK-99262 Name: Corporal Pasam Molta TK-99262 Race: Human Class: Level 10 Stormtrooper/Elite Trooper Physical Description: Corporal Pasam Molta stands six foot tall. Molta is olive-skinned and well-built. He has a pronounced jawline, round face and a wide, aquiline nose. He has numerous scars around his face and body, including a massive burn wound reaching from his lower torso to just past his throat. He keeps his hair shaven to a nice and tight 3-inch mohawk. His right eye has been replaced with a cybernetic implant. The eye colours match, but the right eye never dilates. His weapons and gear are always well-maintained and in good order. His armor carries wear and tear, just like its owner. It is installed with jump servos. His right arm is a cybernetic prosthesis. The metal arm is a plated design from shoulder to finger tips. There is no skin grafted to disguise the arm, to reduce maintenance and costs. It is painted in jet black and is specially coated to minimize glare and reflection in the light. It is an older model and its outdated motor system whirs during straining movements and overheats if under extreme stress. Personality: Pasam Molta loves his job. He craves adventure, excitement, and camaraderie. He's efficient and by-the-books, never one to waste resources any more than he has to. Corporal Molta fulfills the Stormtrooper's ideals to the tee: He'll sacrifice himself for the Empire and his comrades if need be, and if you ask him to jump, he'll ask, "How high, sir?" He doesn't hesitate to follow orders, and rarely questions authority. Pasam believes in personal toil and that there is never an easy way out, not without paying a price. Corporal Molta hasn't seen his family since he graduated the Academy. He's sent them pictures, wrote letters here and there, but Pasam shirks away from details. He doesn't hold any grudges against the Empire for staining his hands either. He sees it as a necessity. As the saying goes, you can't make an omelette without breaking a few rebel heads. In his off-time, Pasam Molta indulges in drinking, reading, table and card games alongside the rest of his unit. He's very proud of being a Stormtrooper, and carries himself like one. He likes to get up close in combat for maximum firepower. He uses thermal detonators liberally to flush his enemies out of defended positions. Background: Corporal Pasam Molta grew up in a middle-class family and joined the Imperial Academy. He didn't want to be another professional drone in the Galactic City. He wanted to be different from everyone else. He wanted to be a soldier, duty sworn, loyal, and to give back to the Galactic Empire that provided for him and his family. After graduating into his Stormtrooper armor, they sent Pasam and the 231st Legion to the Empire's outer colonies. The 231st under the command of Major General Toshan swept through the sector, stamping out rebel resistance and enforcing the Emperor's law wherever it proved lacking. Corporal Pasam Molta's mind never wanted to linger on the consequences of what he was doing. They taught him at the Academy that if he was going to ready bayonets at the jaws of Hell, his comrades won't hesitate to join him. The sun rose and set. Days turned into months. Months turned into years. Corporal Pasam Molta grew literally, and profesionally. Where his Stormtrooper gear was plain white, was now pockmarked with blaster burns and chipped around the edges. He earned citations and medals on the offense and defense. His highest medal was earned when he jumped on a live thermal detonator. It cost him his arm, a nasty burn wound all around his chest and he speaks with a hoarse voice when he's not using the helmet voice modulator. It is a medal he'd gladly take again if it was in the name of the Emperor and his comrades. His newest orders are to head to Corellia. There's rumors down the vine that there'll be Jedi to fight. Corporal Molta's never seen a Jedi up close, but he's curious if they really can parry blaster shots mid-flight. Personal Goals: To be part of the 501st Legion, or an even more elite unit is Pasam Molta's goal. Obtaining glory and prestige. Player Goals: Blast those rebel scum! Contacts: Lieutenant Colonel Gurluko   2nd Battalion's CO, and for reasons unknown dislikes Corporal Molta with a passion. She isn't his direct CO, but she makes daily life hell for Pasam regardless. She sports a blonde undercut tucked under her officer's cap and is also the head hand-to-hand instructor for the division. Sergeant Larn In charge of Molta's squad. He's been with the Stormtroopers since the end of the Clone Wars. He always has a story to share and wisdom to dispense to his younger squadmates. Corporal Renko Molta's closest friend. Renko is the fire of the squad, brash and always ready to act. He loves to tease and get under people's skins to see how they react. Molta did not see eye-to-eye with Renko when he first joined the squad. Their opposite personalities led into scraps with one another until the day Molta threw himself on a thermal detonator to save Renko.

231st Legion The 231st Legion specializes in heavy assaults, utilizing armored shock troops and overwhelming firepower to achieve their goals. The 231st Legion is split into 4 regiments including one support regiment to perform backline duties. The Legion is currently led by Major General Torak Toshan. Corporal Pasam Molta is part of 1st Regiment, 2nd Platoon, Alpha Squad.