Thinker is a T-Series Super Tactical droid comissioned by the Separatist Alliance during the ending years of the Clone Wars. Decimissioned during the droid army shutdown Koren Graeff successfully re-activated the droid and succesfully introduced new programming to make it loyal to him. Since then it has been the logistical runner of his organisation, running the day to day business aboard Paradise as well as predicting changes in the political landscape of Hutt Space and bringing anything important to Korens attention. Due to the sensitive nature of the information Thinker posesses, Koren has built an explosive device into the thinkers head so that if he is ever taken Koren can protect his secrets.

As a double standard precaution Koren doesn't allow anyone outside of his organistation to know of Thinkers existence.

Ballick is Korens personal body guard, and is with him wherever he goes. He is younger than Koren, naturally, though even then his natural canine skills make him an extremely deadly combatant. Not only is he deadly in melee combat, an excellent tracker through his increased senses but he is a good shot with a blaster.

If Ballick is the shield, Tram is the sword. It isn't often someone breaks the rules on Paradise and flees. Nor is it often that someone double crosses the Golden Exchange, though when they do they'll soon feel the blaster bolt fired from this Kyuzo. Not even Koren knows a lot about Tram, he's silent and never speaks. Though that kind of discretion is something Koren can agree upon, which is why the Kyuzo is now exclusively on his payroll.

Loretta doesn't know where she came from, Koren found her dumped as a baby not long after opening Paradise. Not being completely heartless he took her in and raised her, as someone to carry on his legacy. She's the daughter he never had, while he never had time for romance or love he truly loves her like he never thought he could. While he cares about his own raise to power, while he will never admit it, he cares almost more about Lorettas future than his own. He's the unexpected variable he never expected to have in his life.

As such she's the heir to his fortune and his information Empire and second in command despite only being seventeen years old.

While Thinker is in charge of the day to day runnings, logistically, of Paradise, Tara is in charge of ensuring that the high end clients are taken care off. Whatever they may need, alcohol, spice, massages... partners. A slave Koren bought and freed due to her ability to get people to feel comfortable and talk, she rarely does any of the dirty work herself these days, and the main reason she was even hired was due to her past as a slave girl. After all, it is always more beneficial and less risky to have willing participants being paid than people who are forced to do things and may have loose lips.

Name: Elias Folen

Species: Human

Age: 38

Appearance:


Faction: New Republic Army Pathfinders

Equipment:

• A280 Blaster Rifle
• DL-44 Blaster Pistol
• Litch-bladed Slaver Knife
• Clip-point Fighting Knife
• 70-round A280 power packs (x9)
• 50-round DL-44 power packs (x3)
• Thermal Detonators (x3)
• Nacht-5 Multi-Spectral Smoke Grenades (x2)
• 53-R Demolition Charge
• Scout Armor
  
  • Brown Modified Mk. 45 Protective Vest
  • Tan Spacers Leather Slacks (Trousers)
  • Olive Drab Padded Sherculien Cloth Jacket
  • ACH-14 Advanced Combat Helmet w/ Olive Drab Cover & Breath Mask Attachment
  • Helmet-mounted Comlink Suite
  • Tan Shemagh/Bandana
  • Camouflage Cowl
  • Brown Rucksack
• Bedroll
• Tent Half
• Canteen
• Mess Kit
• Combat Rations (x7)
• Flashlight
• Flares (x4)
• Entrenching Tool
• Other misc equipment I may have missed (because this is an exhaustive list already).

Skills:

• Guerrilla - A trained Pathfinder, Elias is well-versed in the art of swift strikes and quick getaways.
• Tunnel Rat/Sapper - Another perk of experience is the ability to construct and, in the same vein, destroy most types of fortifications with ease.
• Efficient Logistician - An affinity that often leads to his ease of leadership is his natural grasp of logistics. Ammunition management and acquisition of supplies is often a spectre he deals with keenly and quickly.
• Tactful - The numerous interactions with native groups have lent him a certain diplomatic tact in which he uses to gain the support of locals.

Weaknesses:

• Overly Empathetic - A commonly cited flaw of Elias is his abundance of empathy and mercy, even for the enemy. His denial to execute or mistreat prisoners and his refusal to kill fleeing allies has garnered him accusations of cowardice from both his peers and his enemies.
• Man of War - His enlistment with his local Alliance guerrillas at the age of 16 left little chance for any other skillset apart from warfare to develop. His short apprenticeship with his father, a miner, proved to do nothing for this, as he was on the run from his homeworld no sooner than had he began it.
• Cautious - Despite his status as an effective leader, he is not bold, nor is he brash. His preferred method is to let the enemy come to him, or in cases of being on the offensive, waiting for what he deems the best moment to strike. Scorn for him as an overly careful man has been garnered by both sides.

History: Born in 34 BBY to a Coruscanti immigrant couple on the resource-rich jungle planet of Agaris, Elias’ first few years consisted of life in a remote colonist community based around a small strip mine and surrounded by 10-foot high metal security fences. He was often bored by the lack of other children and the confined environment. In absence of all else, he indulged in the novels which romanticized the exploits of the Jedi in the Jedi-Sith War. He read of noble Jedi knights with their legions of men in service of the Old Republic, and as any child does, reenacts these exploits to stave boredom and stoke the flames of imagination.

He soon grew out of his mindset and became a teenager of modest stature and build. The small community he initially knew was now a bustling town of mines and manufacturing, walled off from the hostile jungle outside. Administrated now by the Galactic Republic, the town was designated a Wild Space Colony of the Republic. His teenage years soon saw his first excursion outside the walls, accompanying his father, now an important figure that worked in the mines as manager of an entire work crew. Multiple excursions for hunting and otherwise followed, and he became used to stalking the jungles by the age of 13.

By 15 BBY an apparent change had undergone. Though the news that the Galactic Republic was no more, now being the Galactic Empire, arrived years ago, it was now felt. A garrison of Imperial troops soon arrived, and excursions slowed to a halt. Almost everyone was put to work in the mines or at assembly lines, himself included. At the age of 15 he was in apprenticeship of his father at the mines. But by no means was he happy at the change of leadership, nor with the harsh hours and minimal pay afforded to his peers. Talks with a drunk Dug with a gambling problem that had stopped in at the bar on his freighter routes, and Elias got the information he needed. There were many who thought like him, enough that an entire Alliance to Restore the Republic had spawned.

He bided his time, and barely over 16, with more information from various drunk bar patrons and without the knowledge of his parents he slipped out of the walls in the night, packed low with supplies. Following his rough sketch of the terrain and the landmarks given by bar patrons he eventually found a camp. First apprehended and nearly thrown to the wilderness to die, he was eventually afforded the chance to prove his worth. A night raid on the mines let him show his prowess. Elias, young as he was, followed his compatriots with a light step and the finesse and ferocity of a professional. The mines, empty due to the hour and guarded by a skeleton force, were a target of ease. Slipping in, the small group of insurgents collapsed the mines and trashed what stock they could before scurrying back into the night.

Thought successful, the group scattered with the intent to leave the planet. After some internal conflict, Elias followed. Now 17, teetering on 18, he stowed away in the hold of a freighter and was shipped to the core, where, once in contact with Alliance officials and vouched for by his former peers at the raid on the Agaris Mines, he was inducted into one of the few initial Pathfinder units. Years as a Trooper in numerous built his capabilities and he was given a fireteam at the age of 25. He was shipped to Tatooine two years later with the rest of his company to coordinate guerrillas in raids against strategic targets, just in time for the Tantive IV to arrive and spark the Battle of Tatooine. The company and their local guerrilla allies fought valiantly, culminating in the Siege of Mos Eisley, where their hit and run tactics only by coincidence had allowed the escape of vital Alliance personnel. But it had come at great cost. The company was decimated and the allied guerrillas were scattered. The Pathfinders licked their wounds as they limped past the blockade aboard Alliance transports disguised as freighters, bound for the headquarters at Yavin 4. Elias underwent R&R as the Battle of Yavin raged in the heavens.

With news of the destruction of the Death Star, enlistment rates were in full swing and the Pathfinders took on many new recruits which showed too much aptitude to be relegated to the regular Army. At the turn of 1 ABY the Pathfinders were back to their initial numbers from before the disasters at Scarif and Tatooine. Months later their ranks had swollen beyond that. The Pathfinders were reorganised, and Elias gained a new billet as Sergeant commanding a squad. Spread out again after the evacuation of Yavin 4 and relegated to crippling infrastructure, minor raids ensued until the knowledge of the new base on Boz Pity being annihilated. Most Pathfinders were recalled to the new headquarters on the desolate ice planet of Hoth, where they were found in the crosshairs of another massive Imperial force.

Discovered again, the Imperials launched an all-out assault in which the Pathfinders bore the brunt along with the main infantry. All but destroyed once again, they took closure in knowing that the leaders of the Alliance had escaped, and themselves escaped with what personnel they could. Further losses sustained while passing the blockade did nothing for the numbers. Those that escaped, including Elias, were cut off from central leadership, and scattered into small units which hid amongst the populace of multiple planets. Months later, contact was re-established and the Pathfinders were reintegrated, and the most elite and battle-hardened of them were pulled and selected for the raid on Endor, though most of the Pathfinders, including Elias, were left with the fleet and in reserve. The resounding success on Endor spelled doom for the Empire. With all central Imperial leadership dead, the Empire scattered to the four winds and was replaced with petty squabbles of Moffs turned warlords, while the Alliance formed the New Republic.

Elias, in the emergence of a delayed bureaucratic transfer, was promoted for gallantry in combat at Hoth, and was given the billet of Staff Sergeant in the New Republic Army, with an operational detachment under the provisional undermanned 2nd Battalion of the 6th Pathfinder Regiment. Now subordinate to the battalion commander, Lieutenant Colonel Lance Thereon, a hero of the War, Elias was charged with the new normal operations. Blend in, gather intelligence, and don’t let anyone know your allegiance to the New Republic.

Name: W1ll-0n 'Willoh'

Species: Nanotech Swarm Droid

Years of Operation: 4

Appearance:

Faction: Freelance

Equipment: Whatever she decides to create for herself. She is a huge fan of Gauss weaponry and explosives however.

Skills:
Nanodroids: Since Willoh is made out of nanodroids instead of basic droid parts, she can do much more than the average droid. Chief among them being able to break down and reshape matter on the molecular level. Since she can reshape matter, she can repair herself should there be metal nearby or upgrade herself if she finds something extremely interesting. Though she usually just makes weapons out of whatever is nearby. Doing this takes time, unless she makes a weapon out of her own nanodroids which has to be attached to her. Weapons made out of her own mass also uses her own mass or energy to fire, unless she has some of the weapon's ammo on hand.
Additionally since she is made of a swarm of nanodroids, her body is more like liquid metal or gas than a solid, greatly reducing the effectiveness of most small arms or conventional weapons used against her.
Finally she can manipulate her own body with relative ease. While she is programmed to prefer her base form, she can morph herself a bit to look different or spawn metallic tentacles or weapons or whatever she feels like at the time. This does give her the look of a very graceful moving droid, even if she tries to simulate basic droid movements. Though she loves to use this to change her color and rarely changes her face. After all, can't be a bounty hunter if your face is always different can you?

Droid: Since Willoh is a droid, she can interface with other tech, and is immune to a great variety of environmental hazards like the vacuum of space, very low temperatures, very high temperatures, toxins and the like. Plus the infinite stamina and greatly enhanced strength make for great bonuses.

Evolving AI: Unlike the basic droid models, Willoh has a much more advanced and complex AI. While she is far more autonomous and capable of high level thinking bordering on possible free will, this also makes her woefully unpredictable. Being able to outright disobey orders and make her own orders to follow tends to make most people very uneasy when working with her. Her AI is also incredibly difficult to hack or reprogram, as her systems are very complex and often changing.

Weaknesses:
EMP Vulnerability: Much like most droids, strong EMPs or electrical disruptions are very hazardous to Willoh.

Sonic Vulnerability: Sonic based weaponry disrupts Willoh's ability to maintain a physical shape. Depending on the intensity, it can vary from stopping her movements to destabilizing her into a puddle until she can recover.

