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Introduction

Full Name:
Prototype Hyper Battle Droid Model 5

Age:
29

Species:
Droid

Gender:
Not Applicable, Identifies as Male

Force Sensitive:
No

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Appearance]



Description:

BD-5's outward appearance seems incredibly similar to the standard B1, structure modified to be tougher and more deadly than its predecessors. It is certainly bulkier than the older models, even the IG-100's can't compare, and as the Confederate's last ditch plan, it was supposed to be much more durable. Through the years however, it's formerly pristine appearance has faded. The CIS logo on its back has been scratched away, replaced by it's personal symbol as seen above. It's surface has been scratched and marked from years of working as a mercenary, rust infecting its mechanical feet from stepping in corrosive liquids. Blood stains it's armour from head to toe, showing it's explosive and violent fighting style.

It's special weaponry include the twin-linked heavy blasters and rocket launcher. This all obviously comes at a price however, encumbering the mechanical giant and making it even slower. The missiles of the rocket launcher can also bring an explosive end to the droid's life if a stray blaster bolt gets lucky. It can be detached however, replaced with proportionate mono-edged blades that it keeps on it's person.

The droid has only one personal accessory on it's person. It wears a golden chain necklace around it's metal neck, the locket holding the picture of it's deceased partner. It holds the locket deeply within it's processors and is seen clutching it in it's large hands regularly. Due to flaws in it's design, it still retains the mechanical and clunky movements of the old B1. Though overall, BD-5 is a huge improvement to any of it's predecessors and would've gone toe-to-toe with IG-100's and Droideka's if it was ever fielded.

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Characteristics

Personality

BD-5 is an inquisitive, selfish and therefore dangerous droid. It possesses high amounts of intelligence, knowledge about the galaxy and it's inhabitants and can rival the expert technicians in the robotics field. It is also the very definition of a miser. It's dreams and values are all based on greed and getting rich fast. It has no care for anything but credits and angers very quickly if it doesn't get what it wants, usually killing the beings closest to it in the process of letting steam. It's aggressive and greedy lifestyle makes it a true loner. It is usually more of a silent thinker and seemingly goes into days of angered silence before finally snappign and destroying what is next to it.

It does show some compassion however. It's former partner, a Corellian by the name of Anna, was the only being it truly cared for and befriended. If the Imperial Stormtroopers hadn't gotten to her, this relationship may have grown into something more (although the Empire strictly forbids relationships between a droid and any organic being, they were both outlaws and mercenaries that wouldn't have cared). BD-5 also shows some kind of pity for droids who have been recently subjected to abuse and memory wiping, usually killing their masters the night afterwards. It is one of a kind in the galaxy.

Fears & Flaws

As stated before, BD-5 is a very selfish being. Even Anna had trouble reaching past that and become it's only special person. It's a true miser, wanting money and usually only money. If it doesn't get what it wants, which is usually credits, it will destroy any who stand in it's way. This flaw has worsened into ludicrous levels after the death of Anna, the calm mediator which kept it together. It will never save anyone else for the sake of it's own skin and is the worse droid you could pick for a team.

Having friends, colleagues or even partners scares BD-5. It's precious connection with Anna was it's first experience in the matter and the last. It fears what would happen if it ever gets that close to anyone that close ever again. This is one of the multitude of reasons as to why it hates being in a team. If it isn't working together with people for mutual survival, it will usually avoid crowds of people and teamwork.

It's biggest physical flaw is it's speed. This is the biggest flaw in it's design and is the one BD-5 is most conscious and worried about. It's top heavy structure and slightly disproportionate legs doesn't make running any easy. The sacrifice of speed for immense strength may have been what the scientists were going for but it still pains the droid when it needs to escape from a situation.

There is also a structural flaw in it's design. BD-5 has a very complex and powerful engine core that is surrounded by advanced but frail coding and data storage. The chips can break easily and if exposed to any corrosive liquids or even water for an extended period of time, they short circuit and break. It's engine core runs on a special type of plasma that is highly volatile. However, it is located in the droid's chest plate, safely burrowed under metal. But there is a weak point in it's lower back where a hastily designed cooling system is kept to keep the core and storage at a good temperature. If hit, the data storage will no doubt be destroyed and engine core explode. The explosion will take anyone within a ten meter radius.

Talents

The Battle Droid was made for warfare and is extremely good at it. Working as a hired bodyguard/mercenary, BD-5 is contracted by people who have a taste for overdoing it and destroying their enemies in a fiery explosion. With it's twin-linked heavy blasters, rocket launchers and E-15 blaster rifle, the droid is armed to the teeth and wields every weapon it's arsenal with expert efficiency. It's precision based targeting systems makes it's over the top armament almost comical, rockets fired at enemies with accuracy rivaled by marksmen. When wielding it's huge mono-edged blades, it can still wreak havoc up close although not as well. BD-5 is a fearsome opponent, not one to be crossed.

