Name: What shall we call you? Include rank if applicable.
Age: How old are you?
Species: What species are you? Cathar? Human? Bothan? Ithorian?
Appearance: What do you look like? Image, Description or both!
Abilities/Skills:

• Can you handle a blaster?
• Can you pilot a ship?
• Can you slice computer systems?

Equipment:

• What do you use to be the man you are?
• What possessions do you own?
• What are your tools of your trade?

Personality/Motivation: What drives you to act the way you do? How has your life shaped you?
Biography: What has happened in your past that has made you the being you are today?
Secrets: Anything you want on your sheet that other characters are unlikely to know?
Relations: Are there any other player characters you know? If so what is the connection?

Name:Rael Tyrn
Age:29
Species:Besalisk
Appearance: Above, typically armed with at least two blasters. Currently without armour.
Abilities/Skills:

• Strong: Like most Besalisk his impressive stature makes him stronger than most sentients. He can even boast that he's stronger than every other member of his species... that he has met on Boonta atleast. He uses this strength to great effect in melee combat.
• Charismatic: His charisma, and way with people is what makes him a good, effective and strong leader.
• Mechanically Savvy: His parents being prospectors, he too picked up on the skill to judge a part by it's worth and dismantle it appropriately or indeed how to put things together to make them more valuable. This includes some skill at demolitions, not as good as someone who has specialized in blowing things up but he can get by.
• Blaster Training: He may not be as good with a blaster as he is with a melee weapon but he knows at least how to use a blaster. He may not be the best shot, but when you have four arms... do you really need to be?

Equipment:

• Combat: In combat he typically carries a bandoleer of grenades and anywhere from two to four E-5 blaster rifles.
• Electrostaff: Always carries one electrostaff, two if he knows he's going into a fight. They're typically clipped onto a harness on his back.
• Plasma Torch: He quite often has a plasma torch clipped to his waist, you never know when you might need one.
• Holotablet: Holotablet... always a good thing to have.

Personality/Motivation: He was born and raised on Boonta. His parents being prospectors who helped found "Tyrn & lock" scrap company when the abundance of material in orbit so unlike most Besalisk he led a pretty static childhood. The war was chaotic, and yet it increased the amount of work that they had to do and increased profits allowwing them to expand and put more money into the economy. He always felt that this was the right thing to do, to make the galaxy better one planet at a time.

Then eight years ago, the Empire came. At first like everyone else he welcomed the end to the war, he found it hard to believe that the Jedi had betrayed the Republic but the evidence was overwhelming. Several recordings being broadcasted found in the temple of the Jedi plotting against the chancellor and even training their younglings to act as agents against the Republic. He now knows that this is likely false and it fuels his anger that the Emperor could twist an order to so pure for his own goals. He doesn't want to see the Republic reborn, it had it's own fair share of flaws. He just wants to see Boonta free once more. He wants the chance for the next generations to have a life he had, full of choice.

Though Aliens are getting less and less choice nowadays, his company even being taken from him just fuelled the fire that already burned within. He won't stop fighting, not till the bitter end.
Biography:

His parents like most Besalisk wanderers were prospectors. Settling on Boonta just before they had their first and only child, Rael. A world with a vast scrap field of ships where people just tended to leave the junk behind was too good to pass up, and unlike Raxus Prime the planet itself was suitable for raising a family. During his early years he didn't see a lot of his dad, as his dad was the one trying to establish the orbital station and processing facilities to try and reduce costs. It put a strain on their relationships, it never seemed to Rael as if he was good enough. So when he was old enough to do something about it other than cry or go in the huff he decided to try and be better.

He began tinkering, he had always visited the ground based processing facility (Within the safety of his mothers arms, or being carried on her back or later with one of his hands firmly within her grip) but he had never really thought anything of it. So he tried to, there was little in terms of public education on Boonta so his education took place while his mother was at work. Eventually she would repurpose an old protocol droid to teach him. By the age of twelve he had dismantled it no less than three times. Each time he put it back together the way it was before or replaced a component with a newer one. This trend continued throughout his adolescent years, with the beginning of the Clone Wars in 22BBY... things changed.