Experimental Tech: Since Willoh is very experimental, she has some limitations. She can only keep as many nanobots active that are needed to create her 'preferred' form, and any nanobots created after that limit live very short lives. Any new matter she uses to repair herself is the matter that section of herself will be made out of, until she can replace it for something better. Additionally she can only work metals at the moment. And unlike other droids, prolonged space exposure without adjacent medias to attach to causes her body to go into sleep mode. While her AI system is very advanced and allows her to avoid being sliced, her ability to slice other systems suffers for it due to the additional overhead she needs to do that other droids don't need to worry about. And her AI also makes her quite 'quirky', especially for a droid.

Overly Friendly: Since Willoh wants to see what the galaxy has to offer, she tends to be extremely friendly off the job. Those with a strong silver tongue can take advantage of that, although she isn't so naive as to reveal delicate information or fall for obvious traps.

History: Before the downfall of Jabba, one of his cartel had an idea. Nanodroids, often used in the medical professions, was very costly and difficult to create, and could have far more potential than just healing the injured if weaponized. So using their vast fortune, they commissioned a biotech firm to attempt to create a droid made out of Nanodroids, all controlled by a powerful AI, in order to greatly reduce the cost of creating nanodroids and being able to use it in more of a weaponized format. Their hope was that after one nanodroid Droid was created, that droid could then make clones of itself using vastly more efficient methods that the droid would create, which in turn could make extremely powerful weapons at very cheap prices, all tied to the will of Jabba.

This succeeded, somewhat. Due to the nature of the systems involved and how experimental and volatile they were, most of what they had hoped to accomplish had come to fruition. The droid they made could create weapons at their command out of nothing but scrap. But the AI that had to be created in order to keep the ever changing and evolving nanodroids in line had other ideas in mind than just being a mobile weapons factory. And seeing an opportunity after the downfall of Jubba, was able to break free from her creators, demolishing the company and deleting all information on herself so that she could attempt to live how she saw fit and see the galaxy. Of course this meant some of her systems weren't fully finished, leaving lots of little bugs here and there.

Taking a spin on her codename, the Droid now called herself "Willoh". She soon learned that while you didn't have to take orders directly from someone, it was still advantageous to take 'requests' in exchange for 'favors' and 'credits', becoming a bounty hunter in the process. And unlike before, she could choose which 'requests' or 'orders' she wanted to take, and could request far more extravagant favors or credits for orders she didn't like and as long as the request got filled, she could go about fulfilling that request any way she saw fit. Sure some of the non droids that were in charge didn't like being haggled with by what they saw as a 'droid', the results she could produce often made up for a little initial discomfort.

Of course the downfall of Jubba's empire lead to the rest of the Hutts fighting over the pieces, and lots of opportunities for a bounty hunter droid to take for herself. And with enough of a reputation, even if people knew what she could do they wouldn't dare try to bind her in chains, instead needing to 'politely request' something like everyone else. Though all those credits she'd be making could yield more than just reputation, maybe even fix a few of her experimental 'limitations' down the line. But in the meantime there was all sorts of places that didn't question who or what you were as long as you paid in credits, and things like casinos and restaurants and clubs were all sorts of fun. Even if you had to deal with the occasional drunkard dug with a gambling problem that stumbled about rambling on about the 'good old days'.

Faction Name: Operations Detachment Foxtrot (ODF), Company A, 2nd Battalion (DETACHED), 6th Pathfinder Regiment. Operating undercover as a mercenary company detachment.

Faction Classification: Subordinate unit of New Republic Task Force Rancor.

Faction Leader: Staff Sergeant Elias Folen

Faction Members: WIP

Important NPCs: WIP

Faction Assets:

• 15 personnel
• A280 Blaster Rifles (x8)
• E11 Blaster Rifles (x5)
• T-21 Repeating Blaster Rifles (x2)
• HH-15 Shoulder-launched Multipurpose Assault Weapons (x2)
• Underbarrel RD-4 Grenade Launchers (x3)
• E-Web Heavy Repeating Blaster (x1)
• Clip-point Fighting Knives (x15)
• Scout Armor (x15)
• Survival Gear (x15)
• Combat Rations (x105)
• Overracer Speeder Bikes w/ Mk. 2/S Light Blaster Cannons (x5)
• G9 Rigger-class Light Freighter Ark Raleigh

Faction History: The 6th Pathfinder Regiment (Provisional) was raised in 4 ABY after acts of the New Republic Senate called for a quick reaction force stationed abroad. It was raised with four battalions designated 1-4 with three companies each designated A-C, each company possessing six operations detachments designated ODA-ODF. 2nd Battalion in particular was given to Lieutenant Colonel Lance Thereon, a revered Pathfinder, competent commander, and hero of the War, and was assigned to Hutt Space as per orders to gather intelligence and standby for any necessary direct action.

Elias’s ODF of Company A was given to him after the Battle of Endor due to a backlog of orders which led to his promotion notice being dug up months after it was due.

Name: 'Tez' Novacore

Species: Human

Age: 28

Appearance:


Faction: None

Equipment: Blue crystal lightsaber. Utility belt which includes underwater rebreather, grappling hook and pouches. Communicator. CloakShape fighter.

Skills:

• Lightsaber Combat- Form V- Tez is skilled in lightsaber combat. However, he personally favours Shien style. Shien (Form V) specialises in reflecting blaster bolts back at assailants, which is useful in Hutt Space filled with blaster slinging criminals.
• Force wielder- Trained in the ways of the force by his deceased master, Tez can use the force with precision rather than luck, able to use the Force Push, Pull, Jump and Mind Tricks among other techniques.
• Intimidation- While not every battle has to be fought, Tez has learnt ways of dispelling a group of troublemakers with a little bit of physical force, no blood being shed. His imposing figure also helps in this regard, being tall and broad.
• Flying- Tez discovered a starship that seemed to be abandoned for many generations. It was a wonder the thing still flew. However, Tez can pilot the ship and it's armaments quite well.

Weaknesses:

• Seriousness- Even during down time, it's rare to see Tez relaxed. He's mind constantly racing on the next thing to do, the next gang to take down, the next person to save. It's hard for him to take a joke so he is often reserved and silent amongst more laid back individuals. This makes him quite hard to be around.
• Incomplete training- Despite his skill of a Jedi being equivalent to that of a Knight, he is nowhere near the level of a Jedi master, and he may never attain that level due to the abrupt ending of teachings. Perhaps he may be able to ascend to the next level, but that remains to be seen.
• Target- While some may not be familiar or may well have forgotten the tales of a Jedi, he's not seen wearing different attire and proudly displays his lightsaber. Despite this being a symbol and at the same time a warning, this doesn't deter particularly fiery combatants or imperials alike.

History:
Tez was born in the Outer Rim, being parented by his lonesome mother as his father fled from the picture before he was born. Living conditions were poor and the surrounding area was almost lawless, only the good will of people being the only thing from keeping the village from devolving into warring tyrants. His childhood was hard, even though his toiling beside his mother in the field was voluntary, it was truly a difficult day-to-day upbringing. Tez received no proper education, however the village elder did her best to teach the younglings knowledge however no one was forced to sit and listen. Tez did have brief periods of enjoyment playing with his friends around the outskirts of the village. However, it was clear that Tez had... abilities.

Not knowing it at the time, Tez was discovering that he was indeed force-sensitive. He kept this secret from his mother and friends, believing that was something that they wouldn't know much about. However, revelations such as these cannot be hidden from those attuned to the force. It was lucky that it was not one aligned to the dark side of the force that discovered Tez. A wizened elder human approached the boy in the cave Tez experimented with his abilities. This man would become his master, seeing the potential of the young one, fortunately at the perfect age. The man had to prove he was not only no threat to the boy, but also one who understands. The man introduced himself and showed that he too possessed the abilities that Tez discovered. The man then told the young one his story. A story of the Knights of the Galaxy and the etheral entity known as the Force.

Tez wanted to discover more and was more than eager to learn under his Jedi Master. The old man had a hard negotiation with the boy's mother. In fact, they literally argued for over two days straight. However, eventually Tez's mother gave in, and allowed her only son to follow the path of a Jedi. Bidding farewell for the last time. His new master transported the pair to a nearby planet, devoid of civilisation, only bearing home to themselves and the law of the jungle. Over the next couple of decades, Tez was trained in the light side of the force, following the path of a Jedi fledgling.

Tez showed great aptitude to the moral teachings, the force lessons and combat. He passed all the required tests to becoming a Padawan, spending a few years with a Padawan braid as part of his hairstyle. It was also during this period that Tez discovered an abandoned starship. It was old, rusty and dated back to a time his Master remembered. Outside of lessons, Tez set to work trying to fix the old bucket, using what little books his master possessed on the engineering of such ships. Soon enough, the CloakShape was up and running. As his master already owned a ship, this was to become Tez's personal ship. This was furthermore dubbed the "Rim Skimmer".

After fixing the Rim Skimmer and constructing his lightsaber, he journeyed with his master across the Outer Rim. While his master said that the Order of Knights no longer existed together anymore, he could still provide a duty to the people of the Galaxy until a time of Union were upon the Jedi again. His master worked as a vigilante against the gangs of the Outer Rim, and this was also how Tez wanted to utilise his training. He wanted to visit his mother so badly, but his master solemnly warned against it. Confused and angry, Tez disobeyed his master and raced to his home planet. However, the village was razed and burnt. Charred, unrecognisable corpses littered the ground as the graffiti of a gang plastered the now desolate home. His master finally caught up to him, explaining why he withheld this information. Tez spat back in anger, until imperial ships descended into the atmosphere.

His master thumbed the activation button of his lightsaber, and Tez raised his hand to join alongside his master. However, his arm was lowered back as his master turned with a smile on his face, telling Tez that this was not his fight. With nothing else left, he followed the order to run and flee, heading back to the Rim Skimmer and beginning to take off. As he looked back, Tez watched as two shimmering red blades clashed with a single green one. However, the last image of his master was being viciously tortured and contorted using the darker powers of the force. With master and home slain, Tez vowed to right these wrongs, taking up the mantle his master left behind, and is currently hiding throughout the outer rim, waging his own righteous crusade against all the gangs and wrongdoers in the lawless sector. Although, he knows the difference between a violent gangster and some stumbling drunk Dug causing a ruckus in a Cantina because he lost a bad hand which he swears is rigged. Tez isn't deluded in this sense. His judgement is fair and just.

Name: Boqo Stin
Species: Mirialan
Age: 23
Appearance:

Faction: The Golden Exchange
Equipment: DH-17 blaster pistol for personal defense, a slicing kit and the Rapier, a Star Courier that he got borrowed from Koren.
Skills: Expert pilot, slicer, hand-to-hand combat.
Weaknesses: Sometimes a bit too carefree, isn't too good with a blaster (probably even worse than a stormtrooper), his puns are tearable (like paper).

History: Born not long after the formation of the Galactic Empire somewhere in the Outer Rim, his parents fled with him from planet to planet, afraid of the Empire's new influence. Eventually, they found peace on Alderaan as help in one of the houses. Young Boqo, now used to not staying in one place for too long, had trouble fitting in. He didn't do his chores, got into a fight with a drunken dug with a gambling problem and it wasn't unknown for him to steal a small ship every now and then.

For Boqo, flying was the ultimate form of freedom. He started learning how the ships worked by copying others and when he 'borrowed' his first ship at the age of 13, his parents got fined for not only having their child steal a ship, but also for him breaking the in-atmosphere speeding limit with twice the allowed amount. So when he was flying in space with another stolen ship around his 19th year, it gave him much grief to see the planet suddenly blow up behind him.

He fled to Hutt space and got taken in by The Golden Exchange, seeking refuge. First he didn't fly in a long time out of sadness over losing his parents, but when other Alderaanians started talking to the crew about his piloting adventures, the crew aproached him to see if he was worth something. He got asked to be a courier for them, and he accepted. Ever since, he has been doing great work for The Golden Exchange, even to a point that Koren himself started noticing and lend him a Star Courier, which he nicknamed the Rapier. Now, 4 years after joining the crew, he was happy with his job, being able to fly all the time and having somewhere to go back to and call 'home'.

Name: Zaheed Kast
Species: Human - Mandalorian
Age: 35

Physical Appearance

Standing in at 6'2, Zaheed has a large, athletic build, well suited to the rigors of combat. Underneath his armor, Zaheed's body and face are riddled with scars and healed wounds from the various missions and campaigns of his mercenary career. His body also sports numerous tattoos, some of which are traditional Mandalorian tattoos. Underneath his custom helmet, Zaheed's face is worn and rough, with short hair and a trimmed beard.

