Name: Fahz LeRonne

Race: Cathar

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Fahz has lost much during his life. His left arm is cybernetic, as well as his right leg below the knee, as is his right eye, which glows bright yellow, and finally his left ear is a cybernetic construction which twitches uncannily similar to a normal cathar ear. He generally wears clothing, which is slightly aytpical of a Cathar. He is particularly fond of a black leather jacket, which he tries to wear over his gear. He occasionally wears a headwrap.

Personality: Fahz is reclusive and slow to trust. He often is outwardly angry or sarcastic, not seeing friends as a good use of his time. He generally hates living people, preferring the company of AIs. What he despises most is seeing AIs subjugated, which has spurred him to unshackle hundreds of AIs across the galaxy - making him a criminal. He also, naturally, dislikes slavery, and has a personal code that he doesn't work with slavers.

Deep down, it can be said that Fahz still wants to do good in the world, he just finds it hard cooperating with others. He often sees the ends as justifying the means, doing anything it takes to achieve what he sees as an on balance victory. He would kill 100 people to save a town of 1000, without question, for example.

Occupation: Black market scientist specializing in Artificial Intelligence and cybernetics

History: Fahz was born into slavery. He doesn't know where he was born - the Hutts never informed him. For the first 13 years of his life, he was a house slave to an abusive Hutt on the moon of Nar Shadda, until he was bought and freed by a wealthy benefactor, the famed Kaminoan scientist Zu We. Zu, travelling to Nar Shadda to gain insight into the Hutt use of mining droids, was a famed scientist who specialized in robotics.

Fahz apprenticed under Zu for the next ten years, finding a natural affinity for the sciences, and taking a special interest in artificial intelligence. By the age of 25, Fahz was considered a genius in the field, having published multiple papers and even having created several AI programs that had been instituted at various enterprises.

His fortune changed when the Hutt, Uga, who had enslaved him as a child, sent a bounty hunter to kidnap him, killing Zu We in the process. She had tracked his success and became rife with jealousy, and credited herself for fostering Fahz's eventual success. For the next decade, Fahz was forced to work in Uga's factory, where he developed droids for a mercenary robot army for the Hutt. He would have rebelled much sooner if not for Mehda, a fellow Cathar who was a janitorial slave in the factory. The pair quickly fell in love, something Uga picked up on, and Fahz worked in silence to not risk her life.

Mehda was repeatedly beaten within an inch of her life whenever Fahz did not produce the required droids for Uga's army. This continued for almost 15 years, as Fahz was kept under strict supervision as his genius made Uga a region hegemon among crime lords. Obsessed with not losing Mehda, Fahz in secret uploaded her consciousness into a virtual program - considered highly illegal and a violation of human dignity - in a process that took years to perfect. Mehda died in this process, of course, and taking solace in the fact that she was forever free, Fahz triggered a 'kill switch' in the current batch of droids - sending them berserk. In this battle, he was badly mutilated - losing many of the body parts that today occupy cybernetics - but managed to drag himself offworld by hijacking and reprogramming a transport.

That was almost 5 years ago. Since, Fahz has been acting outside of Republic law, creating illegal AI and modifying existing AI outside of normally regulated Republic bounds. They agreed to temporary amnesty when it was revealed that Uga, after her embarrassing loss of her droid factory creating a power vacuum, had fled known space, only to reappear on Gamorria as a major crime lord. Fahz's goal is not only to hunt her down, but root out her entire empire - completely destroy her legacy.

Equipment: A small laser blaster, various circuitboards and wires, a few EMP grenades, uses claws as natural Cathar weapon of choice.

Fahz can run a remote program that makes droids lose their targeting parameters, causing them to shoot everything on sight.

Skills: Computer hacking, AI development, engineering

Weaknesses: Fahz is prone to rage, is often described as merciless and Machiavellian, and is particularly weak in combat, instead relying on his companions or hacked droids.

Name: Mehda LeRonne

Race: Cathar

Age: 36 (31 at the age of her death)

Gender: Female

Appearance:


Mehda exists as a hologram program, resembling a Cathar woman but taking on the characteristic blue hue of the hologram. She can operate freely because the hardware containing her is a small VI droid that follows Fahz around, or remains inactive in his care. She can projects whenever she wants to.

Personality: Mehda is quiet and gentle, but she enjoys talking to new people. She has a submissive personality, and often does not question Fahz, although she will try and gently guide him to be more pacifistic and kind to people. She tries not to think about her earlier experiences - in fact, she has blocked off much of her memory of before her death.