People were called away, the military asked to serve. People from all over the planet signed up for military life to just... get away. The rest of them just didn't care. He initially saw it as a way to better the company and the planet itself. Tyrn & Lock had always been a large employer on the planet, and now with the droid ships being moved into the system by junkers and the Republic vessels... the economy on Boona boomed for the short three years of the Clone Wars. Rael took over the company in these three years, setting up more facilities and expanding the orbital processing plant in a way that his father could never have dreamed off. Everything was coming together, the war had ended. The corrupt and broken Republic had fallen, and the Jedi Knights who everyone thought had been saviors, who seemed to be responsible for the war.

Were no more.

Things prospered, for a time. Though like all things that are truly evil the true Empire reared it's head soon enough. Slavery thrived, Raen became a second citizen even all the way out on Boonta far from the core where humans were the minority. Eventually the Empires machine reached Boonta. A "Efficiency" agent being sent to be shown around the processing and mining facilities on the planet. He deemed that Tyrn & Lock was antiquated and unefficient, the company was then swallowed whole by the Empire. Leaving Rael as just another employee.

He toiled away for two years, until he caught someone stealing old blasters from the husk of an old warship. After confronting them he discovered the Open Circle movement, and hasn't looked back since. As the saying goes throughout the galaxy, the rest is history. Rael quickly moving through the command chain, his knowledge of the inner workings on most of the processing facilities proving invaluable. He also knew what target to hit, when and how. It wasn't long till he lead the movement, something he never saw himself doing. Though he was sure of one thing. The Empire had to be removed from Boonta. Before it's deadly grip crushed the planet.
Secrets:
Relations: TBD

Thule doesn't like the Sector Governor or his second in command Colonel Vale, through he does at least respect the latter's rank. He dislikes that tactics that Colonel Vale employs in order to meet quota's and keep order and hates the fact that the Sector Governor is a corrupt sack of dung that doesn't give enough of a damn about his responsibilities to take care of his own sector.

Name: Colonel Naomi Vale
Age: 30
Species: Human
Appearance:
Abilities/Skills:

• Commander: Given her formal Imperial training and years more or less governing a planet Vale has become rather good at organizing the planets forces.
• Asymmetrical warfare: Vale has spent most of her career as an officer dealing with rebels on Boonta and [REDACTED].
• Strategist: Vale prefers to delegate tactical decisions to her officers rather than doing it herself as he admits herself, she is less detail orientated.

Equipment:

• Flexible forearm data-pad: Given her work load she needs a constant uplink to troop movements and order progressions, she also has a pocket secretary to go with this.
• SE-14r light repeating blaster: While carrying a hold-out pistol is considered standard operating procedure Vale has come to like this particular model for prisoner executions.

Personality/Motivation: Having grown up during the Clone Wars Vale knows what war on that scale can do to the citizens of the galaxy and absolutely seeks to keep that from happening again. Vale absolutely despises the corruption currently infecting the Empire from the top down. The most obvious example being the Governor she is sworn under, whom she has numerous times attempted to have removed for incompetence but has been stymied by even more corruption somewhere higher up the chain of command. She is for the most part a no nonsense individual, while she will tolerate jokes among her officers knowing how good they are for morale. However, she will never participate in them and if they interfere with the task at hand she will punish severally those who think a laugh is above the mission in priority.

Given her time on [REDACTED] she is willing to take control of potentially fatal situation from her superiors if pushed to. While she is well versed on Imperial doctrine Vale will skirt around regulations if she feels that it would allow a situation to be better handled, though rarely does this occur. Vale holds several of the admirals and Moff's above the Governor in high regard especially Grand Moff Tarkin, Vale has numerous times used old tactics of Tarkin's believing most of them to be brilliant. She has met with the man on [REDACTED][REDACTED][REDACTED]. Having been raised on Kuat and being part of a rather rich family Vale's sensibilities are rather high class and usually down looking on men. While joining the Imperial military almost forced her to drop the defiant attitude towards male superiors she still looks down somewhat on her male subordinates believing them to be less than their female counterparts at their jobs.