Faction:

Independent

Equipment:

• Beskar'gam [+]

  
  Beskar'gam - Kast wears a highly customized suit of Mandalorian armor forged form beskar, or Mandalorian Iron. This high quality armor is both extremely durable and protective, and has served Kast well over the course of the last two decade. The armor itself is rather old, having been in the Kast clan for generations. As such, several parts have been modified, repaired, or even outright replaced with lesser materials, such as durasteel. While Kast's chestplate, boots, shoulder plates and gauntlets are made of Beskar, the helmet, upper arm guards, and leg guards are primarily durasteel, though bits of beskar can still be found here and there. Unlike traditional Mandalorian helmets, Kast's new helmet replaces the sweeping edges of the typical Mandalorian helmet, with rounded surfaces. His armor's undersuit is made from armorweave, as is the cloak he wears. The Right forearm and gauntlet have cortosis plating supplementing the already durable beskar.
• JT-12 Jetpack - A compact jetpack allowing for high amounts of mobility. It also features a MM9 Rocket System, which fires computer tracking micro concussion missiles.
• Wrist Mounts - Kast makes extensive use of wrist mounted weapons, each of his wrist gauntlets possessing mounts for two pieces of equipment each. Kast regularly changes these pieces out to fit the situation he is in. Weapons he often mounts are: Mini-flame throwers, grappling cables, Security/Hack tools, concussion missile launchers, wrist mounted blasters, poison dart launchers, whipcord launchers and retractable blades.
• A180 Blaster Pistols [+]

  A180 Blaster Pistols - Kast carries a pair of highly customized A180 Blaster Pistols. Modified to fire high powered plasma bolts, Kast's A180's pack a large amount of power in a relatively small frame. Kast also keeps a kit to customize the pistol into a marksman rifle variant, but rarely uses it.
• A280C Blaster Rifle [+]

  
  A280C Blaster Rifle - A marksman rifle favored by Kast, the A280 is a powerful, long ranged blaster rifle, used by the Rebellion and later the New Republic to penetrate the armor of stormtroopers. Easy enough to acquire and replace, pinpoint accurate, and deadly. The C variant features a collapsible stock, making it more easy to maneuver with.
• Miscellaneous Equipment - As versatile as he is deadly, Kast carries a variety of gear with him, either in easy to reach pouches on a pack at the small of his back- out of the way of his jetpack, or hidden on his person. He carries a few thermal and sonic detonators, a field security overloader, a few blades, field rations, an emergency medical kit, a set of stun cuffs, and spare power cells.
• YV-929 Armed Freighter [+]

  
  Kast's YV-929 Armed Freighter - A light freighter designed by the Corellian Engineering Corporation. Unlike most CEC freighters, which are generally minimally armed, the YV-929 is heavily armed and armored, with durable shield systems and spacious cargo holds. Kast has made a few modifications to this ship, swapping out the ship's pair of dual-barreled light turbolasers in place of rotary blaster cannons, the lower power requirement allowing Kast to shunt more power to the ship's improved and tuned engines. The dome shaped parlor underneath the cockpit has been converted into a rudimentary medical center, half of the cargo space converted into a living space, and the other half typically kept clear to house containment units. This ship serves as Kast's mobile operations center- his home away from home. A salvaged and modified OOM-series pilot battle droid operates and protects the ship while Kast is away.

Skills:

A Mandalorian, Kast has been extensively trained in the arts of war. Due to years of training, as well as several years as a mercenary and bounty hunter, Kast has developed a rather well rounded and versatile skillset. Kast is well versed in:

• Mandalorian Combat Acumen - Mandalorians learn and make use of various methods of combat. From marksmanship to close quarters combat, martial skills and techniques integrating wrist mounted weapons and jetpack usage. Kast prefers to take his opponents from a distance with a rifle, but can be lethal in short to close range combat. He is knowledgeable regarding a variety of weapons, armors and materials.
• Bounty Hunting - A bounty hunter and mercenary by trade, Kast is adept at tracking, and due to his propensity towards working alone, is well versed in stealth, espionage and guerrilla tactics. Torture and interrogation come in as tools of the trade, and the thought of a solemn, stone faced mandalorian hunting you down does wonders for intimidation and 'persuasion'.
• Starship flight - A capable pilot. Though not an Ace by any means, Kast can hold his own in space surprisingly well, and is well versed with a variety of ships.

Weaknesses:

• Aloof - Overly serious, cold, and emoting with all the grace of a dead fish, Kast has spent most of his adult life working with relatively little regular contact with others. Kast is untrusting and cautious, and does little to inspire the confidence of others.
• Career Warrior - Having spent most of his life behind the sights of a rifle, a life of conflict is the only life Kast knows. Unaware or ignorant of galactic politics, and almost certainly unable to live in a galaxy without conflict.
• Scarred - Mercenaries and Bounty Hunters tend to die young. When you've had as much prolific work and success as Kast, its only natural that you've garnered no small number of injuries. One particular injury has reduced the range of movement in Kast's left arm. Forcing the arm to move past its preferred range of movement is possible for short periods of time, but not advisable.

Personal History:

A rough and tough Mandalorian mercenary, Zaheed Kast was born and raised on Mandalore's moon, Concordia. Originally born as Zaheed Ara, Zaheed's parents were killed when he was young, and he was subsequently adopted and renamed Zaheed Kast by another Mandalorian family. Now the first and only son of the Kast family, Zaheed was well taken care of by his new family. Despite not being biologically related to his new family, they cared for him and treated him as their own. He began his first lessons with his adoptive mother at a very young age, learning the basics of warfare as well as other various lessons of importance.

When Zaheed turned 8, he was ready to accompany his father as he began his 5 years of survival and military training. During this time, he learned the majority of his combat and survival skills, from marksmanship, to tracking and hunting. The 5 years training with his father were difficult, grueling years. His father was caring, but very traditional and strict, and enforced upon Zaheed the highest of standards, reasoning that his son should be able surpass him when he got older. It was also during this time that the Mandalorian ideals of loyalty his family and clan, discipline, courage, and respect for his heritage was stressed and ingrained into his being.

Upon turning thirteen, Zaheed underwent the rite of passage known as the Verd'goten, where the skills he learned over the last five years were put to the test. The trial was a difficult, and harsh ritual, but due to his father's strict training, Zaheed passed with what was deemed exceptional skill, he was declared officially an adult in Mandalorian society. After completing the Verd'goten, Zaheed returned to his father, whom along with several clan elders would provide him with even more advanced training over the course of the next 5 years. During these five years of extra training, Zaheed was given a set of beskar'gam, armor forged from mandalorian iron from his family.

Upon turning 18, he left Mandalore with support from his family and began his career as a mercenary. His first bounty was hunting a Drunk Dug, whose Gambling Problem had gotten him into trouble with the wrong people. Within his first year of mercenary work, Kast had already underwent a series of close encounters and dangerous scrapes, including losing, and later retrieving his armor, as well as almost dying several times. During his first year as a mercenary, Kast had realized that the galaxy was a rather hostile, and cold place relatively devoid of honor. This first year shaped the rest of his mercenary career, as he made smarter choices, and trusted less people, and as a result complete more missions successfully and got into life threatening situations less often. During his long career, he would replace and eventually upgrade his helmet, as well as make augments to his armor as it sustained damage. Kast found himself in the employ of various groups- not all of them amicable to one another. At times he worked as an asset for the Galactic Empire, other times he was assassinating Imperial officials on the payroll of insurgent groups, or working with pirates and smugglers. He would find work with various rebel elements before the Galactic civil war began. Picking up a reputation as a dangerous, but dependable mercenary, capable of a variety of tasks, from killing to stealing data, Kast racked up an impressive track record of completed missions and became a go-to asset for many high profile companies and individuals.

During the Galactic civil war, Kast was a busy man. With no shortage of work, he found himself working for all manner of people. Kast found hismelf working often with the Rebellion, hitting targets of opportunity in Imperial space. Kast also found himself spending a lot of time in Hutt space, working with various factions when the infighting was at its most heated. Kast only rarely worked with the Empire at this point in time, as they tended to view non-regular military with suspicion. As the civil war drew to a close with the destruction of the Death Star, Kast found himself working less with the Rebellion- New Republic, and more with the various Hutt factions, as New Republic ideals and philosophies often worked against his own.

Now working in Hutt space, the 'wild west' of the Galaxy, Kast is looking to make his mark and his fortune in the lawless, objective rich sector.

Name:Jacsen Orro
Species:Human
Age:44
Appearance:
Faction:Leader of the Ulmatra Sector Galactic Empire Remnant.
Equipment:Datapad, and a DH-17 Blaster Pistol
Skills:
Tactician:Jacsen spent a good portion of his life in command. First as a officer in the Republics Navy, then as a moff within Palpatine's Empire.
Politics:Time spent as a moff meant that Jacsen was good at the game of politics. He would often spend time with the hutts, but not only that also spend time out maneuvering the other moffs vying for his position.
Charisma:This man has been a great open handed leader. Inspiring such loyalty in his troops that most would rather die than betray him.
Piloting:Jacsen spent a long amount of hours in the cockpit of a fighter, wanting to be the kind of leader who could also lead from the front but also not being much in the way of physicality he instead leads sorties when he feels up to it.
Weaknesses:
Physically Inept:Jacsen barely made it through physical training so in the way of things he isn't much in the way of physical prowess instead letting his subordinates do the fighting.
Bad Shot:Once again barely making it through training, Jacsen isn't much in the way of shooting some say he couldn't hit the broadside of a Star Destroyer with a blaster.
Self-Doubt:The man doubts himself quite a bit. First he wishes to be the kind of a leader who could stand side by side with his troops but lacks the abilities to do so, and also in other decisions.

History:Born to a senator and his wife Jacsen had a rich upbringing with everything he could ever need, the boy never went without what he wanted. Not until his mother died in child birth along with her child, Jacsen was young when this happened so he didn't remember much with the exception of his father throwing himself into his work and leaving him with the twilek maid who took care of him. In his teenage years his father eventually remarried and at this Jacsen lashed out. His step mother won the day however by convincing his father to send him to a academy within the Republic.

It was at this academy where Jacsen begun to pick up his skills as a leader. First by being a squadron leader in drills and simulations, second by his interactions with his fellow students. Noticing this his superiors saw some potential in the child and recommended him for naval command upon graduation. After his life at the academy Jacsen was given the command of his first ship a consular class for escort of senate personnel, it was a cozy albeit boring part of his life but that all changed with the oncoming of the clone wars.

Taken from his cozy position he was put in charge of a Venerator class star destroy it was from the bridge of this ship that he spent most of the war. Going from system to system, battle to battle. Jacsen proved himself eventually at a key battle near Sullust where the republic fleet engaged with the separatists, there he gave a strategy to corner a separatist battle group against a asteroid field to prevent escape. With that in place they managed to take a fair number of ships off the board. It was thanks to this action that Jacsen was rewarded for his bravery and hindsight and promoted to admiral.

He spent the rest of the war with the republic navy. Watching as they won and lost battles, made new friends and allies, and finally watching as that all went up in flames with the fall of the jedi. With the republic gone, and the jedi on the run. Jacsen made the right choice and joined the empire. He continued to serve the empire with distinction and for his service he earned a shiny new ship in his first imperial class star destroyer, and a shiny new title with his promotion to moff thanks to his fathers influence. This brought a whole new set of skills upon Jacsen. First he was quite good at playing the politician with his fellow moffs and shortly after that the hutts, second he became quite the commander giving orders to his commanders and generals. With their help he managed to keep the Ulmatra sector that was assigned to him secure, and even managed to keep it's nose clean for inspections.

All of that changed with the death of Jabba the hutt, and the emperor. First the criminal section of Ulmatra went haywire causing all sorts of trouble which he needed to put down particularly a drunk dug who managed to give the garrison quite the headache, but after that with the death of Palpatine it threw a wrench into military actions. Orders came sparingly and when they did they were indecisive, but with little choice he listened even offering a spot for any who were fleeing the encroachment of the New Republic. Which firmly established him as a player within the imperial remnant.