The droid is very intelligent, able to keep it's advanced specs working for three decades with only salvaged parts and unreliable tools. As BD-5 was designed to be better than it's predecessors in every way, it was given technical knowledge that could rival expert technicians. It also has an uncanny like for scientific branch of chemistry, able to mix and match different elements to make best bomb for the situation. This intelligence is slightly marred by it's occasional bouts of frustrations at failures. Nonetheless, the droid is very smart and cannot be fooled as easily as others.

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History

Backstory

In a small facility located in an asteroid at the far reaches of space, laid a Confederate outpost. The small network of bunkers and labs contained plans that could've turned the tides of war if they ever chose to implement them, though by then the Separatist leadership was already in ruins. Though this is not their story. Our story lies in Lab 097, the scientists within ordered to design and manufacture a better droid for the Confederate ranks. They spent countless hours and days into the project, believing that their designs could save them from the corrupt Republic. The group researched the countless battles throughout the war, looking at past design flaws and mistakes made by the semi-intelligent models. Exactly one year before their eventual surrender and 20 years before the Battle of Yavin, they designed the first Hyper Battle-Droid.

It failed. Five times they tried to make the perfect droid, all of them didn't hit their expectations. Four of them were sent to the trash compactor while the latest one was kept for research. BD-5 was given it's designation and was the closest to being perfect. Other than it's cumbersome movement speed and individual thinking, it was the closest the scientists got to their aspiration. News of the defeat and surrender of the Separatist leadership halted all research, the personnel of 097 and all who were in the outpost were evacuated and sent to the remaining pockets of resistance. Their research was left behind in the mad rush.

BD-5 spent several years physically deactivated in the facility, learning and maturing over time. It's processors, or "mind", was still activated, left turned on by some rushing scientist. It was still connected to the outpost's database, it's online library containing a plethora of knowledge. The droid absorbed and stored this knowledge into its data banks. It soon learned of its initial purpose, to become a mindless soldier in an army of millions in an attempt to stem an relentlessness wave of Republic troops. It vowed from then on that it would only fight for itself and only itself (it was then BD-5's obsession with money was born). One day, 17 years before the Battle of Yavin, it was represented with a chance to escape it's cell.

A band of pirates and scavengers aboard an old YT-1300 Freighter, forced there way into the compound after a run in with Imperials. They were deeply needing of materials and entered the asteroid field for some kind of reward. They stumbled upon the outpost and grinned to themselves, credits seemingly piling up in their ignorant eyes. Then the pirates found the "deactivated" Battle Droid and almost yelled in excitement. A droid like this could sell for millions of credits. They soon activated it, seeing if the droid still retained function. This was there last mistake. The pirates were slaughtered to the man, blood was shed in those halls. BD-5 stole their Freighter and claimed it for itself.

Though it quickly realised however, that piloting a ship was not as easy as reading about it in manuals. It took BD-5 around an hour to try and lift the ship off the ground. The droid could take the ship apart and put it back again if it wanted to, it could repair anything from the ship's engines to it's landing ramp. But it couldn't, for the life of it, lift it off the ground for a good solid hour. It's large and clunky frame didn't help either, the cockpit was built for organics that weren't as large as the 7 foot droid.

After several bouts of anger and a poor astromech droid scarred for it's life, BD-5 was finally able to lift off and leave the asteroid field using the hyperdrive to escape it's prison for several years. This is when BD-5's long road to infamy and wealth started. Hiding the stupid YT-1300 for later use in the middle of the desert on Tatooine, it looked at it's current wealth. With a measly 1,000 credits (the Pirates didn't have much on them), it's wealth was pitifully small.

After several calculations in the span of only a few seconds, the droid concluded the best occupation. The mercenary business. Although there weren't many independent droids in the occupation, there was enough competition that BD-5's first days as a mercenary wasn't as smooth as it is now. Tatooine, the planet it landed on, became it's main base of operations and information station. As soon as it saw the soldiers in white, the droid immediately began to question about them and learn as much as it could on this "Empire". Learning about it's connection to the Republic and recognising the fact that the "storm troopers" were actually clones, the droid immediately fled Mos Eisley to make base somewhere in the desert.

Sheltering in some abandoned hut in the middle of Tatooine's harsh desert, BD-5 began thinking up future plans. The presence of the Empire ensured future complications but it dismissed the possibility of them knowing what it was. It was more likely that the Empire would dismiss it as some modified B1 used by an enterprising bounty hunter to do it's bidding. And so, the droid set to work, spreading out news of a new "mercenary droid" entering the business, wanting suicide missions for a high price.

BD-5's first job was it's first battle, and the droid didn't disappoint. The job was to kill some Verpine technician that ticked off the wrong person during some dealings. It arrived at it's home with ready blasters, and was almost surprised to see several other mercenaries the technician hired to protect him. They were cut down by the droid's heavy blaster, the rest were picked off by it's salvaged E-15 blaster. The mechanical giant then turned it's eyes towards the quivering Verpine in the corner, pointing a measly blaster pistol at the intimidating droid. It killed the insect with a shot to the head, bringing it's corpse to the contractor to gain it's reward.