Biography: Born on Kuat to a slightly less than noble family Naomi was primarily raised by her Telbun father and rather rich mother. This meant that she was imbued with the tradition of their matriarchal society and kept rather pampered as a child. Though as she got into her teens and the onset of the Clone Wars her mother saw fit to prepare her for military service. This meant removing some of her comforts and forcing her to live atleast mildly more sparsely and enrolling her in a military prep academy on Kuat. While initially resenting this decision as she approached age of service she became more keen on the idea as it gave her a sense of purpose, she even convinced her mother to delay her graduation from the academy so she could make up for her more rebellious years and be more prepared for officer duty. She officially joined the then Republic army at age 20 immediately testing into officer school.

She graduated at 21 scoring high marks on every test given to her, she particularly excelled at grand strategy training scenarios where she once managed to beat a simulation of the Separatists in 1 year, 3 months, and 16 days which was a conditional surrender. She was quickly assigned to a non-clone logistics battalion as an officer where she served for the remainder of the Clone Wars and the first year of the reorganized Galactic Empire. After which she was moved to [REDACTED]
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after which she was assigned to Boonta. Having two years of commanding under her belt she became Governor Sarrus's replacement colonel after the last one had attempted a coup. She has served as the commander of the Governor's forces with distinction for over a year. However, the Governor has managed to get his name attached to his subordinates deeds which have resulted in him being given more influence and troops as a reward from the regional moff. This has caused Vale to loathe the Governor and in the year she's been there his life has been in danger only twice, both times being his own fault. Vale's tenure has seen only three minor terrorist incidents and one major one, every time catastrophe being evaded because of Vale's command. Having no faith in the governor has seen that Vale has taken on the responsibility of mining quotas, troop quotas, training quotas, staff quotas, and other various positions falling on her other than being the military commander. To deal with this she has assembled a strong team of officers that allow her to delegate tasks with minimal loss of efficiency. However lately she has been personally overseeing the construction of an ISB base for an incoming agent in an attempt to display her prowess of command.

Secrets: [REDACTED]
Relations: The Governor: Vale's immediate superior is the Governor Sarrus whom she absolutely loathes. While she is fiercely loyal to the Empire the governor has shown repeatedly to be of little use in matters of actually governing, this has lead to Vale essentially becoming the top military leader on the planet with all Imperial forces reporting directly to her and her subordinates while the governor is very rarely actually involved in anything. While she has found a way to make him useful in terms of diplomatic situations he has proved time and time again that he has no knowledge of anything that is not centered on indulgence. However after the last colonel under Sarrus attempted a coup against him, he has since separated his own personal guard from the main military meaning they report directly to him and Vale has no authority over them. This has lead to many issues especially regarding Sarrus's security details and conflicts of orders. These things all culminate in a rather irritated Vale who is constantly looking for a way to have the governor removed through official channels.

Name: Vin Sarrus
Age: 58
Species: Human
Appearance:
Abilities/Skills:

• Political Animal: Ever since he graduated officer's training Vin has always been looking for a way to gain more influence through political gestures and general courtship of generals, admirals, and moffs. He has even managed to sway some criminal elements of Boonta to bribe him and keep the peace, though this has kept out of the public's knowledge mostly.
• Captain of Industry: Ever since his days of being a late teen on Wukkar Vin has always been a unflinching industrialist, making business deals on the Corellian Run made him very rich during his time as one of the senators chief financial advisers.