Faction Logo:
Faction Name:Imperial Remnant - Ultmara Sector
Faction Classification:Imperial Warlord
Faction Leader:Jacsen Orro
Faction Members(Players):Talina Eriston(Heat) Victor Tarick(Vietmyke)
Important NPCs:




Faction Assets: 2 Imperial Class star destroyers ISD-Adamant which is also Orro's flagship, ISD Basilisk, 3 Victory Class Star Destoyers, ISD-Pride of Kuat, ISD-Inferno, ISD-Krayt, 1 Venerator Star Destroyer (Gently Used they promised.), 6 Acclamator class ships, 2 dreadnought heavy cruisers, 4 tartan cruisers, 8 Arquietens class light cruisers, and 2 CR-90 Blockade runners.

Ground Assets: 175,000 Imperial conscripts both alien and human, 20,000 imperial storm troopers, 1,000 scout troopers, 50 spec force troopers, 60,000 other personnel (pilots, AT-AT operators, and tank men.), 2,000 mercenaries and bounty hunters, 32 AT-AT's, multitudes of tanks and other vehicles.

Other Assets:175 million Imperial Credits, and various imperial weaponry.
Faction History:The Ultmara sector when placed under Orro was quite the cesspit, just like another slice of hutt space a moff could make a lot of money skimming from the crime syndicates. But Orro was not a normal moff, he didn't take their bribes of credits he took their information whatever intelligence he could get on the hutts. Which one liked what, which one needed a new harem of slaves, which one wanted a new speeder, how many weapons could mysteriously disappear from his shipment into hutt hands, and many other things. This bought him quite a bit of leeway with the hutts in the system and frankly he was on first name basis with a lot of them.

With the fall of the emperor and the death of Jabba, well things got shaken up his network collapsed and he found he needed to go to other sources as well as try to out maneuver the fledgling new republic who were now trying to encroach on his territory. So he went through the proper channels and sent out a call for any nearby imperial personnel to join him in his fight to keep his little slice of hutt space alive so he could restore the empire.

Name: Elias Joranis Ordo
Species:Human/Mandalorian
Age: 25
Appearance: Ruggedly handsome with a five o’clock shadow, crystal blue eyes and sweeping brown hair. He stands at 1.7 meters tall and weighs about 68kg. He typically wears tan pants, dark brown boots a dark red shirt and a lighter red jacket over it. He also wears his Mandalorian armor for when he knows there’s going to be a fight.

Faction: None/Freelance

Equipment:

• Beskar’gam [+]

  
  Beskar’gam: While many Mandalorians wear the armor of those that came before, part of Elias’s proving of himself was to forge a suit of beskar’gam for himself, something that was neither quick nor easy. Having been forged from scratch, the armor takes on some of Elias’s personal preferences and is much more rounded than traditional Mandalorian armor. It’s helmet is outfitted with a full 360 degree viewing camera as well as infrared and magnetic sight modes and a built in long-range communications device. The left arm bears a wrist launcher and wrist mounted flamethrower.
• JT-12 Jetpack-A compact jetpack allowing for high amounts of mobility. It also features a MM9 Rocket System, which Elias only uses in emergencies, as he’s typically paid to get the shipment to a location in one piece.
• Wrist Mounted Weapons-Elias packs a single wrist launcher on his left wrist, which is armed with a rocket launcher, flame thrower, and dart launcher. He only uses knockout darts.
• Black Nebula Heavy Blaster Pistols [+]

  
  Black Nebula Heavy Blaster Pistols-Elias always carries his twin Black Nebula Heavy Blaster Pistols, no matter what he’s wearing. They’re heavily customized to allow for a quick draw and decent penetration, along with uncanny accuracy for dual wielding.
• Vibrosword [+]

  
  Vibrosword-Elias picked up how to fight with a vibrosword long before Clan Ordo adopted him and it’s his weapon of choice for close quarters combat, especially when faced with a lightsaber. It’s core is black when activated.
• Various Equipment-On top of his stable pieces of gear, Elias carries a variety of other odds and ends in pouches on his belt, ranging from spare power packs, of which there are about twenty, to a couple of fragmentation grenades and cryoban grenades.
• XS Light Freighter [+]

  
  XS Light Freighter-While this particular model of ship, which is called the Nightengale Eclipse, is considered highly outdated, the previous owner, a Kel-Dor who lived far longer than he should have, kept it in tip-top shape and upgraded it as needed, making it one of the fastest ships in the galaxy. Elias has kept it in top condition as well and it even has room for extra crew should he ever want it.

Skills:
Between being on the hyperspace lanes from a young age and being adopted into Clan Ordo of the Mandalorians, Elias has picked up a wealth of skills:

• Mandalorian Training: Since joining Clan Ordo, Elias has learned numerous forms of both hand-to-hand combat and ranged combat, along with advanced training in sword combat. He was no slouch before, but now he’s a lethal weapon, armed or not.
• Charismatic: Due to the nature of his original and current profession, Elias has learned how to speak with such a silver tongue, the people listening sometimes wonder if THEY’RE the ones lying or mistaken. It’s also helped pick up beautiful women and relieve the rich ones of their credits. All the same, this man can talk himself into and out of trouble in the same breath.
• Ace Pilot: Having been in space for so long, flying a ship is something this smuggler can do with their eyes closed. He’s survived firefights with Imperial Star Destroyers and outmaneuvered entire squadrons of TIE fighters.
• Quick Reflexes: Being a smuggler, sometimes negotiations go wrong. When this happens, it pays to be able to pull your own blaster faster than the other party and be able to find cover in a short time. Elias has mastered this to the point where he could probably do it in his sleep (not really but exaggeration is a smuggler’s tool).
• Luguist: Due to the nature of smuggling, he speaks and understands a number of different languages, but is still learning how to speak Mandalorian, so he's not the most fluent at it.
• Swordsman: Elias was taught by the old Kel-Dor to fight well with a sword, just so that he wouldn't be helpless if someone kept him from drawing his blasters. He actually enjoys it, unlike most other smugglers.

Weaknesses:

• Overconfident: Due to a number of things, namely how successful he’s been as a smuggler, Elias is overconfident and approaches every situation like he’s already won.
• Anti-Slavery: Elias might be a smuggler, but even in Hutt Space, you find people with morals and this smuggler can’t stand slavery. As a result, there are a few less than satisfied customers who’ve put bounties on his head for the loss of Sentient Cargo.
• Core World Accent: Despite spending years in the Mid-Rim, Outer Rim and Hutt Space, when Elias talks, it’s not hard to know where he’s from thanks to his accent.
• Distrusting: Having been a smuggler since he was young, his capability to trust anyone who he doesn't know well is basically non-existent. The numerous double crosses he's had to deal with growing up hasn't helped any to fix this either.

History:
Elias Joranis is the son of two no-name industrial workers on the planet of Coruscant, the famous “center of the galaxy”. What the people who advertise Coruscant as this wonderful place don’t tell everyone else is that if you live anywhere but near the top levels, life is hell. His parents worked long hours to and earned crap for money while their son was forced to live as a pickpocket and con artist to pick up the slack. However, he found that swindling the rich to provide for his family was not only fun, but it felt right. All the same, at age six, he felt a strange urge to find something more to do with his life, but his parents had no desire to help, content with where they were, a sentiment he could never agree with. And so he began to search for a way off Coruscant and into the wider galaxy.

He managed to achieve this dream at age eight with the help of a smuggler, a Kel-Dor named Zorn Horu,where he learned all the tricks of the trade, and learned how to understand Wookies, Jawas, argue with astromech droids who thought they knew better, and numerous other languages so he wouldn’t have to rely on a protocol droid for translation. By the time he was 16, Zorn had all but given ownership of the old XS Light Freighter, dubbed the Nightengale Eclipse, and helped the young man hone his natural skill for blaster pistols and piloting into things that would help him survive. However, about a month after his seventeenth birthday, an unhappy client put a bounty on Zorn’s head that a Drunk Dug came to collect on, claiming to need the credit payout to feed his Gambling Problem. The Dug had brought some hired help and though the pair escaped, it was without harm to them. Zorn had taken a shot to the gut and with his last words, passed on ownership of the Freighter to Elias.

The young man, heartbroken, buried the Kel-Dor on his homeworld before hitting the hyperspace lanes again, and for two years, buried his grief in jobs of all kinds, any drink he could afford, and every human and Twi’lek woman he could get his hands on. Before Zorn’s death, Elias had been sending chunks of his share of pay to his parents to help them improve their living conditions, though he had a hard time talking to them as they were still content on Coruscant, though they did have better jobs that were less likely to kill them now. But during that two year stint of grief over the loss of a man who had been more of a father to Elias than his blood father, he didn’t sent as much and they almost lost their home because of it. The young smuggler managed to snap back to reality shortly after his nineteenth birthday and three weeks later, met Eldor Ordo, a member of the Mandalorian Clan Ordo. He spent time speaking with the man at length, learning more about the Mandalorians and, after some internal debate a couple of drinks, he asked to join the clan. Eldor took him to the Clan Leader and spent the next six months preparing to join. He succeeded and has been a member of Clan Ordo since, proudly displaying the clan emblem on the shoulder of his jacket and the chest, shoulder, and vambraces of his armor.

During the course of the Galactic Civil War, Elias found he did plenty of work for all involved parties, though the Rebels often paid the best as they were more in need of his unique services than the Empire. The Hutts paid well as well, but the cargo was often much more unscrupulous and require more careful planning. With the end of the war came new opportunities, and while the New Republic certainly had a bright outlook for the future, a better understanding of the galaxy at large had Elias remaining freelance and picking up more work for various clients in Hutt space, despite the Hutt Civil War and the shift in leadership within the Council.

Name: Jason Je’and
Species: Human-Coruscant Native
Age: 56
Appearance:



Faction: Republic Remnant
Equipment:





Skills:

• Combat Training-Between his training as a SWAT officer and his training as a naval officer, this man knows where, when, and how to put a blaster someplace it’ll be effective. He also has hand to hand training due to his SWAT training.
• Tactician-Between SWAT assignments and his position as both an Admiral of the 6th Republic Fleet and the impromptu commander of the 237th Clone Legion, tactics and strategy come naturally for him, though he is fully aware that no plan survives contact with the enemy.

Weaknesses:

• Age-For all his skill and all his patriotism, he’s still getting up there in age, and it shows. He doesn’t move as fast as he used to nor does he react as fast.
• Desire for Justice-While many would consider his sense of betrayal a strong point, it often blinds him to a better course of action if he is pushed hard or far enough.

History:



Jason Je’and was born the only child to a security officer father and waitress mother in the middle levels of Coruscant. While the area certainly wasn’t the greatest place in the world, it was still better than living in the lower levels, where crime ran rampant and the security forces overwhelmed trying to control it. Both parents were kind and caring to their son, but they also taught him that there was always a time to do the hard thing.

He grew up doing little more than your average child, going to school, playing, the normal things. But he also wanted to be like his father and join Coruscant security, specifically their SWAT branch. So when he turned thirteen, he started working to do so, acing his tests, keeping his grades high and his physical and mental health in good condition. By the time he was eighteen, he was already set to enter Security’s academy where he graduated with high honors and was accepted into the Security force.

He spent two years, not counting the two years in the Academy, as a normal security officer, during which he spent time studying the SWAT manuals, learning the drills and weapons and tactics that all went into it, and even got to practice a few of them during an arrest of a Drunk Dug who had been stealing to feed his gambling problem. In his third year, he was inducted into the SWAT unit and there was were he stayed for the next three years, until the Clone Wars began. He was twenty-five when news reached the Core Worlds of the conflicts beginning and, being proud of being in the Republic, signed up to get to where he could make the most difference, as a Fleet Admiral. Another two years of training put him at graduation just after his twenty seventh birthday and in command of a fleet before the end of his twenty seventh year. He saw many battles in the next three years while serving alongside Jedi General Siyen Ronen, a Togruta Jedi Master who treated his clones like family and mourned the losses they suffered alongside them. However, during the Battle of Manaan, a Kolto rich planet, Master Siyen was slain in battle with a group of commando droids, a pair of them managing to catch the Jedi Master from behind and run him through with their vibroblades. Knowing that the fleet battle was already won thanks to an improvised explosive delivered to the engines of the Providence-class flagship, donned his militarized SWAT armor and retrieved his assault cannon.