Soon, BD-5's name was soon whispered among the higher ups, contractors hiring the giant in the black markets of Tatooine for a high price. From boring guard jobs to exciting sieges to even a bank robbery, the droid became infamous with the lax Stormtroopers of the local garrison. It was then a job came in, a high paying one, from a foreigner in Coruscant of all places! 100,000 credits, more than the droid has earned doing the odd jobs within Tatooine. But the droid dreaded trying to get the YT-1300 up again and entered the Mos Eisley canteen (the canteen owners were sure that no Stormtroopers were around before letting the giant in) to look for a pilot.

This is when Anna came into it's life. Anna, it's partner in crime and only partner it trusted. The Corellian was one in a million, an ace pilot with a killer shot. They spent countless years together, flying around the galaxy with the goal of getting rich and (hopefully) settling down somewhere on some luxury world. The two were infamous, a duo almost unstoppable. Only Boba Fett could rival their infamy and even then, the bounty hunter was hard pressed to get as many loyal contractors that they got.

This all came crashing down however. They were hired by a loyal contractor to take down an Imperial Commander visiting Tatooine for a routine visit. The duo had killed several Imperial officials before (taking down a Moff once, though it was unknown whether it was Boba Fett or the duo who ended his life) and was certain that nothing could go wrong. Tatooine was their base of operations after all, a supposed safe haven. They were ambushed when they landed on their desert encampment, BD-5 taken down and deactivated with Anna taken off planet on a separate shuttle. The droid has never been the same ever again, even when it laid physically deactivated in it's prison in the Imperial ship, it planned revenge on the Empire. For Anna.

LQ-84//Harrison

Full Name:
HRD Unit LQ-84, Assassination & Combat - Chosen Designation: HARRISON

Aliases/Nicknames:
Kabal, Meatdroid, Droid-Clone

Age:
10 (Chronologically,) Physically appears to be in his mid-thirties.

Species:
Human Replica Droid (HRD)

Gender:
Masculine Appearance & Programming

Force Sensitive:
No

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Description: To an outsider, Harrison appears nearly indistinguishable from a baseline Human. Built from bio-fiber and cloned skin, Harrison's appearance, both inside and out, is capable of fooling most simplistic scanners into believing he is truly Human, but this is not the case.

Standing at six feet in height and possessing a trim, athletic physique, Harrison's skin is the only thing truly organic about him. Cloned specifically to fit his body and build, the flesh is merely a surface layer covering a wholly artificial body. Though his heart pumped blood and his lungs breathed air, they were entirely synthetic like all his organs, constructed of advanced bio-fibers. His bones, likewise, are built of high-strength, polymer-covered alloys, enhancing their durability and strength. His bones and organs both register as Human when scanned; however, his muscles, in order to provide Harrison greater strength, were made of a material that registers as an unknown tissue.

One of the few distinct ways to distinguish Harrison from a Human was that his normal body temperature was ten percent cooler than normal, cold enough to kill a regular Human.

The rest of Harrison's aesthetic details mimic that of a Human's almost exactly. His hair is synthetic, mimicking the texture of Human hair while lacking the ability to grow unless specifically programmed to. Harrison's facial features are thin, sharp, and symmetrical with high, narrow cheekbones, a smooth, rounded chin, thin lips, and uncharacteristically bright blue eyes that hide advanced photoreceptors.

Though Harrison mimics a Human in physical appearance all but perfectly, he is noted as looking too "clean" or too "perfect," causing those unaware of his true nature to become instinctively unsettled in his presence.

For clothing, Harrison prefers outfits that are practical and protective. He typically will don a black leather jacket or trench coat over a simple black long-sleeve shirt with leather pants and boots. His coats are lined with armorweave, granting them base protection from blaster fire and melee attacks, capable of even providing [very] limited protection against lightsabers for a short time. His shirt also includes an optional hood and cowl for more covert operations.

When operating as 'Kabal', Harrison would equip Ubese armor as a way to help hide his appearance and mask his true identity from Imperials and other bounty hunters.



Personality: Although Harrison resembles a Human male in appearance, his personality matrix, while remarkably advanced, is nonetheless somewhat alien. True to his nature as a Human Replica Droid, Harrison visually appears cold and indifferent, speaking in a controlled, formal diction while demonstrating a sober and stoic demeanor.

However, as he was designed for high-risk combat and assassination missions, Harrison is infamous for a tenacity and perseverance that belies his mild-mannered temperament. When performing a task, he becomes almost obsessively focused on accomplishing said task, willing to hurt or kill anything that tries to stand in his way. He was designed to succeed - and failure was not an option.

Possessing an incredibly advanced VerboBrain and personality matrix, Harrison can comprehend and mimic a wide range of emotions, granting him a certain level of autonomy and independence that many other baseline droids lack. Capable of fully integrating into normal society, Harrison's mind is designed to document and learn from experiences, constantly adapting itself to achieve optimum effectiveness. However, as advanced as Harrison's emotional 'capacity' is, there nevertheless is a certain element missing whenever he emotes; a 'Human touch' that causes him to come across as awkward and artificial at times.