Equipment:

• Personal energy shield

Personality/Motivation: The governor sees himself above most of the peons of Boonta except those who he considers "enlightened" by high society of the core worlds. Most of the traditions of the residents of Boonta he considers barbaric and outdated with the pod races being the exception. While loyal to the Empire and generally believing humans to be superior beings he is not above stepping on other imperial subjects for his own gain. Some would also say he has a somewhat addictive personality seeing as he generally has some sort of harem at his disposal as well as a craving for spice. The governor is very good at putting up a facade of enjoyment and of being incredibly diplomatic but those who spend any large amount of time with him will tell you he seems marginally passive-aggressive in all his conversations and there is an air of superiority that constantly exudes from him.
Biography:
Having been born to a wealthy family on Wukkar which is situated on the Corellian Run trade route Vic found ample opportunity to learn the trade of a merchant. Both of his parents were incredibly wealthy industrialists who married mainly as a business transaction which would merge both their family's shipping businesses to create a large conglomerate which was able to compete on a galactic scale. As insurance they conceived two heirs to their wealth promising all their wealth when they died to their first born. Vic was the second born. While his childhood was filled with unimaginable displays of wealth he knew early on that he would need to find a way to either usurp his older sister or create his own fortune. While his studies were funded endlessly by his parents near unlimited wealth he still needed to gain actual experience within the world of mercantilism to actually be able to strike out on his own.

This began his work in his parents industry which saw him travelling away from home and seeing nearly every planet on the Corellian Run. Conversely this extensive travelling which ate up the remainder of his youth gave him his disdain for aliens. He saw wealthy worlds run by mainly humans and incredibly poor slums which were mismanaged by aliens who had no potential and even less leadership. This coupled with his parents health beginning to fail and his sister starting to take on the mantle of the business left him increasingly distant with his family. He began forging business relationships through shows of excess and being as relatable as possible. His old young personality began to slip away from his conscious mind as he further pushed it down to become more like people whom he was attempting to court. Just before the onset of the Clone Wars and his parents deaths he made a bid for senator of Wukkar. He was defeated by a member of a rival family who had apposed his parent's marriage all those years ago which lead to his family's business being slowly pushed off-world and forcing the company to relocate to Coruscant.

After the company's move his sister informed Vic that he would be cut from duty as soon as their parents died saying that the company could no longer afford his expenses. Knowing this was a lie and his parents being so close to death he began scrambling for a way to maintain some power. Then the Clone Wars began. Seeing this as a way out and having several contacts in the new Grand Army of the Republic already he quickly graduated from officer school and began his service as a Colonel. This move angered many within the army so he was quickly shoved off into a logistics position. It just so happened that Vic had been doing that already for most of his life.

As the Clone wars neared their end Vic had achieved the rank of Major-General and managed to gain friends in many high places before the Republic was reorganized into the Galactic Empire. But before Palpatine took charge the Venator-class Star Destroyer Vic was riding on to Utapau was shot down by the panicking CIS. While he escaped with his life he received an irreparable back injury which put his continued service into question. Luckily when the Emperor finally took over Vic saw his opening for a new position who could create for himself. He pulled several favors many of which were newly minted regional Moffs and secured his position as Governor of Boonta. This appointment was justified however given his lengthy experience in logistics operations for the Republic and before. The Empire saw to turn the former Hutt world of Boonta into a useful trade hub for moving supplies from the mid-rim to the outer-rim. However, Vic managed to get much more resources then were needed allocated to his new position in order to build Boonta into a much bigger hub then the Empire originally intended. It was after this when the Governor "snapped" and slowly began his decent into debauchery and illicit drug use. During the time that the Empire was still allocating him massive resources he built himself a palace and began work on a Golan defense platform to further justify more spending. It was at this juncture that his colonel became fed up with the excess and wastefulness of his superior that he attempted a coup on the Governor.

The colonel underestimated how much the some of the troops liked the Governor and was easily dealt with in about a week by the loyalist forces. After having the colonel publicly executed Sarrus put in an order for a replacement and rewarded some of those still loyal to him to be his personal guard incase something like that happened again. The Governor at that point descended into his current state as a near useless waste of resources. Seeing as Vale was very adept at her job the regional moff actually saw an increase in export from the planet which he in turn rewarded the Governor with even more resources to further develop the planet.

Secrets: The good Guvna has many secrets, many of which are not for the eyes of those his lesser.
Relations: Colonel Vale: While Vin has a general distrust of all of his commanders since the coup attempt he has found Vale useful. Once he was able to off-load most security duties onto the women he found himself able to be more concerned with the politics of the planet and it's citizens.