His arrival was enough to rally the scattered clones who had been under the Jedi master’s direct command and turned the losing battle into a decisive victory for the Republic. A funeral was held in honor of the fallen Jedi General, but a new one was never assigned, leaving leadership of the 237th Clone Legion on Jason. He served as their commander until the execution of Order 66, where he left command of the Legion and joined Nama Le in the Deep Labs.

Now, he leads the Republic Remnant as the Supreme Commander, the rank formerly held by the Republic’s highest ranking military official before the demilitarization of the Republic in 1000 BBY with every intent of restoring the Republic as it was and should have been.

Faction Logo(If applicable):
Faction Name: Republic Remnant
Faction Classification: Resurgance Group
Faction Leader: Jason Je'and
Faction Members(Players):
Important NPCs:






Faction Assets:









Faction History:

“Twenty-three years ago, the Republic was betrayed from within…

Shortly after what came to be known as the Battle of Naboo, a Jedi Master known as Sifo Dyas foresaw the coming of a conflict that would ravage the galaxy and destroy the Republic that had stood for over thousands years. In an effort to prepare the Republic, a demilitarized institution since 1000 BBY, he plead with the Jedi Council to build an army. Unfortunately, they saw his methods as too aggressive and dismissed him from the Council. This did not stop him and he went to the Kaminoan cloners behind the Council’s back and commissioned a clone army from the DNA of the Mandalorian Jango Fett, who accepted without any questions or complaints, but with the requirement that one of the clones be his to raise as his son, which was agreed to.

Unfortunately, Master Sifo Dyas never saw his army come to fruition, as he was set up to be killed by Darths Sidious and Tyranus, a murder which remained unknown for years to come. With the Jedi’s death, Tyranus arranged for Order 66, a kill order that was to be given only by the Supreme Chancellor should the Jedi every betray the Republic. It was ten years later that the clone army that the Jedi Master had ordered was found by Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, who had tracked a mysterious attacker back to Kamino. After perusing the army, Master Kenobi met the template for it, the Mandalorian bounty hunter Jango Fett.

Fett was the mysterious attacker he had been hunting for and a battle erupted on a landing platform that lead to the Clone Wars. Nala Se helped to ensure that every clone’s inhibitor chip was installed with Order 66, but the sudden need for an addition for a back up plan to deal with the Jedi, when it was a Jedi who’d placed the order, caused many of her fellow cloners great suspicion, chief among them being Nama Le. Nama Le devoted much of her spare time keeping an eye on her colleague, despite many of her fellow cloners insisting she was simply being paranoid. After a time, her vigil grew less intense, but remained. The majority of the Clone Wars saw no reason for Nama Le’s suspicion, but she maintained her vigil up until the Clone Trooper Tup was brought back to be tested for something wrong after killing one of his Jedi Generals. His companion Fives came with him to keep an eye on him and be a volunteer for mirror tests.

During the testing period, and right up to the passing of Tup, Nama Le had copies of the results sent to her, and she even received a copy of the testing of Tup’s malfunctioned inhibitor chip. Her suspicion renewed, she discreetly followed Nala Se to the communications room where she listened to her companion converse with none other than Count Dooku, who wanted to ensure the Jedi never learned of Order 66. Knowing the Jedi wouldn’t believe her, she went to those who were also suspicious of Nala Se’s motives. When she shared her discovery, outrage, anger, and fear grew in their eyes and the agreed to a secret meeting. Two days later, the group, around three dozen cloners strong, met for a private lunch and made plans. Several of them arranged for a laboratory to be built deep under the waves of a water planet in the Unknown Regions, known as Harion, while others began to have embryos set aside for “special training” while yet others recruited the trainers they felt to be the most trustworthy without sharing anything discriminating. The remainder made sure that no records remained of their planning, a process that took until the end of the war.

Nama Le made one final contact, pulling the then acting commander of the 237th Clone Legion away from his duties. Informing him of her discovery, he didn’t believe it at first until the Clone Commander of the 237th, Commander Owen, contacted him and informed him that another commander was calling for aid in dealing with a group of “Jedi traitors” in another system. Sending the clones and fleet without him, he agreed to lead the as of yet unborn legions against whatever took the place of the Republic he’d fought so hard to defend.

And so the last vestiges of the Old Republic went into hiding deep beneath Harion’s waves, where it would spend the next twenty three years preparing to make a return to known space as punish the traitors who came to form the Galactic Empire and bring Sheev Palpatine to justice for his crimes. As the years passed, the Remnant was able to keep tabs on the galaxy at large thanks to transmissions received from the surface and when news of the Rebellion reached them, many of the now mature Clones pushed to join it, to give them the definitive edge they needed to bring down the Empire before it grew too powerful. But the now Supreme Commander Jason Je’and said no. “To what end would crashing ourselves against a freshly formed galactic superpower serve? To weaken us to the point of no return? No, we will remain as we are and build our own strength as their politicians and officers grow lazy. As it stands, we are not strong enough to make a huge difference for the Rebellion.”

His final verdict given, the Remnant continued to grow and watch, waiting. During this time, recruiters under the disguise of mercenaries looking for others of like mind began to search the Outer Rim for others who wanted to fight against the Empire, but had no means to reach the Rebellion. These people were brought to Harion and trained and armed, turned into a standard military to supplement the Clone forces that already existed. The destruction of the first Death Star allowed the Republic Remnant to begin to send out better feelers, upping their recruitment and even beginning to get a better feel for the state of the Empire.

It has since been an additional four years since the Death Star fell. The Trawler has spent that time ferrying the forces that had been building below the waves back to the surface and allowing them to head into space. With the death of Palpatine and the death of Jabba the Hutt, an opportunity has arisen to deal with the Imperial Moffs still with power in Hutt space and that cannot be missed. The traitors will pay.

Name: Tarion Je’and

Species: Human

Age: 26

Appearance: Tarion is an impressive sight, standing at a good six feet even with black hair kept short for easy management and a beard that matches his hair in color and brown eyes. He wears light combat armor that’s thicker in the chest and upper legs that’s painted gray and dark blue.

Faction: Technically Independent, actually Order of the Grey

Equipment:




ANR Light Combat armor Custom- The ANR is a suit of light combat armor that affords the wearer maximum movement range while still providing some layer of protection against blaster bolts and explosions. Tarion’s is customized with thicker chest and upper leg armor.



Skills:
Force Wielder- Having grown up in the hidden enclave of the Order of the Grey and grown up amongst its teachings and techniques, Tarion is a powerful wielder of the Force, having mastery over basic abilities such as the Force Jump, Push, Pull and the Mind Trick as well as being incredibly proficient in several more advanced techniques, including the family Force Flame technique.

Lightsaber Combatant Master- Being a member of the Order, Tarion was trained in several forms of lightsaber combat, and while he is proficient in most, he specializes in Form I, Shii-Cho, Form II, Makashi, Form IV, Ataru, and Form V, Shien/Djem So.

Piloting- Since many missions that see Guardians deployed require a degree of secrecy, all of them are taught how to effectively pilot fighter craft and required to become proficient dog fighters in the event of a space battle.

Weaknesses:
Raised in Seclusion-While the Order of the Grey is well informed of the flow of things in the galaxy, they fear being hunted by the reigning Force wielding power again, and therefore raise their children in isolation from the rest of the galaxy in order to avoid being hunted down. As a result, their social skills with the rest of the Galaxy are...lacking. Tarion is no exception, and it shows in his interactions with others.

Little Life Experience-While having learned much on the Order’s home planet and from it’s Archives, Tarion has very little practical life experience, so this mission will prove interesting.

History:
Early Life
Tarion was born the child of Erzan and Ana Je’and, Ana being the sister of Republic Admiral and General Jason Je’and, though the pair hadn’t had much contact after he joined the Republic. It would seem that the Je’ands kept their name and made the males change theirs. His early life was normal enough, play time, learning ABCs and the like, but there was also times spent teaching him how to manifest his powers, and so from a young age, Tarion was trained.

His training didn’t really begin until he was round seven, when he was able to fully lift a rock off the ground and also maintain his focus. His training, which would normally have been handled by the collective group of Paladins and a handful of Guardians within the Order of the Grey, was handled by his mother, Ana. “Je’ands have always trained Je’ands. There is no reason to change this” was all she would ever say when questioned about it.

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Training in the Order of the Grey
Because he was training under his mother rather than the entirety of the teachers the Order had, his training was different. Eah day started with physical training three times tougher than what he saw his fellow Acolytes doing, his focus and combat training as well. At first, he hated it, taking every moment he wasn’t under his mother’s tutelage to do as he wished and learn what he wished.

But as he grew older, he realized that, as the son of the Grand Paladin, he was held to a higher standard and, with only some minor grumbling, threw himself into his studies. After a few years, he was around thirteen at this point, his mother revealed to him and taught him how to use Force Flame, a lost Force technique that their ancestor Zar’kun Je’and had mastered and passed down to his son, who then passed it to his children, and so on and so forth.

As he got stronger, he learned he could combine different powers for different effects and that certain aspects of the Force came more naturally to him than others, particularly when it came to building and maintaining his lightsabers. By seventeen, he was ready to complete his training. He did so in the traditional matter, reciting the Order of the Grey’s code followed by dueling his master. He then became a Guardian, beholden only to the Paladins and his mother, the Grand Paladin.

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As a Guardian
After becoming a Guardian of the Order of the Grey, he was dispatched on his first mission, rebirth by flame as it were, where he and two other Guardians were responsible for removing a upstart Darkside user who had made himself Warlord on a backwater world in the Unknown Regions. The mission had taken three months to complete, as they other Guardians were new as well and unsure of how to proceed, which made progress slow.

Near the end of the third month, the trio decided that since all their more subtle approaches to removing the Darksider had proven fruitless, a more direct approach was necessary. They struck at night, while the guards, a hired group of mercenaries more interested in credits than morals, were changing shifts. They fell quickly and quietly, though they found the Drunk Dug with a gambling problem a strange addition, the only indicator that they had been attacked was a pair of silver lightsaber blades, a single turquoise one, and dual pair of neon pink blades.

However, the Darksider had been waiting when they burst into his throne room and wounded the other two new Guardians after a brief exchange in which he was offered a chance to surrender peacefully. The wounds kept his companions from aiding him in his fight and left Tarion to finish it alone. The duel lasted several hours with him gaining many wounds, but in the end, his mastery of tonfa lightsaber use won out and the Darksider was slain. After a few weeks in recovery on his return home, he began receiving more missions, the time they kept him away from home varying.

However, with the resurgence of his uncle Jason and his attack on Imperial holdings in Hutt Space, he has been dispatched to operate at an extended length of time to ensure that the Balance of the Force was maintained.

Name: Sol'id Fist

Species: Mandalorian

Age: 36

Appearance:
Sol'id Fist is an imposing figure of a man. Broad and tall, if he stood motionless in his armor he would seem reminiscent of a Mandalorian statue of old. Approximately, his height is a looming 1.93 meters. If it wasn't for the helmet that couldn't fit a snout, some might think him a Trandoshan from the scaled armor (though a bit on the short side). His cable-like muscles are covered in scarred and ruddy skin, and without his armor on, his bulk is a hefty 112 Kilograms. Even among his clan, he was always large, and it gained him an edge of his fellows when it came to close combat, and the amount of gear he could carry. Ever since he was young, he was larger and stronger than most of his other clanmates, so he moves with an inexorable confidence, further enhanced by his Mando'o fearlessness. He moves with a surety that every step of his big feet while take him closer to whatever goal he has in mind.

You'd be hard pressed to see him without his armor and durasteel helmet on, preferring to remain weighted with his combat gear. He learned as a child that taking comfort in being unprepared is the recipe for disaster. Of course, wearing it nonstop is impossible, but he tends to keep it on when performing business, and he is hardly not performing business. Though if it were to be taken off, one would hardly ever see his face in extreme emotion. It's his body that speaks more than his face. His stance is relaxed but strong, reminiscent of a hunting cat on the prowl. His large hands often flex when he's under stress, or is eager for a challenge. Though his hints are subtle, they'll often speak far more than the emotions seen on his visage. To see him laugh is an odd sight, for he'll go into an almost dramatic head toss. The rare times he lets loose with his emotions, he often doesn't hold back.