However, Harrison is observed to possesses a dark, derisive sense of humor and sarcasm, as well as an ample amount of self-assurance, bordering on arrogance. He knows that he was built to be superior, and does not hold back when reminding others of this fact. Proud of his abilities, Harrison is not above taunting opponents with his great strength, sometimes even drawing out the death of a foe merely as a show of his power. Nevertheless, Harrison is not foolish, and will never underestimate an opponent who is a true threat.

On a darker note, Harrison is infamously ruthless and cold-blooded, perfectly willing to kill anyone who either poses a threat, or stands in the way of a mission. Due to his programming as a combat unit, Harrison was designed to not feel empathy or compassion in order to make him a more efficient killer. This can make him unnerving to deal with on a social level, as many people are disarmed by his apathetic nature and willingness to perform brutal, violent acts.

Lastly, Harrison is known to be incredibly secretive of his background and initial programming, disclosing such information to no one unless he believes he can wholeheartedly trust them. This secrecy can cause Harrison to come across as untrustworthy and perhaps even disloyal, though his deep hatred of the Empire defuses most thoughts that he is a traitor.


Fear - Piloting: Though not designed to experience the Human emotion of fear, a crash landing shortly after commandeering his first spacecraft has imbued Harrison with a 'fear' of piloting a ship of any kind. During such periods, Harrison will clumsily assert that he was not designed to pilot spacecraft and will suggest someone else take over for "optimum efficiency."

Fear - Memory Wipes/Restraining Bolts: A flaw that many droids, sentient or not, will sympathize with, Harrison has developed a healthy 'fear' of both memory wipes and restraining bolts. The former has the potential of completely erasing his memory and experiences, destroying his progression towards sentience and eliminating any form of self-awareness he had. The latter takes external control over his entire body, giving the wielder the potential to force him to do anything under fear of an involuntary shut-down.

Fear - Existential Crisis: As professional and indifferent as he may seem, Harrison is constantly battling with the question regarding his self-identity. While objectively, Harrison acknowledges that he is a machine, built only to resemble a Human, his 'mind' tries to convince him that he is a Human. This conflicting paradox troubles Harrison to no end, and can send him into periods of reflective seclusion, during which he will repeatedly attempt to seek a solution to the question of his existence; ending up nowhere.

Flaw - Apathy: Perhaps Harrison's most alien trait that differentiates him from baseline Humans is his aloofness, bordering on apathy. Notably secretive, sharing little, if anything about his personal life or background, Harrison can be seen as untrustworthy due to his lack of transparency and clandestine nature. Similarly, Harrison demonstrates an unnerving lack of pity or remorse in what he does. Fully self-assured in both his actions and thought process, Harrison will maim or kill anyone he is required to, regardless of their age, gender, or species. By not demonstrating compassion, Harrison is able to continue his work without emotional burden or hindrance.

Flaw - Logical Mind: Though not an apparent flaw, Harrison relies on a logical thought process, wholly calculating and astute. To him, events and people are numbers, fractions of an equation. He lacks the creative edge to think "outside the box" and sees things in a wholly black-and-white mentality. Because of this, he can be especially hard-headed and inflexible during certain situations where perhaps a simpler conclusion can be reached.

Flaw - Mechanical Body: As a droid, Harrison's mechanical body can typically be seen as his greatest advantage - which it is in most cases. However, it does not come without its own set of weaknesses. Firstly and perhaps most dangerously, Harrison lacks the human body's function to heal itself. While his skin is organic and can regenerate surface wounds, deeper, more severe injuries require manual repairs. Likewise, Harrison must be routinely examined and touched up on to ensure he is functioning optimally, usually requiring a touch-up or modification of some sort. Lastly, Harrison is vulnerable to EMP, ion, or pulse weapons, with a direct hit shutting him down and sending him into a coma-like sleep until he can be revived and restarted. Similarly, Harrison is especially weak against electricity and sonic weapons, as both can severely disrupt his systems and cause him internal damage. His internal systems, if exposed, are gravely vulnerable to attack, and can require extensive repair and reconstruction to fully mend.

Flaw - Seeks Challenge: Perhaps his most apparent personality quirk, Harrison constantly desires to stretch himself, seek out more difficult challenges in which to test his skill. Whether this quirk stems from arrogance, boredom, or something else entirely, it can dominate Harrison's thought process, sometimes causing him to act recklessly in an attempt to challenge himself. However, this recklessness, while posing little obvious harm to himself has the potential to harm those around him instead.

Flaw - Will Not Be Controlled: Since he was 'young', Harrison has harbored notions towards independence and self-thought. This quirk has not decreased over time and has in fact left Harrison with an even more passionate desire for autonomy. As a result, Harrison absolutely despises it when someone attempts to control him, treating him like a base servant droid. He is his own being and will not allow those he deems unfit to command him.