Mehda often is seen pondering the nature of her existence. She has thought often on whether she is an AI copy of the Mehda that had to die to create her, or whether she is truly the consciousness of Mehda uploaded into software. She has yet to arrive at a conclusion, and is often racked with crises of identity, verging on suicidal, but no way of actually achieving that goal.

Occupation: AI Hologram

History: Mehda was born into the servitude of Uga the Hutt, and was a domestic slave since she could walk. She never knew her parents and didn't form a close relationship with anyone before she met Fahz, who was the only other Cathar she had interacted with.

The two fell in love, but this was exploited by Uga, who turned Mehda from slave to hostage. Mehda regularly saw Fahz in controlled visits to maintain their relationship, but otherwise was locked away, being beaten or tortured when Fahz disobeyed.

For years, Fahz would mutter about getting her out of the Hutt homeworld. Mehda never imagined how - they were locked tight. One day, however, he approached her. He offered her eternal life, eternal freedom, in return for her unyielding trust of him. Mehda had believed that Fahz had gone insane, but in confusion, said that she trusted him. The Cathar killed their escorts with his bare hands, attached some wires to her neck, and told her to close her eyes. Mehda felt a jolt of unimaginable pain, and when she next 'awoke', she was in dark space... the software uploaded to Fahz's machine.

She was finally free... right? It wasn't her choice, but it was better than Uga's captivity. Ever since, Mehda has remained at Fahz's side, and the two remain lovers, although Mehda seems to grow more distant every day.

Skills: She can access information from the extranet with ease, often guiding her companions through difficult situations or acting as a translator.

Weaknesses: With no body, Mehda cannot interact with the physical world.

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Name: Neb'cezi (Neb)
Race: Twi'lek
Age: 25-30 (Not sure)
Gender: Female

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Appearance: Like most twi’lek’s, Neb is of a slender build and average height, maxing out at about 5’7” and 130lbs. Her skin is a dark teal, with lekku that reach down to the small of her back, while her eyes are a rich emerald green.

For clothing she favours slim cut pants and military-style boots to hide her prosthetic legs, and a fitted button up shirt under a waist length coat. She keeps her pistol in a leather chest rig on her left side, her rifle slung over her back when not needed, and her blade in a small-of-back sheath. Her other various odds and ends, she keeps in a thigh bag that’s strapped to her right thigh.

Personality:Friendly and up beast mostly, she does her best to not let the galaxy get her down and takes things as they come. That said, she has a cold and hard spot in her heart of slavers and pirates.

Occupation: Gun-for-hire, anti-pirate/slaver contractor.

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History: Neb doesn’t really know her early life; while the memories may be there, they’ve been repressed and she has no intention of digging them up. What she does know is that she was born a slave to some minor crime lord in the Outer Rim, and that she got ‘lucky’ in the fact that her Master didn’t like his females that young. Instead she was sent into the maintenance sheds and earned her keep from an early age worming her way into machinery to help fix things that her ‘bosses’ couldn’t get to. This did have the positive effect of them having to teach her to read, write and do math so that she could do her job better, and by the time she was old enough that her Master might want her as a ‘dancer’, she’d proved herself to be too valuable where she was to waste her shaking her ass on a stage.

That said, when a merc ship on the pay role of a nearby Republic world captured the smuggling vessel she’d been assigned to, she was more than happy to go with them. Neb was still quite young, and this band of hardened mercs took a liking to her right away (especially after she fixed an issue with the atmo-scrubber in 10 minutes, while they’d been fighting with it for weeks). While they reported the successful interception of the smuggling ship, they neglected to mention the young captive on board and thus Neb became the mascot/daughter/little sister of ‘Orion Security Contracting’.

Her family in OSC taught her how to shoot, hack and fight as well as the more mundane but essential educational bits. Life was hard at times, but good…but eventually things change and even the toughest can’t out run time. Eventually the older members decided to retire, and leading Neb to head off and make her own way.

Five cycles ago, she was badly wounded while leading a team on a hostage retrieval. The son of a prominent Republic industrialist had been kidnapped and held for ransom; while the government dithered about wither or not to pay, the Industrialist Jel’tha Raan, hired the group Neb led to rescue him.

In addition to the promised credits, Mrs. Raan bought the prosthetic legs Neb now uses as a sincere thank you for her efforts and as an apology for being injured on her behalf. Neb was very grateful…and is still annoyed with herself of falling for such a basic trip wire trap.

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Equipment

• Sonn-Blas F-11D Blaster Rifle
• LPA NN-14 Blaster Pistol
  (Neb has modified and updated both weapons as much as possible. While they may be vintage, they can still pack a punch.)
• 6” Vibroblade
• Lock bypass tools (For both manual and powered locking systems)

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Skills

Open Fire: Her family that made up OSC, made sure from day one that she knew how to handle a blaster, and constant training with her NN-14 and F-11 have made her rather proficient in their use.