Name:Captain Keer Tucker
Age: 37
Species: Human
Appearance:

About 6'4, extremely well muscled and dense
Abilities/Skills:
-Lead from the Front: Despite now being a captain, Tucker will often interact directly with lower troops and even participate in front line combat alongside his men, doing this for so long has given him a knack for boosting the morale if his men
-Ruthless attitude: Captain Tucker is know for his ruthlessness and cruelty when commanding his men, often making grossly examples of those he considers a danger to the Empire
-Courage through fear: Tucker believes his men and civilians should fear him and the Empire as much as they respect them, and often goes out of his way to seed both throughout his assignments

Equipment:
-Standard issue Imperial forearm data pad: Cannot carry a regular one in combat, though prefers to use a larger one outside of combat
-ELG-3A blaster pistol (diplomats pistol): Tucker carries this non-standard naboo pistol out of a liking of its style and it's superior firepower to the standard holdout pistol (always on his person)

Personality/Motivation: Keer Tucker is no stranger to war, he grew up during the clone wars and served alongside the Republic, and now the Empire. He has learned one thing in all that time that encompasses who he is, he learned that he loves war. Tucker enjoys the power war can give him, as well as the authority that comes with being a military man. He enjoys lord img what he has over underlings and civilians alike, using his position to do what he wants without meeting any consequences, and unfortunately for those beneath him Keer Tucker is not a benevolent man. He enjoys violence on both a larger and smaller scale, and is more than happy to carry out morally questionable orders purely for the thrill he gets from causing others suffering.

A cruelly clever man, Keer hides his extreme sadistic tendencies behind a veneer of martial pride and honor he has even fooled himself into believing. To this end his goal is simple, to rise through the ranks of the Empire until he has attained the title of Grand Moff. He is fiercely ambitiousto this end, though rarely betrays those who he considers allies, as he learned long ago burning bridges is almost never a good idea. His ideas of strategy are generally underhanded, improvised and have been known to occasionally break Imperial protocol, but their success rate is undeniable and his creative small unit tactics are what have elavated Keer to where he is today.

Biography: Born on Naboo to a more middle class family, Keer grew incredibly fast, he was already six feet tall and weighed 200 lbs by the time he was 16. Always a brawler, he got into trouble with his parents and others fir the scraps he was almost always involved in, until the clone wars started. After that, the boy became obsessed with the war and the Republic military. He started training hard, and enrolled in a military boarding school voluntarily.

Scoring high in both hand to hand, blasters, and small units tactics he was recommended to officers school by his teachers, and scored relatively well on most subjects, warranting him a position as a lower officer when he was 27.

During the closing stages of the clone wars, Keer led several very successful raids on separatist held outposts on several different worlds, though many above him questioned his rather extreme methods. At the fall of the Republic his promoted several times in quick succesion, partially due to an incident in which his unit was responsiblefor the death of a surviving jedi. His career has now slowed down somewhat, though his very recent re-assignment to Boonta may be his chance to put hid ambitions back on track, especially since his arrival isn't to long before that of an Imperial agent, who he hoped to curry favor with in order to again start rising through the ranks.

Secrets: None (as of now)
Relations: Colonel Naomi Vale: His most immediate superior, Keer considers Vale a capable Colonel, though he believes she is to soft. He similarly believes she should find a more direct or underhanded way of dealing with the troublesome governor of Boonta, believing her attempts to do so through official channels will never work. He has also let her know that he is willing to do most anything under her orders, no matter how risky of questionable (always a good idea to make ones self available to your commanders, he believes)

Name: Jol Vos
Age: 46
Species: Zabrak
Appearance:
Abilities/Skills:

• Leader: Leading his own mercenary company for several years, Jol has no trouble commanding and directing others
• Combat Experienced: Fighting for over half his life on a wide variety of environments has allowed Jol to be comfortable with any weapon in any setting
• Tactically Cunning: Goes hand in hand with the above
• Rabble Rouser: Having helped start a number of rebellions, Jol is quite proficient in being able to stir a crowd