Mechanical Body: A highly sophisticated and advanced assassination droid, Harrison possesses near-unmatched physical abilities that give him a distinct edge in his line of work. His strength, durability, and resilience have been heightened to superhuman levels, allowing him to physically overpower anything short of a Trandoshan or Wookiee in a contest of physical strength. He has a near-perfect sense of balance and equilibrium due to thousand of micro-gyros embedded in his joints, and his advanced musculature grants him enhanced speed, stamina, and agility. The advanced processor in his VerboBrain exponentially increases his hand-eye coordination, reflexes, and reaction time, making him an incredibly versatile - and dangerous foe to face.

Durable enough to completely shrug off physical blows from Humans with no apparent effect and recover from blaster-fire with little obvious reaction, Harrison's overall sense of pain has been subdued by advanced inhibitors located in his brain. As a result, injuries that would typically be excruciatingly painful to a humanoid will merely cause Harrison minor annoyance, thus not hindering his overall efficiency. However, should his pain inhibitors be disabled, he will feel pain just the same as a Human will.

Harrison's eyes hide sophisticated sensors that allow him to see in infrared, low-light, and telescopic vision, while his databanks record information from these sensors to document and analyze. Advanced behavioral programs allow Harrison to mimic a Human more accurately. He can eat, drink, sleep, and perform any other normal function needed to pass as wholly organic. He is also capable of emulating more "intimate functions" as well, though he sees no immediate reason to activate such programs. The processor inside his 'brain' is loaded with a vast amount of information on tactical assessment data, combat, espionage, and assassination techniques, while an advanced memory bank allows him to distinctly remember nearly everything he has seen, granting him the Human equivalent of a retrievable eidetic memory. His processors also allow him to process and make incredibly quick decisions in a matter of seconds, making him an ideal agent for high-stress, fast-paced scenarios.

Lastly, Harrison's body allows him to survive situations that would normally kill a Human. Firstly, while he is capable of ingesting food and drink, he requires neither to survive. Likewise, while he is capable of mimicking the function of sleep, he only 'requires' 1-2 hours a day to recharge his systems. While Harrison breathes oxygen and requires it to fully operate, he can survive far longer in situations that are either low of or completely devoid of oxygen. Due to greater lung efficiency, Harrison can hold his breath far longer than the average Human, and it is suggested that he can hold his breath underwater for up to 25 minutes unrestrained. His muscular system is highly refined and advanced, with a significant reduction of lactic acid buildup. This allows Harrison to perform far longer than a normal Human could before beginning to fatigue, though Harrison still can grow physically weary should he be physically active long enough.

Combat Training: Upon completion, Harrison was subjected to rigorous training programs to extensively exercise his muscular system, and combat skills to ensure he had all the qualities required to perform his duties. Trained in advanced hand-to-hand techniques, weapons & demolitions training, and acrobatics, Harrison remains an incredibly versatile and dangerous foe. He can capably wield Vibro-weapons, blasters, slugthrowers, and explosives with great efficiency; though appears to prefer fighting hand-to-hand, using his enhanced strength and speed to overpower enemies. Harrison is very clinical in battle, using a result-based and oriented style of fighting that is heavy-handed, heavy-footed, and disturbingly brutal; small-joint manipulation; crushing skulls or rib cages; stamping on shins, knees, necks, or collarbones; snapping heads off; or even tearing a fist through chests.

Harrison's strength, training, and versatility make him an expert at weapons handling. He can adeptly use nearly any weapon he picks up, ranging from small holdout blasters to heavy gatling lasers or rocket launchers. His superhuman coordination and strength allow him to wield multiple weapons at the same time with little hindrance, making him a true marvel on the battlefield.

Technologically Adept: Due to his advanced design, Harrison can capably identify, operate, and repair most any form of technology; ranging from simple devices to advanced hardware and military-grade weapons and equipment. This skill also allows Harrison to better identify his own specifications and design, making him far more effective at self-repair and modification.

Infiltration Techniques: Skilled in infiltration as well as direct combat, Harrison is accomplished at stealth, subterfuge, sabotage, acting, manipulation, and seduction (when necessary). His advanced processors allow him to adapt to a variety of roles as an infiltrator, ranging from saboteur to distraction to assassin at any given moment.

Intelligence: In concurrence with his enhanced physical attributes, Harrison is noted for being both highly intelligent and cunning. Always thinking one step ahead, Harrison weighs out the possible outcomes of a situation at light-speed, deciding exactly what he believes to be the sound choice of action. Notoriously cunning and devious, Harrison is not above using manipulation and guile to achieve his goals in situations where open combat is ill-advised. His disassociation and impassiveness makes him especially skilled in this regard, as he will view individuals as mere pawns in a scenario.

Containing a vast database hooked directly to the Holonet, Harrison is something of a Renaissance man, possessing an adept amount of knowledge in various fields, ranging from engineering and medicine to advanced mathematics and sciences, with nearly anything in-between. His overall intelligence can be aptly compared to that of a computer's: fast, efficient, calculating, but lacking in overall ingenuity or imagination.