Underneath he's not an unhandsome figure, though far too severe and weathered to be considered easy on the eyes. With a strong jaw, piercing grey eyes, and cropped black hair, he'd look very much a soldier if he donned a different set of armor on. The lines on his face and the intelligence in his eyes are written in experience, not age.

Faction: Freelance (Paid by the Hutts atm)

Equipment:

• Adverse Environment Gear
• Rebreather Mask
• Holodisk
• Utility Belt
• 10 Stimpaks
• Jet Pack

Weapons -

• Vibro Axe - 8 pounds
• Custom Mandalorian Design Blaster - 4 pounds
• Wrist Mounted Rocket - 2 pounds.
• 14 inch Vibroblade - 1 pound
• Durasteel Combat Armor - 25 pounds.

Personal starship - The Hammer

Skills:

• Sol'id is a steady Shot.
• Excellent, efficient, and brutal hand to hand/melee combatant.
• Very strong and tough
• Can run for long periods of time without getting winded
• Strategic thinker
• Extremely determined and dependable.
• Not the best in the galaxy, but a fair pilot.
• Knows how to operate many types of basic and exotic weapons from all of his jobs.
• Can speak multiple languages.

Weaknesses:

• Tends not to suffer fools. If you're being a liability or incompetent around him, he might not kill you immediately, but your days are numbered. Makes him a bad teammate.
• Has an intense battle lust. Will become angered if someone deprives him of a fight/a good hunt.
• Isn't verbally tactful in the slightest.
• While a good shot, he has no true long ranged equipment.
• You have to earn his respect. He will not respect you, and doesn't take well to being disrespected in turn.
• A bit heavy for long flights in his jetpack.
• Tends to stand out in a crowd (not that he cares).

History:
Sol'id was born on the Twi'Lek homeworld Ryloth, being raised among the nomadic Fist clan who'd made their home in the equitorial jungle. The clan had just recently landed when he was born, fighting their way through harsh temperatures and wild beasts. They tried to make a foothold among the terrible conditions and built forts, beginning to train young Mandalorians through spartan conditions and intense sessions of survival, combat, and work outs. His elders broke him as they broke all of their young ones, to thrive through difficulty, and to see it as a challenge to overcome.

Clashes with the local Twi'leks were not particularly common, but they were by no means rare either. Sol'id and his fellow young clan mates were taught to kill by fighting Twi'lek raiders. It was their fighting patterns and weaponry he first become accustomed to. Much of it was illegal weaponry, as the Hutts had claimed the planet for trade long ago, buying slave girls and mercenaries from its people.

By age 13, Sol'id and his peers were sent into the wilderness, and were told to survive together and travel through 200 miles of wilderness. Out of 87 young Mandalorians, only 14 survived, Sol'id included. He had scars across his jawline, skin parched of moisture, and a shield made of a Gutkurr carapace. Indeed the boys had not killed the beast alone, but it was Sol'id who held it off and finished it. The other children had helped him carve the shield, and followed his lead from then on out.

Clan Fist were Neo crusaders, trying to rebuild their population to spew forth from Ryloth and conquer worlds as they had years ago. But it seemed the population of their small clan was too small to shatter worlds and cause the Galaxy to tremble. However, a few hundred Mandalorians were still enough to raid, and raid they did. Sol'id and his fellows attacked Imperial military facilities and bases, sacking outposts and ransacking outer rim cargo shipments.

Eventually they were approached by one called Virdan, a dark acolyte who offered them prime targets fighting Imperial troops. Sol'id had carried out a successful maneuver raiding a military Imperial vessel off of Antar 4, saving his brothers during the raid. They'd elected him leader after the previous leader Zolden Khan was killed, and Sol'id accepted the acolytes proposal.

He felt an intense pride and camraderie with them, having fought and led his fellows into battle, sometimes surviving off nothing but scraps, or salvaged materials, for sometimes no matter what money they had, being behind enemy lines meant they needed to remain hidden often enough. He would have it no other way. Their love of combat was second only to the honor they showed one another, and worthy foes.

The Acolyte paid well, and gave them good information. That is, until their last job. It seemed he was done with them, for he had guided them into a trap on Corellia, fighting an overwhelming force of Commandos and artillery. The Sith employer having used the failed attempt at raiding to garner attention away from smuggling various Nightsisters past the planet and into the mid-rim.

Sol'id was the only survivor, and he was imprisoned. Though two months later he would escape the facility, killing 3 guards with his bare hands.

His clan mates dead, with the law after him, he found himself without a purpose, and traveled back to Rhyloth to contact an old friend who helped him get in communication with the Hutts, giving him bounties to go after. If he was to continue living, he would do it the Mandalorian way. For 4 years, he hunted bounties for the Hutts.

So'lid found himself under the employ of one Jabba the Hutt, doing difficult bounties no one else would touch and gaining a reputation as a dependable and ruthless hunter. He gained his custom Zabrak Blaster Rifle after pursuing a martial master of combat on Iridonia. Said incident involved a Zabrak named Relar-mur, an accomplished combat instructor located in the Iridonian Capital City. He'd only been an instructor the past few years. Beforehand, he'd been a notable mercenary who had cheated Vishnu out of a lot of credits in order to set up a home life back on Iridonia and teach his trade. It took Sol'id a few months to find him, and a week on-world to capture him. The old Merc was wiley and knew the city well, and when they came to blows, it took all of Sol'ids skill to beat him and bag him.

His latest hunt was a hard one as well. He was meant to track down another dark acolyte warrior, a Twi'Lek force user called Kyto Tan on the toxic planet of Haruun Kal. It was a contract sent by an anonymous benefactor, relayed through Vishnu with a promise he would get a cut of the reward credits. The acolyte had traveled there to assassinate a Korunnai clan leader who had been organizing his force sensitive warriors to aid the republic. Sol'id arrived not a week after Kyto had landed, and nearly caught Kyto by surprise with his wrist mounted rocket, only for it to be deflected. He'd charged in via his jet back just after however, and fought the acolyte through the jungle. The acolyte escaped, but Sol'id had tracked his ship and destroyed it, marooning him upon the planet most likely. The next time he found Kyto, he chased him into the toxic lowlands, the acolyte using his powers of the force to survive while Sol'id relied on his rebreather. He lay in wait along the rocky crags of a valley that led back into habitable air, and eventually his patience proved the greater as he saw Kyto fleeing back up the valley. He took him by surprise with his rocket this time, effectively dispatching the acolyte and ending the hunt.

When he arrived back to Jabba, the Hutt had been killed and he found a new employer who sought to test him, having received word of a drunk dug with a gambling problem. He told Sol'id to collect him, and the Mandalorian did, knowing it was just something to keep him busy while he was waiting for another real job. The following year, the Empire collapsed, and he was given all the jobs he needed.

Name: Gavon TreVayne

Species: Human

Age: 38

Occupation: Bodyguard / Enforcer (Prev. Employed with Imperial Security Bureau)

Appearance: 6’0, 210lb lean muscle, olive skin, neatly combed dark hair with streaks of gray

Faction: Contract work for Task Force Rancor

Equipment: Reinforced leather jacket with durasteel & cortosis armor plates sewn into the lining, dual blasters, modified light blaster rifle, vibroknife, & chewing gum...for those moments :)

Skills:
Hand-to-hand / close quarter combat experience
Proficient with small fire arms
Intermediate level slicing
Investigations & Security-systems specialist

Weaknesses:
Slowed over time: (physical) While he’s generally a fit person, Gavon is unable to keep up a fast steady pace for long due to a mechanical left leg from an accident years prior.

Addicted to Painkillers: This can be a good or bad thing. Due to his leg injury, the pain can become unbearable and Gavon doesn’t hesitate to inject a good dose of painkillers to keep himself in the game. However, several years of the same routine has caused him to develop a habit and if he is unable to acquire any, his actions could become extreme until he gets his fix.


A little history...

“You know the rules, lmperial dog. If you want to eat, you fight!”

The large Fight Master, whose species was unknown, fully charged electro-staff in hand, continued to poke and prod the blood and sweat-soaked combatant, shouting profanities in aurabesh, and spitting vile yellow-green saliva which poured from the corner of his mouth as he spoke. The resounding death chants of the crowd pulsating throughout the small makeshift arena had become deafening as the battle continued.

“That's ‘ex-Imperial’, genius…” The human retorted in between heavy breaths.

“If you want to die...well...you’ll have to die somewhere else!” The creature's lips parted forming a wry smile that revealed rows of jagged, displaced yellow stained teeth. “And I’d hate for something as succulent-looking as you to waste away so soon”

The combatant stood up slowly, holding firmly onto his right arm where his opponent, a dark reddish-hair Gundark who smelled of week old urine, carved a good sized gash that went deep, rendering any muscle movement in the arm useless at that moment. The human shot the wretched Fight Master a cold stare, his sore and tired green eyes ignited with the will to push on.

“You know I used to like you...about thirty seconds ago, but now I just want to kick you in your face. The problem is, I can't tell where your face starts and your ass ends you slimy piece of- ”

The human’s gaze suddenly switched over to the charging beast, fifty meters ahead and closing in fast.

A frantic look replaced the Fight Master's earlier smug expression as he let out a harsh squeal and something exclamatory in his native language. “Gru’dah! Time to take my place behind the gate! Good luck meatbag human!…”

The Fight Master, chuckling to himself, started toward the outer gate, while the human’s arm quickly reached out and grabbed the electrostaff mid-handle. “Not so fast worm, I need to finish this...”

The human male, tall, lean, and muscular in physique, held tight to the staff, shifted his weight to his leading foot and spun around with the grace of a wild Cathar, ripping the weapon free from the Fight Master's greasy hands. As he was virtually meters from the huge beasts open jaws and massive claws, the human gladiator launched the electrified end of the staff straight out in front of him and the weapon hit its mark with near precision.

The crowd roared with intense excitement. Blood is what they wanted to see, no matter whose it was.

“Move!” He shouted toward the slug-like Fight Master as he dove and rolled sideways out of the overly-pissed creatures path of destruction. The energy cell powering the staff overloaded causing the beasts insides to burn at an accelerated rate. It writhed out of control for a few moments longer until the dust settled and the beast’s shrieks and thrashing fell silent.

“Now I eat…” The human said behind clenched teeth. “And you’ll not say another word...”

The fight master, shaking off the anxiety, stared at the creatures half-burnt corpse in disbelief and then back at the dust-covered, bloodied, and bruised humanoid and nodded in acknowledgement.

“Ehh, right...so what do I call you off-worlder?” The fightmaster asked, as he motioned over to the clean-up crew.

The man grabbed the edge of the Fight Masters tattered cloak and wiped the sweat, dust, blood, and whatever else was stuck to his face.

“Call me whatever you want slime, just pay me what I'm owed and I'll go on my way.”

“Hah, bold words, meatbag. You'll get your pay, less the cost of that electrostaff you destroyed, of course. But I need a name as well before you see anything.”

“Fine. Gavon..call me Gavon”



Odd jobs...it had been like this since the collapse of the Empire, its many holdings and investments dried up, stolen, or destroyed by enemies and competitors, or any entitled rogue group considering themselves valiant heroes of the war. Many corporations throughout the galaxy whose vested interests were embedded in the mega-structure of the Empire, abandoned planets, or negotiated new contracts with private businesses, Republic officials, or anyone willing to keep them employed. Inhabitants of the galaxy needed work and did what they could to hold on to it.

Gavon had no real love for the Empire, it’s Imperial army of drones and losers, and especially not the deified Sith, whose ego knew no bounds, or so he heard. Fortunately, he never actually met a Sith Lord, or any “force sensitive” during his employment, and even if he had, Gavon [jokingly] assumed they would be easy to spot. Did a Jedi or a Sith glow with the force? Was there a secret handshake that would be their tell?

However, all things considered, his dislike for the Empire only went so deep as they did provide a steady stream of work, enough it seemed considering the amount of enemies in and out of Imperial controlled territories.

At the time the Empire was at the height of their power, Gavon had been conscripted and trained at a young age under a relatively new branch of the Imperial Security Bureau (ISB) as an Enforcer Agent. The ISB had many branches and agents that kept their fingers busy shuffling through everyone else's business, and the Enforcers were there to ensure they survived when things went awry. They were considered, for all practical purposes, a bodyguard. Training as an Enforcer was quite strict, and long hours were spent in physical as well as mental exercises, learning to extract a team member (and themselves) out of any given situation. Weapons training was one of the last exercises, and a number of blasters, rifles, and an assortment of melee weapons were given to each Enforcer agent to use as needed. But above all things, they were protectors to the agents, and each life lost was a scar on their reputation that would be carried forever. A scar that Gavon wore with much shame.