Equipment:

• Modified E-11 Blaster Rifle
• Blaster Pistol
• Many, many disposable commlinks

Personality/Motivation: Having been raised by a family that had always lived on the dubious side of the law, Jol didn't hold any government officials with any high respect. Still, Jol's parents had instilled in him a strong sense of moral conviction that sometimes put him at odds with other persons that shared in his profession. Jol holds a professional attitude when on the job, though was prone to often give out dry and sarcastic remarks. Otherwise he is rather easy going, and doesn't make a point to antagonize anyone if he can help it.

Biography: Born on Iridonia and raised in a family of mostly boys, Jol led a rather rough-and-tumble life, though that was to be expected from any Iridonian. His father was a successful mercenary, a boisterous Zabrak that could never distance himself too far from the adventurous lifestyle as even after officially settling down once his age caught up to him, he became an information broker. His mother was a fence trader, often working with the spoils that Jol's father came home with. As can be imagined, the combination of the two lent to a healthy distrust of authority and their general competence.

Nevertheless, Jol had great love and respect for his parents and his family, eventually following his father's footsteps into becoming a mercenary. Like his father, Jol became a successful mercenary, eventually leading his own band of organized misfits, contracting his group to the Republic during the Clone Wars.

Though he was never really a man that got too involved in the conflicts that he was paid to fight, preferring to leave the politicking to the ones who gave him the credits, the atrocities the Confederacy had committed during the war solidified his views against the Separatists, seeing the Republic and its Jedi as better alternatives than an alliance that allowed figures like General Grievous to lead. Much of the action he faced involved fighting alongside the clone troopers of the Grand Republic Army and their Jedi allies in the roughest fighting in the Outer Rim, though he was also occasionally contracted to help train and lead several rebellions on several different Outer Rim Confederate planets.

When the Clone Wars came to an end Jol continued his mercenary work with the newly formed Galactic Empire, though eventually refusing any contracts from the sometime in 17 BBY after seeing the same atrocities done by Confederates now being carried out by the Galactic Empire.

Jol would continue being a soldier for hire until his ship and crew were impounded on Boonta, where Jol would find himself enslaved and thrown to work into the mines after a drunken insult to an Imperial officer turned into a violent bar fight. Sober, angered, and incensed, Jol put his old skills to use and kindled the feelings of rebellion and unrest that lay in the mines, later helped by an Open Circle agent who had been inserted to do much the same.

The short, bloody, and violent rebellion in the mines would prove to be a failure with the loss of dozens of miners and the capture of the Open Cell agent. However, before his capture the agent entrusted Jol with the single contact that would allow him to reach the rest of the Rebellion. Jol himself and one of his mercenaries would escape the conflict by an Imperial soldier that held Rebel sympathies. Jol would continue the agent's work, and now operates his own cell on Boonta, refusing to leave until the planet was liberated.

Secrets: N/A
Relations: Kal Vos, sister; Ponz Olman, liberator

Name: Kal Vos
Age: 40
Species: Zabrak
Appearance:
Abilities/Skills:

• Demolitions Expert: Tinkering with dangerously chemicals for most of her life has given her intimate knowledge of how things go boom
• Combat Experienced: Has seen a fair share of combat working with her brother
• Cooking Voodoo Magic: Her love of chemistry also helps her whip up amazing dishes from crap ingredients

Equipment:

• Datapad
• Modified E-11 Blaster Carbine
• Holdout Blaster
• Det-chargers

Personality/Motivation: Unlike her brother, Kal takes a more carefree attitude toward everything and is generally more loose. However, she shares the same doubts about governmental competence as her brother as well as his strong moral convictions.

Biography: Born on Iridonia and raised in a family of all boys, Kal led a rather rough-and-tumble life, though that was to be expected from any Iridonian. Like her brother, Kal loved and respected their family, though she was decidedly more rebellious than the rest of their siblings.