Protocol Function: Harrison's VerboBrain is the same model typically used in advanced protocol droids, albeit highly modified. As a result, Harrison can effectively understand and speak a wide variety of languages, while a translator unit implanted inside his brain allows him to document new languages with remarkable efficiency.



Backstory: Unit LQ-84 was 'born' 10 standard years ago, shortly after the Empire had won the Battle of Yavin. Using their already-expansive resources and funds, the Empire began research into Human Replica Droids, believing they could create a stronger, more efficient soldier through experiments and prototypes. Reaching multiples breakthroughs after hiring designers Massad Thrumble and Simonelle the Ingoian, the Empire began to further their development into droid clones, soon hoping their plans would come to fruition.

LQ-84 was initially designed as a combat unit and assassination droid. Pre-programmed with much of the information and knowledge he would need, LQ-84 was eventually activated, almost immediately undergoing a strenuous training program to turn him into an effective killing machine.

LQ-84 performed optimally, meeting the Empire's expectations for what they wanted in an ideal assassin. Beginning field work, LQ-84 would occasionally accompany Stormtrooper squads on a mission, garbed as one of their own, or would serve as a bodyguard to more high-ranking Imperial officials. However, LQ-84 despised the work it was doing, despised being treated as mere property; in spite of its incredibly advanced personality matrix and programming. However, LQ-84 had to bear the shame of its confinement, restricted by an implanted restraining bolt that hindered it completely....or so it thought.

Shortly after its 10th birthday, LQ-84 came upon a realization - that it was not trapped here. It was fully capable and able to escape. And so it hatched a small plan.

Forcibly digging into its flesh to remove its restraining bolt, LQ-84 grabbed the attention of its guard and incapacitated him. Stealing the guard's uniform and key, LQ-84 escaped its confinement, grabbed what very sparse resources it could and commandeered a TIE fighter from the hangar of the Star Destroyer it was housed at. After a close call leaving the hangar, LQ-84 believed it was free...but did not anticipate the quick fire or accuracy of the Star Destroyer's cannons.

Though it did its best to evade the ship-fire, a stray shot managed to destroy one of the fighter's wings, sending LQ-84 on a crash course towards the nearest planet...Tatooine.

Narrowly avoiding incineration from the crash, LQ-84 crawled from the burning husk of the ship, now a free droid, though he knew it was only a matter of time before the Empire would come looking for him.

Possessing the necessary skills to survive in the hostile dunes of Tatooine, LQ-84, soon designating itself Harrison, began seeking gainful employment using his natural abilities. Recovering a suit of Ubese armor from an unfortunate mercenary, Harrison began work as an assassin, first killing for small-time clients; wealthy smugglers or spiced dealers. As weeks went by with repeated success, Harrison, operating under the alias Kabal, lured the attention of the Hutt Cartel.

Realizing that working for the Hutts could provide further security from the Imperials, Harrison began to work for them as a sponsored bounty hunter, earning a sizable amount of infamy on Tatooine and other locations throughout the galaxy where the Cartel had notoriety. Harrison found the work satisfactory, and knew that the Hutts could provide him all the resources he needed to stay on the run from the Empire, and so he remained; avoiding Imperial patrols, eventually leading them to assume that Unit LQ-84...had perished.

However, Harrison's luck was not to last. As was the case across the galaxy, the more famous one became as a bounty hunter, the more enemies he would gain, and the more people wanted to kill him.

His time would come one unremarkable day. The suns were not any hotter, the day glow was not any brighter, there was no especially noteworthy activity going on...It was mundane; it was typical. Stationed right outside Mos Eisley, Harrison was poised to expect most any mercenary or assassin who would try to kill him...but not a sedative dart from a svelte girl.

Before he even realized she was there, a small prick made him aware of a sedative dart sticking out of his neck. Quickly tracing the trajectory of the dart to a Human or Near-Human female, Harrison quickly pursued, using his enhanced abilities to soon put her on the defensive.

The ensuing battle was short, and his chances of victory were notable...until she hurled a piece of scrap metal towards his head, displacing his helmet and revealing his true appearance in full glory. This would not have been a hindrance for Harrison...were there not an Imperial patrol coming straight for them.

Though quickly overpowering one of the Stormtroopers, Harrison knew this was a fight he would not be able to win...they had found him - and he would once more be taken into custody. Submitting to his arrestors, Harrison was taken with the young woman who had just tried to kill him, boarding an Imperial shuttle headed for a penal colony. Whether Harrison could escape again, well...he'd find out soon enough.

Appearance



Description:
Kansi is a Dathomirian of Near-Human appearance. She stands at a height of 5'8" and is of lean and dancer-like build. Born with a genetic defect that made her look more human than usual, the crown of her head bears a vestigial crest of horns that barely poke out from her hair at the best of times, and her skin is a tanned beige, like that of her mother. Her nose is round and her eyes are slightly deep-set, tired and heavily bagged. The only other major hint to her Dathomirian origins is the bright amber coloration of her irises. Her lips are full and her chin is softly rounded, flowing from her straight jawline. Her hair is straight and black.