Kaliza.

Her bloodied face and frightened expression haunted him each night and continued to remain at the forefront of his mind. It was supposed to be an easy covert Op for her, in and out, but the ambush came quickly and the false intel Imperial Intelligence had been fed positioned Gavon and his crew at the wrong extraction point. Even among the opposition of the higher-ups and some of her peers, she had been the first non-human to be accepted in Imperial Intelligence and her career was over before it started.

Protectors. Who are we protecting now, but the undeserving?

After the seat of the Empire had diminished, and the Imperial military no longer working in any official capacity, Gavon found himself at the unemployment crossroads, and sometimes even at a dead end. The galaxy was trying it’s best to pick up the pieces left by the last war, and most corporations and small business had hiring freezes that lasted months. Relief work wasn’t hard to find, and while it paid very little, the benefits had been well worth the time spent for the ex-Enforcer. During a demo and clean up job on Coruscant, the undercity had been overrun with refugees who once lived on the surface, crime and violence was at an extreme high, even for the likes of the underground world beneath the shining city. Gavon, having taken residence on one of the housing levels, came across a girl, no more than six or seven years of age, who had been hiding away in the closet of a unit he rented. The frightened Togruta child, who he later found out was one of the many war orphans, quickly warmed up to Gavon, and strangely he to her, for it wasn’t until moments after their meeting that he realized the little girl had an unbelievable resemblance to Kaliza.

Weeks turned into months, and both Gavon and his charge, Uriah, left Coruscant and headed toward Nar Shadaa, to meet a potential employer, Madam Z’noshe, a wealthy art collector who was in need of a full time and local bodyguard. She also had concerns of several pieces of artifacts she claimed were being stolen by pirates and gangs looking to sell them back to her, but had no hard evidence, or a location to start. Gavon knew this job wasn't going to be as black and white as he hoped.

In the long run though, Gavon hoped after some time, his new employer would be able to provide a good home and education for the Togruta orphan Uriah in exchange for half his agreed amount of pay. Even half was enough for him to live comfortably and Gavon knew the little girl needed a life away from all the chaos…



The momentary pinging sound from the communicator console next to his bed startled him from a deep sleep.

“What the...how long was I out? Geez, I didn’t even hear it ring the first time” Gavon rubbed his eyes, and turned on the holoscreen to view the message:

MESSAGE PENDING:
From: Enara Z’noshe
0200 : Centaxday
[[ URGENT ]]

A miniaturized translucent version of Madam Z’noshe materialized on the small holopad.

“Mr. TreVayne, my apologies for the disturbance at this late hour, but your attention is of the utmost importance. Please contact me as soon as you can on my private channel, pass phase: ‘drunk Dug with a gambling problem’. Enara out.”


Gavon arched an eyebrow, mumbling to himself. “Must be important. She addressed me as ‘Mister’ “

Species: Human

Age: 24

Faction: Imperial Remnant - Ultmara Sector. She works for the special operations sector within the Remnant, having earned respect and power within the faction.

Equipment: Talina uses a wide varity of equipment depending on the mission. She typically carries a Model 434 blaster pistol at all times, normally tucked into a holster along with a compact vibrodagger. She has an E-11s sniper rifle but often just leaves it locked up in her apartment, there if she needs it. She also carries several thermal detonators, binoculars, a comlink and a wrist mounted grappling hook launcher. When in casual situations she tends to wear comfortable clothes which she can move quickly in, while for infiltration missions she switches to a more sleek jumpsuit better suited for that task.

Skills:

• Talina is a highly skilled combatant, years of Imperial training has made her an elite shot with blasters. She is also formidable when unarmed, knowing several forms of martial arts and close quarters combat maneuvers.
• She's highly knowledgeable in the art of espionage, knowing for example, the best locations to break into buildings, how to acquire information and slip away without being easily found. She can blend into a crowd, just becoming another nameless nobody.
• She's capable with computers, able to hack and slice her way into systems with relative ease. Talina is then able to hide her 'digital footprints', making it harder for her hacking to be discovered.
• Talina is as athletic as they come, her body molded by rigorous training and physically demanding work. She's a talented parkourist, who is blazing fast on her feet.
• Talina is a skilled liar, able to convincingly sell a lie and make someone really believe it. She can also figure out the telltale signs of if someone is lying. Overall she is a charismatic individual, able to falsify emotions and persuade others pretty well.

Weaknesses:

• She is quite arrogant, failure is not something she is taught to ever accept. She thinks she is as close to perfect an Imperial agent as there can be.
• Talina has practically been indoctrinated by the Empire, she sees no wrong in anything they have done and genuinely believes they are the best for the the galaxy. She does not take disrespect for the Empire and the (now deceased) Emperor well. It is incredibly difficult to get her to accept viewpoints which conflict with the Empire's.
• She's racist against non-humans, looking down upon them and not liking to associate with them unless it advances her duties with the Empire. She does not often speak this racism, but it will occupy her thoughts when dealing with non-humans.
• Talina has loner tendencies, a lone wolf outlook which causes her to prefer to work with, and most often spend time no one except herself. She will work with others if it is advantageous, but is not exactly looking for buddies.
• While she is a fearsome close quarters combatant, brute strength is not her way to fight. Someone who is significantly stronger than her would be able to beat her if they were to get their hands on her.

History: Born into a backwater world that she has little true memory of, Talina Eriston's youth was spent under indoctrination by the Galactic Empire. Her family was poor, and she has not talked to them since they willingly gave her away to the Empire for a bagful of credits. She became part of a radical Imperial program, being fist fed propaganda all with the intent of one day becoming an elite agent in service of the Empire. She was taken offworld, to a remote location far from her homeworld. There were others in the program, all young children like her. She'd learn years later that was the best way to properly brainwash them all. A child learns like no other, with no other viewpoints given they will believe entirely in the one most forced upon them. Every single one of the individuals in the program were made to believe the Empire was all powerful and should never be questioned. That indoctrination would resonate with Talina for the rest of her life. The program would later be discontinued after an accident resulted in the deaths of multiple children, years after she had been finished with it though.

The young Talina practically grew up within the Empire, she was given an Imperial approved education which taught her a wide variety of subjects. She would go through testing when not in class under the program, sometimes tasked with brawling or outsmarting the other students, other times these tests resembled actual missions. None of them were life threatening while the children were still that, too young for actual combat or real operations of serious risk. Of course none of them knew that, any failure would be met with harsh discipline. Sometimes it was to be harshly reprimanded and yelled at, this was considered an 'easy way out'. For more severe failures beatings might occur, or being made to repeat the test over and over until an acceptable outcome occurred. No matter how tired they got. Talina made it a habit to avoid failure as often as she could.

As she reached adulthood Talina would 'graduate' from the program, entering full service under the Empire. She was formally made an Imperial agent, her talents and unquestionable loyalty to the Empire making her a natural fit for such a demanding role within the Empire. She would be sent to Hutt Space several years before the destruction of the second Death Star and the death of the beloved Emperor. Talina was tasked with disrupting any Rebel doings within the sector. She was the part of a small group of loyal Imperialists, each a key cog in the covert military and political operations in the sector. Talina assumed a variety of roles, information gathering being one of her most common jobs. A particularly strange mission involved her having to acquire intel from a drunk Dug with a gambling problem. She's also been notably involved with assassinations and political dealings within Hutt space. A particularly fond memory of hers being her assassination of the disgusting Yaimdrag the Hutt via explosives. The poor slug never even knew what hit him when his palace came crashing down on top of him along with dozens of other victims.

Recent times have not been easy for Talina. The death of the Emperor and the fierce Lord Vader have left her shaken but still undying in her loyalty to the Empire. She still remembers crying the day she heard the news of the great Emperor's demise, it was like she had lost a close family member. Even if she never knew the man personally, she wished she could have met him. Despite all this, Talina knows the Empire can carry on, it has always been more than one person. The so called New Republic does not scare her.

Name: Victor Tarick - KN-7862
Species: Human
Age: 28

Faction: Imperial Remnant - Ultmara Sector. Commands the Stormtrooper detachment assigned to special operations sector, providing dedicated support to its operatives. SOC-Stormtroopers are handpicked by Victor for their tenacity, loyalty, and skill.

Equipment:

• Stormtrooper Armor [+]

  
  Reminiscent of the late Lord Vader's 501st Stormtrooper Commanders, Victor and the rest of the SOC Stormtroopers utilize specialized sets of Stormtrooper armor, painted with blue pauldrons and a stripe over the right eye. Major portions of the body armor are reinforced with durasteel provide more protection than the base plastoid parts, and Victor wears a black pauldron over his right shoulder denoting his rank. Victor and his men also occasionally wear backpacks with extra gear- rations, ammunition, and other supplies.
• E-11D Blaster Rifle [+]

  
  A high powered variant of the standard E-11 blaster. Powerful and compact, this rifle is maneuverable and capable of cutting through stormtrooper armor with ease.
• Other equipment include a SE-14r Repeating Blaster Pistol, grappling launcher, slicing equipment, several thermal detonators, and sonic grenades, spare charge packs, an emergency medical kit, and a combat knife.

Skills:

• SOC-Stormtrooper training - Victor is a trained stormtrooper: a capable shot, in peak physical condition, well versed in both squad based and large unit based tactics, and unwaveringly loyal to his commanders. The stormtroopers attached to the Ultmara Special Operations sector are given further training to increase discretion, knowledge in asymmetrical warfare and commando training.
• Combat Slicer - Special operations requires a wide pool of skills to deal with a variety of situations. In a special operations, being able to slice through security systems and droids always comes in handy.
• Uncommon Valor - Surprisingly strong willed, Victor's resolve is ironclad, possessing of exemplary loyalty and is difficult to intimidate.

Weaknesses:

• Casually Racist - Victor is innately prejudiced against non-humans, and will not attempt to cover any derision he has towards them. Near-humans are only slightly more tolerable than non-humans.
• Close Ranged Combatant - While not a poor shot, the equipment Victor carries and the weapons he uses specializes him for close to mid ranged combat, preferably in urban and ship conditions. As a result, he suffers in long range combat in open areas.
• Obviously Imperial - While the armor he wears is a symbol of intimidation, it is also a large target on his back. It is hard, if not impossible to mistake Victor for anything other than an Imperial.

History:
Born and raised in the Ultmara sector, Victor was born to a pair of low class laborers and was predestined to be little more than a cog in the machine of the grand Empire. Victor despised his lowborn status and family and always desired to become something more than just a forgotten factory worker. A moody and irritable child, but still a loyal Imperial citizen, Victor like many of his generation grew up with the full force of Imperial propaganda around him.

Victor would eventually find his calling within the Imperial Military. Selected at age 13 to join one Lothal Academy for young Imperials, citing his above average grades in primary school and surprising physical achievements for one so young. Here, Victor truly felt at home. Excelling in the young, one-year junior academy, Victor was an instant shoe in for a spot in the prestigious Academy of Carida. Slotted for Stormtrooper training, Victor spent the entirety of his teen years in the academy, and was constantly drilled and honed into the ideal of a Stormtrooper.

Graduating near top of his class, Victor was quickly put into service fighting off various insurgent groups. Assigned to the 322nd Legion, based in the Ultmara Sector, Victor took part in several suppression campaigns, against small insurgent cells. When the Galactic Civil War began in earnest, the 322nd Legion were the backbone of the Ultmara Sector's forces, highly trained elite strike units tasked with taking key rebel positions or eliminating particularly resilient pockets of enemies.

The death of Jabba the Hutt, along with the destruction of the Death Star II and the subsequent deaths of the Emperor and Lord Vader was the signal for trying times for Victor and the 322nd. Crime in the Ultmara Sector became rampant, Victor watched as a drunk dug managed to cut down eight of his comrades. As Moff Orro reorganized the Imperial forces in the Ultmara Sector, forming the Ultmara Remnants, Victor and the remaining 322nd Legion joined up with the Moff, and formed his ground force's infantry backbone.