She also took an early interest in chemicals, loving how different elements reacted to each other and the results one can achieve from doing so, leading to a great many close incidents during Kal's formative years as Kal experimented with homemade explosives with reckless abandon. She would later put this to use when she also followed in her father's footsteps and joined Kal's outfit.

From then on the two were practically inseparable, at one point literally as they worked in the mines and were chained together. She now works alongside her brother, performing clandestine operations for the Open Circle Rebellion.

Secrets: N/A
Relations: Kol Vos, brother; Ponz Olman, liberator

Name: Ponz Olman
Age: 22
Species: Human
Appearance:
Abilities/Skills:

• Blaster Training: Basics taught at training
• Podracer: Being pod jockey has allowed Ponz to be comfortable at driving at high and reckless speeds, as well as giving him rudimentary knowledge on auto mechanics
• Silver Tongue: Growing up in the households of Hutts and not being put to death for any variety of reasons after several years can be owed to Ponz's quick tongue

Equipment:

• Blaster Rifle
• Blaster Pistol
• Imperial Trooper Uniform
• Plain podracer, souped up inner workings
• Mechanics tools

Personality/Motivation: Despite being quick to temper, Ponz has had years of practice in hiding his every intent and emotion beneath a blank mask. He resents oppression and is naturally rebellious. Otherwise he is quick to throw out a joke and laugh at every minor thing, no matter how funny it actually may be.

Biography: Ponz is a Boonta native and grew up in the shadows of the Hutts. His father was unknown, his mother, who was once one of the many girls working in a local Hutt lord's harem, was brought down to a minor serving position after it was found she was pregnant. As soon as Ponz was old enough, he was put to work, away from his mother.

Day in and day out, Ponz slaved tirelessly working for the Hutt. Never making eye contact with anyone, barely allowed any social interaction, and being given only the scraps left after the scraps that were given to the Hutt's many pets, resentment and hate grew instead of meek submission. He rebelled in every little way he could without risking his life, from leaving tiny motes of dust on a floor to purposefully buying bad foods for the Hutt.

Ponz's only solace, aside from his daily rebellions, was when he was allowed to clean the podracers, eventually being allowed to do some rudimentary mechanical work after the Hutt's pod mechanic had shown some sympathy toward the servant. The mechanic would also show him the basics of podracing, though she never allowed Ponz to actually race.

This would later save his life when the Hutt's palace was attacked by a rival gang, forcing Ponz to hide lest he be caught in the bloodbath. When he was found by the rival Hutt, the Hutt quickly placed Ponz to work as a podracer, having lost his all his racers in a "freak accident" before the annual Boonta Speeder Race. Miraculously, Ponz didn't die or come in last, which made the Hutt let him stay and train as an official podracer for the Hutt.

Ponz would continue to race and not die in a variety of underground circuits for the Hutt, even being allowed to race again in one of the Boonta Speeder Races before he was conscripted by the Imperial forces that occupied Boonta. After completing his basic training, he was assigned as a security detail in the mines of Boonta. Ponz felt uncomfortable and disturbed at seeing the conditions of the miners, seeing himself in many of them and thus when there were stirrings of unrest starting to bubble in the mines, Ponz helped in whatever way he could. Though the minor mine rebellion would ultimately prove to be a failure, Ponz would help two of the rebellion's ringleaders to escape.

Secrets: N/A
Relations: Sha Chel, acquaintance; Vos siblings, superiors

Name: Sha "D/N" Chel
Age: 24
Species: Kel Dor
Appearance:
Abilities/Skills:

• Gifted Slicer: Slicing into secure networks ever since she was a teen, Sha Chel has only honed her craft more and more over the years
• Runner: Can run away from things really, really fast
• Droid Whisperer: Tinkering with the family droids has allowed her to know the intimate workings and wirings of a variety of droid models and types

Equipment:

• Specialized Datapad
• Specialized Computer
• A number of blank IDs
• Holdout Blaster

Personality/Motivation: Sha loves credits. Credits, credits, credits. And spice. Also baddies are a no no. Otherwise she's pretty chill. Likes to party. An alright chick.