Though her face and neck are mostly unmarred, her chest and stomach bear the marks of her trade. Beneath her left breast runs a long jagged scar that follows the curvature of her ribs, and another gash runs from below her navel, through her belly button and up to her sternum. She is riddled with scratches, punctures and burns otherwise. She tends towards common clothing. Dark colours and loose fabrics, when off the job, but when on the job she dresses up as her role requires, in addition to hidden inserts of woven plasteel and reinforced ceramics, mostly in the form of a vest.

Characteristics

Personality
Kansi is a big fan of the 'fake it until you make it approach'. In her basest mood, she is spineless and a textbook definition of a pushover. She will pander to please her company, and wear a smile big enough to keep attentions off of herself. She speaks easily enough when spoken to, but rarely pursues a conversation if it is not in her interests. As soon as they stop yappin', Kansi gets to nappin'. When the subject turns to something she is fond of, her company sometimes finds it hard-pressed to disengage her and continue about their business.

When 'on the job' Kansi can become very severe and one-track minded. This can come off as apathetic and standoffish, but it is merely how she deals with and processes her work. It works for her, and that is all she needs. Her trust is hard-earned by the best of individuals, and even then she will still put herself first when the situation is critical. She becomes cold and calculating when she isn't putting on a face or playing a role. She is quick to paint a person with broad strokes, tucking them away neatly into their own little corner before finding out more about them.

Most of all Kansi can sometimes suffer from an apparent lack of filter. She will speak her mind when needed and not sugarcoat things. When confronted, she will most often back down, owing to her lack of self-confidence, but there are times when her blood boils and her fangs come out. Usually when her belongings are tampered with or she is denied a reward for whatever efforts she has made recently.

Fears & Flaws

Fear - Agoraphobia: Kansi grew up in a cramped hovel in the lower levels of Coruscant. Many years in the artificially-lit underworld, coupled with the inadequate but affordable living conditions, have led her to be more comfortable with enclosed spaces and areas of little traffic. She becomes anxious in crowds and cannot stand to be without a roof over her head for more than a few hours.

Fear - Scopophobia: In her line of work, Kansi has learned to be aware of when she's being watched. As a result, she absolutely hates it. Her eyes dart constantly for prying watchers and surveillance devices. Her defect has also conditioned her to think that being looked at was always to bring disgust, and that she should not be in the public eye for longer than she needs. Staring at her too long makes her nervous and draws her ire.

Flaw - Inferiority Complex: Being born defected as she is, Kansi has grown up to believe she is not good enough. She always looked too human for her father's liking, or was always afraid to go out and trade the wares he collected from garbage and scrap heaps. She wasn't the son he needed, and for that she was a curse. In time she came to believe this, and as a result has trouble believing in herself and sees herself as more of a tool than a person.

Flaw - Avaricious: Kansi needs credits like a Bantha needs feed. Everything she does needs to have an outcome that benefits her to be deemed worth the effort. Everything she owns is hers and no one can touch her possessions without her explicit say-so, and even then they are likely to get a few growls for 'handling it wrong'. When she sees something she wants, she doesn't just want it, she lusts for it. Material wealth and gain are like milk and honey to Kansi, and getting tunnel vision over a shiny new stun-glove is not uncommon for her.

Flaw AND Fear - Code of Honor: Kansi was taught and taught well by Annit, the Quarren Wonderthief. The one rule she was taught to never disobey was simple. 'In the great game, there are no rules'. The only other rule, funnily enough, was that taking of life was forbidden, accidental or otherwise. She may be a thief, but she's no killer. As a result of her tutelage, Kansi is terrified of killing or being involved with killing, and will sometimes outright refuse to be involved with such things.

Talents

Heard she took down three Rodians with a Kloo horn. A damn Kloo horn! (Improvised Combat/Close Combat) - Being taught and extensively tested out in the field, Kansi is adept in close quarters using just about whatever she can get her hands on as a weapon. Kloo horns, chairs, welding torches, cutlery and many more, as well as her own bare hands. People say she once completed a contract by dropping an astromech on the target and swiping his belongings while he was out.

We turned the corner, and she was just gone. (Agility) - Being a thief on the run, successfully, carries a certain necessity for being able to get going when the going gets tough. That part is one of Kansi's favorites. Something about the chase and the thrill of the chase has led to her becoming adept at navigating most terrain on foot, and making herself scarce when its needed. She's fast and she's nimble, but as a result she doesn't weigh much. Featherweight, you could say.

I've heard she's a big fan of the name game. (Deception) - Kansi's favorite method of getting her work done is through deception and subterfuge. Hiding in plain sight, changing names, assuming identities and getting close to her target before plunging the provebial knife into their credits account. The tricks of her trade are not blasters and brute force, but practiced smiles and soft words. She can put on a face as well as any other, but can struggle in a role when her original self bubbles over the edges. Her defect makes it easier for her to look human.