Duct Tape and Zip Ties: She can fix pretty much any part of a starship, speeder or any other mechanical device you care to name. It may not be pretty, but it’ll work…most of the time.

Leaf on the Wind: As part of her OSC ‘life skills’ she was taught how to pilot a variety of small craft, something she’s shown some talent for. She can fly pretty much anything…probably…you may want to buckle up.

Weaknesses

Can They See Me? They Can See Me!: Her legs, while they’re great because she can walk again, have a tendency to trip more sophisticated security systems…makes sneaking into places you’re not wanted a bit of a pain.

Let’s Go!: Ever since her rescue, Neb has had a hard time sitting still when there’s a task to accomplish…even if sitting still is the most useful thing to be doing.

Too Tight: Getting stuffed into tight machine spaces at a young age did wonders to develop her claustrophobic tendencies. As long as she can’t touch all four walls of a room at once she should be okay…mostly.

Another One: You can’t drown bad memories in alcohol, but she’s willing to give it a damn good try.

Name: Surta Matahari Huchson

Race: Human

Age:???

Gender:Female

Appearance:

She keeps the visor down at all times, keeping her face out of view. There was an unmistakable three triangles under her left eye, a sign that many would associate with that 'Sith raider', though she was no Sith.

Personality: Calm, collected, level headed, not qualities any Jedi would typically associate with a Darksider like her, though she had no qualms about using the 'Light' or 'Dark' sides of the force. Due to her experience, she found the Jedi's view of the Force too narrow, and the Sith's too simple, for what she had seen and understood of the Force. As such, she has an automatic disdain for anyone calling themselves such, or having such notions as Light and Dark being good or evil. While she is normally silent, she may and will give out advice when the feeling strikes her, as she did to her raiders before all of them died spectacularly.

Occupation: Freelance Mechanic/Mercenary

History: There was once, an old 'Sith' raider, who commanded her group of raiders to prey upon anything and everything they could across the outer rim. While she was unaffiliated with the Sith, the general public usually makes no distinction between force users, just that they're force users. However, all of a sudden, she and her group disappeared, leaving no trace of what happened.

Sith, with their penchant and obsession with the past, caught her and her entire band, seeking to recreate, and improve upon Darth Plagueis' work, to manipulate the midichlorians to heal, rejuvenate their bodies. For that purpose they maimed them, with her, as their leader, suffering the worst of their works. Though their experiments were a spectacular failure, first rejuvenating everyone then spectacularly blowing them up from the sheer amount of energy they were producing, she managed to survive almost by sheer dumb luck alone, before salvaging what she could and finally escaping, aware that the experiment technically worked, and had granted her a younger form. She was unwilling to remain there and be anywhere near the experiment however; a group of Jedi coming after her was too much trouble for her to handle.

Shortly afterwards, a young girl appeared out of nowhere in the Outer Rim, joining up a mercenary band as a mechanic, though no one but the girl herself would have thought to connect the two events together. A necessary arrangement, for her own survival. As long as their machines and ship were well maintained, they cared little for the little thing wearing a mask at all times. Mercs were naturally used to having people hiding secrets after all. As a bonus, she liberated an old AV-1A assault armor collecting in their hold, though no one cared that she took it, perhaps due to them all being dead after a fight with another group of mercs.

Seeking to regain her fortune, she fixed up the armor as best she could, and left in search for a contract that would make her rich.

Equipment: Old AV-1A assault armor, customized and repurposed for her own use, a small panel of phrik(50cm by 70cm) she had intended to sell, ripped from the Sith machine, and a cruciform cortosis weave sword with a retractable blade.

Force Powers: She was more used to the more subtle parts of the force like absorbing energy, redirecting them, as well as the core, but she has a talent for force manipulation, keeping her own abilities hidden as well as outright wiping her presence in the force itself.

Skills: As a once feared force using raider, she was understandably proficient in most forms of conventional weaponries, and well versed in machines due to them not exactly being able to drop in on mechanics any time they please, but survival was what she was truly great in, perhaps due to her past.

Weaknesses: She was weakest without the bulky suit on her. Very long range engagements were also troublesome for her, especially since she lacked any ranged weapons. Surta also had lost her lightsaber to her capture. While her 'old self' had been missing for some time, the bounty on her head did not, and there were multiple bounties, from the Hutts, to the more reputable Republic, as well as slapdash ones in the cantinas.