Biography:

Basics

• Boonta native, born to minor merchants that were regularly being extorted by a local Hutt lord
• Latchkey child, Sha taught herself how to slice as well as robot rewiring, would often slice into business networks for credits
• Also shits and giggles
• Gets heavily into the party scene, gets addicted to spices of all shapes and sizes and colors
• Local Hutt lord does a massive price hike, parents unable to pay, Sha sold into slavery
• Sha works for Hutt lord as a slicer, now slicing into government and underworld networks for credits
• Also for shits and giggles
• Owner gets killed by another gang lord, Sha now officially employed under new bombad boss
• Bombad boss also Ponz's podracer boss; Ponz is by now a minor celebrity
• They do the sexings, then Ponz gets conscripted
• New bombad boss gets killed after getting on the Imperial's bad side, Sha escapes
• Freelance slicer
• Slice, spice, sex
• Attempts rehab after OD'ing, moderately successful
• Gets contacted by Ponz who wears a different hat now, gets employed by the Open Circle Rebellion

Long Version
A Boonta native from Boonta city, Sha is an urban girl, through and through. Her parents were minor merchants who never had time to really take care of their single daughter, often leaving her alone in the company of droids and computers. As such, being a city girl with nothing better to do, she self-taught herself how to slice and began tinkering away with the family droids.

Should would lead a criminal life, going to clubs when she's underage and selling her skills as a slicer with moderate success.

But the Imperials are all harshing on her mellow, and after being contacted by Ponz who was a total cutie and being offered credits to totally mess with some Imperial dudes sounded like such a good time to her that she now finds herself under the employ of the Open Circle Rebellion with the Day Weather Cell.

Secrets: Slicer Pseudonyms: D/N (Denied), Granted, Fixer, H311B3NT, SSEN (Sugar, Spice, Everything Nice), S33N@
Relations: Ponz Olman, acquaintance

Active since the minor mine rebellion in 13 BBY, the Day Weather cell has been proven to be terrifyingly effective in high risk operations that strike directly at Imperial targets due to the extensive military experience of the Vos siblings, despite initial suspicions about Sha Chel's character and Ponz Olman's background as an Imperial trooper.

Outside of official missions from High Command, the cell still remains fairly active, each cell member often acting independently from each other.

The Vos siblings act as recruiters for the Rebellion, targeting areas under heavy Imperial influence or have a high alien population. They also train fresh recruits in guerrilla warfare, supplemented by basic blaster training by Jol and IED construction and placement by Kal. Because the siblings are often in close proximity and know possible cell members from all over Boonta, both Jol and Kal have agreed to be fitted with kill command chips that can be activated by the current rebel leader at any time.

Ponz Olman and Sha Chel procure a variety of necessary supplies for the Rebellion through their underground contacts. Ponz continues to race with an anonymous identity and appearance in order to create a source of revenue for the cell and the Rebellion. Changes pod ID every so often with Sha's help.

Sha Chel continues to sell her skills as a slicer, focusing especially on contracts that disrupt the Imperials in order to generate revenue for the Rebellion. Has brought up the idea of independently stealing credits from the Imperials and the Hutts, but Jol has repeatedly shot her down in order to create plausible deniability in case she ever gets caught.

She does it anyway under a variety of different pseudonyms, donates most of the credits to the Rebellion as a mysterious benefactor.

She also creates a number of fake IDs for the Day Weather cell for everyday use. High Command refuses to use her to create fake identification for any other members due to her criminal background and latent spice addiction. Instead she teaches other Rebel slicers on how to do so.

All of the revenue the cell generates for the Rebellion run through a number of black market proxies that eventually turn up into Rebellion hands, albeit sometimes a few hundred credits short.

What lovely day weather we're having...

Producer: Big Rebel Honcho

News Station: High Command
Forecast: Mission

Weather Reporter: Contact (n)
Weather Report: Information

Bright and sunny: Everything's good

Rain: Complications

Grey/Black Skies: Light/Heavy Imperial presence

Clear Skies: Allied presence

Lightning: Explosion


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