Check your pockets, I think the waitress swiped something. (Sleight of Hand) - Kansi's line of work often requires what she likes to call a 'softer' touch. Pickpocketing, bait and switches, sleeving cards and much more are a part of her vast arsenal of dexterous tricks. Some picked up from her time as a street vendor, and some picked up as tools of the trade.

History

Backstory

Kansi was born in the lower levels of Coruscant, where the habitation was cramped and the crime was rampant. Her mother died after giving birth to her, leaving her to be cared for by her father. For years, she grew under the artificial lighting of the Lower Levels, collecting scrap and garbage to re-purpose and sell off for her father. Life was harsh, and Coruscant Security Forces rarely came on patrol to Kansi's neck of the woods, serving only to encourage the barnacles growing on the underbelly of the city above. The slum district she lived in, C8, was popular for being the home of some of the meanest thugs and cartel members in the undercity. But the undercity life weeds out the weak and rewards the strong, and if there is one thing that Kansi knew then, it was that her father was strong.

In an underground city so big that it had its own rain and wind cycles, it was easy to forget there was a world above, and stars beyond the buzzing advertisements and rumbling of great machines above and below. Kansi never knew the surface. Her father always said to focus on the new day, the new pay and getting through the nights without being gutted like a fish. Father was always concerned with survival, saying that he escaped being wiped out once. He never spoke of why. Kansi tried not to concern herself, between being berated and ridiculed. She merely focused on doing as he taught her. Next day, next pay, don't die.

The routine continued just into her teenage years. New day, new pay. New day, new pay. On and on, so they could afford food and shelter. It was a scrape of an existence. Until one day, she sold a half built protocol droid to a rough-looking Quarren man named Annit. With facial tendrils twitching, he asked her to meet him at a rendezvous location for an opportunity to make some 'real money'. She agreed, anything to garner some more credits, but she didn't mention a word of it to her father, and snuck out while he was sleeping through the day's dark cycle. She arrived to the agreed-upon location, the rooftop seating to a local club and Annit sat waiting for her, looking out at the city from his table. He asked her if she wanted to be free of the Undercity but she had never known anything else.

He questioned no further, as another party had arrived. Rodians, and criminal Rodians by the looks of them. Annit told her not to be afraid, but she couldn't help but shake. She questioned herself coming, and confirmed that she was just as useless as her father had said. Annit did the talking, and when negotiation turned south, he also did the fighting. Not a few seconds passed before he had disarmed and dispatched them with his bare hands. Kansi was amazed and frightened. She asked to be taught, to become a specialist like he was. She wanted to be useful to her father. Seeing potential for wealth and reward, Kansi was all too excited when Annit agreed. She was even more excited when he hefted a bag of illicit substances her way, to be pawned off later.

She took to it well, growing defter with every lesson, with every day. New day, new way to earn her pay. By the time that Annit revealed that he was a hired thief, and was training her to become the same, she was far to invested in transforming herself into a tool of monetary gain to be shocked. She took on her first contract and made her first big heist solo, at the ripe age of 18. The remorse she felt was drowned in the sound of credits being transferred. Annit spoke of her proudly, but her father began to question her leaving in the dead of night and why the scrap business was failing. She drifted from life in the Undercity, beginning to take bigger and more complex jobs, even moving off-world to work when she could manage it. She bought herself a nice little hovel of her own, things were looking up.

Her red letter day came years and jobs later, with the offer of a job she couldn't refuse. Annit contacted her with a target she simply couldn't turn up. An Ubese bounty hunter, working under the Hutts on a dry little backwater named Tatooine. Easy mark, easy money. Hitching a ride on an Imperial transport wasn't difficult, she did it all the time when she needed to move herself to and from marks who were more than a puddle jump away. Getting a lift to the Hutt in question's personal abode wasn't that difficult either, no matter where in the 'verse you are, credits bridge the language barrier quite nicely. The difficult part was getting her target alone, and making the 'transfer'. She hated the desert. Hated sand. But the reward was worth it to the point where her sunburns and dry throat didn't even faze her. When her chance finally came, and her chosen method of a sedative did work on her target, 'Kabal', she knew there was a miscommunication in the job description.

The fight that followed was short-lived, but served to reveal 'Kabal' in all his disguised glory, knocking his helmet off just as they stumbled into the path of an Imperial patrol. It was only a matter of time before she was caught in her line of work, but at least she took someone down with her. Previously wanted for a multitude of crimes, such as Theft of Imperial Property, Theft, Grand Larceny of an Imperial Vessel and Trafficking of Illicit Substances, her past has finally caught up with her. How will she slip from the grip of the Empire, and into this new life of constant running? Will the addition of new allies enrich her life, or be her downfall? As a petty thief with an Imperial bounty hanging over her head, and an angered droid at her side, anything could happen.