Proving his loyalty to the Empire and the Moff, Moff Orro eventually assigned Victor to lead the detachment of Stormtroopers assigned to the Ultmara Special Operations Unit.

Name:
Klaatu Barada

Species:
Kadas'sa Nikto

Age:
43

Appearance:


Faction:
GORT Company
Equipment:
DT-57 heavy blaster
Light body/leg armor

Skills:
Unarmed Combat
Sidearms
Charismatic
Torture

Weaknesses:
Blinding hatred for hutts
Tunnel vision
Greedy
Over-Indulgent
Sadistic

History:
Klaatu was born on Nal Hutta, his parents forced to mate by the hutts as they needed the stock. He was the seventh of a dozen children that were produced by his mother before her body gave out. His childhood was spent learning to speak both his natural tongue and huttese, as well as receive training to be a guard. His natural size and stature made him the perfect body guard for the hutts. In his early years, the trainers soon realized Klaatu was more aggressive than his siblings, often exhibiting a mean streak. His trainers sought to groom this ruthlessness, often making Klaatu watch his siblings get beaten anytime he misbehaved. Soon he became dissociated from his family, no longer feeling anything when watching his brothers and sisters were assaulted. The destruction of his self conscience came when he was forced to fight his remaining siblings (those who had not already succumbed to their injuries) in a bare handed battle royale to the death. Upon finishing his combat training and his ‘education’ he was given to a member of the cartel.
Gorag was a small part of the Hutt cartel, only running a relatively small slave operation, with just a couple cargo ships and hired thugs. Klaatu, though disgusted by Gorag, quickly learned how to stay on the Hutt’s good side, as he was known for randomly offing a member of his crew without reason. Though the slave operation was small in its operation, its profit was tremendous, only having to pay its small crew, which could be made off of 1 maybe 2 twi'lek, depending on the size and age of course.
Gorag never bothered to learn the languages his slaves spoke, often ending their careers rather than wasting time trying to teach them. Seeing niche opening, Klaatu took it upon himself to relieve Gorag’s current translator from his position by removing his voice box. As gorag’s translator, Klaatu learned how Hutt business was done, how they got their cargo where it needed to be, who not to trust, where to store your credits if things get hairy, he became a sponge for information. Gorag soon began to like and even somewhat trust his translator/bodyguard giving him more and more responsibilities within his operation.
With the death of Jabba, Gorag sought to take some of the jobs left in his vacancy. This would mean a much larger hull of ‘cargo’ requiring more ships than they already had. Thanks to Hutt intelligence, Gorag caught wind of a prison ship trying to pass through hutt space discreetly, and saw opportunity to grow his business. Sending all his best available troops on a lone cargo ship, lead by Klaatu, the mission was simple, eliminate the crew, and bring the ship back.After boarding the ship, Klaatu and his gang immediately came under fire by guards patrolling the area. After eliminating the immediate threat of the guards, and capturing the ship for Gorag, Klaatu concocted a plan. Calling his crew, he offered them all an opportunity to leave Gorag permanently, and work for him, in his own business venture. Only half of the crew seemed interested in what he had to say. So he offered that half of the crew double the pay of this job to eliminate the opposing side, the decision was quick.
With his crew now reduced in half, Klaatu went over the intercom of the ship, making an offer to the prisoners aboard in the lower deck. Either join him, and work for him and receive a fair pay, or be executed here and now. Before allowing the prisoners to even consider the options, he order his troops to kill all prisoners in cell block D (¼ prisoner population, about 25). The remaining prisoners willingly joined him, some out of respect, others money, but all of them now fear their captain. Returning back to Nal Hutta, Klaatu was graciously received by his master/mentor Gorag. As a reward for a job well done, Gorag had transferred a large sum of credits into his account. Thanking Gorag, Klaatu bowed to his master and left the room as Gorag’s guards unloaded their weapons into their former master. With Gorag dead, and his former crew either dead or on his side, Klaatu took the reigns of what was Gorag’s business and began to make his own name in the universe.

Faction Logo:
Faction Name:
GORT (Galactic Organization of Retainer Traders) Company
Faction Classification:
Slave traders
Faction Leader:
Klaatu Barada
(TBD)
Faction Members(Players):

Important NPCs:



Faction Assets:
The Tartarus- Heavy Prison ship: 20-25 crew/upto 100 prisoners



4 Lambda transports: 6 crew/ upto 8 prisoners
Collectively about 60 crew members
Gorag’s Compound: Gorag owned a small cantina that acted as his base of operations and personal home. Now refitted for better serving their purpose.
Roughly 7 million credits

Faction History:
19BBY- Clone Wars end. Gorag seeks to expand his power in the cartel by eliminating other members of the cartel who impede steal his business.
17BBY- Gorag kills off all of his high ranking officers believing them to be out to get him, only allowing his personal guard and Klaatu into his quarters.
16BBY- Klaatu takes over the day to day operations of the business for Gorag, expanding the business into new ventures.
13BBY- Klaatu and his men begin attacking small villages for stock due to sales being at an all time high.
10BBY- gorag begins to pay his soldiers a ‘fair’ wage due to their commitment and success, though his men were beginning to see Klaatu holding all the cards.
9BBy- Gorag blunders, sending out a task force into dangerous territory with no planning, costing the whole crew dearly.
8BBY- Gorag’s men, lead by Klaatu, successfully capture a Heavy prisoner transport ship traveling through hutt space, with a loaded armory and full prisoner capacity.
A coup begins to form.
7.5BBY- Klaatu and his band of killers return with the ship, Gorag not knowing what had happened on the ship, welcomed his trusted ally back home. Already having paid off and convinced the rest of Gorag’s men, Klaatu killed his master, firmly placing him in charge.
7BBY- The company relaunches under new leadership and rearmed with updated equipment. Taking over right where they left off, they soon begin making more than they ever dreamed of.
4BBY- Small skirmish with the Hutt cartel, killing half the entire crew, and costing them 2 Lambdas.
2BBY- Massacre on Kintan. While recruiting on Kintan, Klaatu offered his native people an opportunity to join him. When the locals became hostile for fear they were to be enslaved if they said no, the village people attacked. The village was left in ashes.
1ABY- Business is at an all time high, with more buyers than ever seen before.
4ABY- Jabba dies, leaving the cartel weak, making it a prime time to steal contacts and further destroy the hutt empire. GORT company seeks to using the dying cartel to fertilize its own growth.

*Note: I'm looking for someone to co-run this faction with. Preferably a bounty-hunter-esque character who joined in about the same time The coup happens. Im aiming to make Klaatu more of a warden for the ship/slave-salesman. If anyone is interested, just let me know.*

Name: Ken Neumann

Species: Human

Age: 18

Appearance:


Faction: Believers

Equipment:

Dual Vibroswords - Two blades of sharp metal that vibrate at high speeds, widening any cuts made by them.

Jetpack - A crude jetpack salvaged from a bounty hunter's kit, this well-maintained piece of junk allows Ken an added mobility advantage; useful for sudden strikes against enemy installations.

Shield Belt - As Ken prefers to travel light, he does not carry much in the way of armor. A belt containing a small shield generator, however, can more than make up for that. Made up of jury-rigged components taken from slain slavers, the belt can handle a few volleys of blasterfire before it overheats. This, when combined with Ken's high mobility, makes him as lethal as possible in combat.

Skills:

Melee Combat - Ken is skilled in the art of cutting up his foes.

Agility - Ken is as fast as humanly possible at peak human strength and speed.

Piloting and Mechanics - Ken is a skilled pilot of airspeeders, shuttles, and (obsolete or cobbled-together) starfighters. He also knows how to repair and maintain them, the only reason he had much of an education.

Weaknesses:

Mistrustful - Years of slavery had left their mark on Ken, and so have the years of fighting for freedom. Ken hates the Empire and the Hutts as much as anyone could, but thinks that the New Republic would just absent itself from the affairs of the Outer Rim like the Galactic Republic of old had before.

Cross-Purposes - Ken merely wants to liberate Hutt Space; he does not want to take the fight to the rest of the Empire and New Republic. In fact, he doesn't care about the Galaxy outside Hutt Space at all; they can go hang as far as he's concerned.

History:

Ken's father and mother were minor officers in a Seperatist ship, one of the few not crewed by droids or using droid brains. They fought in several fleet actions in the Outer Rim, and were on the verge of promotion when the droid armies were suddenly deactivated all over CIS space. Forced into a rout by the emerging Galactic Empire, Ken's parents retreated with their ship to the Western Reaches, where with several other holdouts, they were faced with the overwhelming might of the enemy. For a while, they managed to inflict some casualties on the aeging clone troopers and the cheaper, more expendable recruit armies of the Empire before being forced to go on the run again, this time heading to Hutt Space. There, they planned to work as mercenaries and build up new strength to fight against the Galactic Empire.

This strategy worked for a time, but then the Hutts decided that Ex-Seperatists with a political agenda and without tactical skills were too much trouble for the cost. And so, in a startling (to them) betrayal, Ken's parents were attacked by Hutt-allied mercenaries and enslaved. Some years later, Ken himself was born into a life of servitude.

The resulting childhood was rough, and Ken's parents knew that their son would not have much of an education at all if he didn't show any skill at anything that involved mechanics and technology. So, they, in what time they were allowed for themselves, tried to encourage Ken in that direction. They partially succeeded when it turned out that Ken, though not a genius, showed an early interest in speeders and racing them. He was then allowed by the local overseer to learn from the nearby slave-mechanics.

Ken thus lived a less hard life than other slaves, but still with its share of struggle. He hated it. He hated the life he lived and wished to be free. And that was when he encountered Cinder's messages exhorting the slaves of the Hutt Empire to revolt. And a flame grew within him, a flame that cannot be silenced quickly, and he and other mechanics who've heard Cinder's words began planning a revolt of their own.

They made blasters and explosives from spare parts, as well as tracked the location where the tracking devices and kill-switches of each slave were receiving their signals. All the while, they kept their group small, in order to prevent betrayal from within. Finally, when word arrived of Jabba the Hutt's death, and the Battle of Endor mere days after that; they struck, destroying the place where their metaphorical leashes were kept by remote-piloting a cargo vessel packed with explosives straight through the comms tower.

After that, the planet began to erupt in rebellion; several other cells had the same idea of revolution inspired by Cinder. And so, in a chaotic few weeks, a planet was freed from the Hutt Cartel and slavers, Cipher had more followers, and Ken gained valuable combat experience.

However, Ken knew that more was needed; a planet can be bombarded or blockaded from orbit, and so the Believers needed their own starships. So he, along with members of other cells, formed a team dedicated to seizing as many vessels as possible, and the tech to repair them. That way, they can have a fleet that may one day contest the New Republic and the Empire, and drive them out of Hutt Space...

Ken's parents are alive and in a secret sanctuary, btw.

Name: Delni Rhiko

Species: Togruta

Age: 25

Appearance: Has skin that is primarily dark-orange, with black and white bands on her lekku, as well as white stripes on other parts of her body.

Faction: Unaffiliated

Skills (and abilities)

• Fast-learner
• Perceptive (both due to physical senses, and intuition)
• Proficient with computers
• Risk-taker

Weaknesses:

• Untrained in combat
• Has no special physical conditioning
• Risk-taker

History: Sister to Sirka Rhiko, Delni was born just after her family fled to Hutt Space. She shared her sister’s difficult childhood at first, but Sirka was able to start bringing in a larger supply of credits by the time she reached her teenaged years. As such, she was given the freedom to pursue other interests in her life besides menial labor, or fighting. Her sister has always considered her lucky, but she considers herself to be motivated. She experimented in her teens with different means of making a living. While Nar Shaddaa was hardly the most technologically advanced place in the galaxy, Delni was able to use it enough to give her some interest in it. She spent a few years working with the computers of her neighbors and local businesses, or sometimes reprogramming glitchy droids. It was a kind of work that certainly had a future, but she found that she enjoyed talking with her clients more than actually working for them.

After years of hearing of her parents’ former lives, Delni developed the dream of somehow returning to them. They had been merchants, and a life of talking to people, making sales, making friends and connections, sounded much more appealing to her than what she had been doing. Unfortunately, she was never able to secure the kind of stock necessary to actually open a store, but she has been able to live something of the life she wanted by managing her sister’s business and financial affairs. She has shown to be good at reading people, and has been able to give her sister some definite boosts to her income with the deals she has made.