Name: Wes Arrel

Race: Human

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Occupation: Part-time smuggler, full-time pilot

Appearance: Wes’s physique is a curious mix between sedentary pilot and professional Smashball player, earned from a lifetime of zero cardio and poor diet mixed with anaerobic workouts. Wes is certainly large, but his muscles lack the definition of a seasoned warrior thanks to his love of junk food; much like a seal, a persistent layer of fat encompasses his body. It seems no matter how often he shaves, a certain amount of stubble remains on Wes’ face, and the battle against his furry chest was lost long ago. His back is raked with brutal, raised scars, about three feet long, likely from some form of torture; the rest of his skin is flecked with the occasional scar, but nothing major.

Personality: Bombastic, hyperbolic, and a bit of a liar, Wes imagines himself as the hero of the galaxy, but he's really just another scoundrel with an inflated ego. That isn't to say he's all bad; as far as smugglers go, Wes is up there with the more friendly ones. Sure, he breaks the law, but that comes with the job. To date, he hasn't killed anyone (on purpose, anyways), and while he would if needed, Wes would much rather knock them unconscious or simply run away. He has a soft spot for the struggling and weak in the galaxy, going out of his way sometimes to help them, though he finds ways to justify it as "personal gain" to maintain a tough-guy exterior. Still, his ego gets the better of him, and Wes loves exaggerating his exploits. Tell the same story enough times, and it ends up being a fleet of pirates you escape rather than two ships. These tales become increasingly tall when there's a female presence, since Wes will do almost anything to win over the opposite sex, to a fault. It may seem that Wes is pretty overconfident, perhaps even arrogant, and that's because he is.

Wes is pretty aimless in his life, seeking mostly pay and pleasure. His head tends to be in the clouds, and his current "life goal" (if you could call it that) is to get his damn ship back from the pirates that stole it; working for the Republic is just a means to an end. He doesn't fight for any real cause, and doesn't believe in much save for himself. He can be trusting, but prefers to keep strangers at arms length, unless he's had a couple drinks. The pilot won't warm up to you immediately, but he certainly won't throw a fellow scoundrel to the wolves once a bond is established.

History: Wes was born on Corellia to two brilliant scientists working for the Corellian Engineering Corporation. Unfortunately, their brilliance was not passed down to their only son, as they quickly discovered from his less-than-stellar performance in school. It became apparent that Wes was much more interested in girls, exploring, and flying star ships than actually designing them. So, once he was of age, Wes’ parents sent him off to the flight school for the Republic Navy, where he promptly flunked out. “No focus” the instructors said. It didn’t take long for another pathway to open up for Wes though, working aboard a dingy cargo freighter, The Lucky Loth, under a shady Devaronian captain named Jacqisa. The Devaronian functioned both as his first mentor and first love, but the older woman saw 16-year-old Wes as a ship boy rather than an equal. He worked hard on her ship, motivated mostly by lust, but nevertheless the young spacer learned the foundations of piloting a freighter. As he grew older, Wes saw Jacqisa as less of a muse and more of a partner, especially once she offered him a position as her first mate. This lasted a few years before Jacqisa retired, selling the freighter to him. At a discount, of course.

Now the captain of his own starship, Wes began shipping and smuggling goods with his own protégé, a Twi’lek man named Loreher. The Twi’lek was significantly older than Wes and lacked any real spacing experience, but was undergoing something of a midlife crisis, so Wes took him aboard. The two kept this up for many years, getting into their fair share of trouble, but all good things must come to an end. Loreher ended up “settling down” after discovering a seemingly innocent fling on Tatooine had resulted in triplets. A week after his partner’s departure, Wes sat adrift in The Lucky Loth’s escape pod, with the rest of the ship flying into the stars with a new pirate captain.

With no money and no vessel, Wes' only option was to sign up as an independent contractor with the Republic; they gave him a freighter and sent him on his way to some hellhole corner of the galaxy called Gamorria. With any luck, he’d find the bastards who took his ship there.

Equipment: Wes doesn’t carry too much on his person on a day-to-day basis, and even then, he’s a little forgetful. When his mind isn’t in a hangover-induced haze, Wes’ll remember to strap on his DH-19 Pistol and throw the accompanying bandolier of tibanna gas cartridges on, with a knife or two stashed into his boot and jacket. He rarely forgets to grab a few credits, or whatever currency might be useful in the corner of the galaxy he finds himself in. However, inside his VCX-650 light freighter, one can find all sorts of junk; Wes’ ship contains enough heaps of scrap, food, and other assorted supplies to colonize a small moon, and that’s before the Republic loads his cargo bay up with shipments. Of course, like any good pilot, Wes keeps his tool kit near the cockpit, filled to the brim with hydrospanners, data pads, fusion cutters, and other useful items to repair Republic property.

Force Powers: Wes is pretty damn force sensitive; unfortunately, he’s too dumb to ever utilize, or even recognize, his sensitivity, so his ability manifests itself as “luck”.

Skills:

• Space Trucker: Wes has probably spent more time in the cockpit than on solid land, and he’s developed keen skills as a navigator and pilot, along with the occasional repair job.
• Indomitable Spirit: While far from the most elite fighters, Wes has been in his fair share of brawls on backwater planets, and even tortured a few times by corrupt government officials putting the squeeze on smugglers, so the pilot can take one hell of a beating. He’ll still complain in the morning though.
• Wes Radio: Wes runs a somewhat-successful holonet show in his spare time when he’s jumping from planet to planet, composed of his mostly-coherent rambling intermixed with music. His audience is mostly other smugglers and pilot who tune in to hear his grossly exaggerated exploits, though rougher cantinas will occasionally air his vulgar music. As such, Wes has gained something of a cult following amongst the underclass of the galaxy, and can occasionally rely on his few fans to help him.
• Hokey Religion: Call it the Force or call it luck, but Wes has a whole lot of it, and if he didn’t, the pilot certainly would have died in a fiery explosion or something long ago; by most galaxy standards, Wes simply does too many dumb things to live, but something out there seems to be looking out for him. The dice always seem to roll in his favor, the blaster bolt zipping by just inches from his face.
• All in the Wrist: While a terrible shot, Wes is at least quick on the draw, be it drawing his blaster or throwing a knife. He’s been practicing the latter lately, judging from the number of holes in his freighter’s cockpit door.

Weaknesses:

• Why Run When you can Fly?: Wes’ cardio is, to put it simply, pretty awful. Short sprints are painful enough, but running long distance? Forget about it.
• Bumbling Tourist: For a man who’s travelled the galaxy three times over, Wes is surprisingly ignorant of local customs and culture. He navigates the underworld well, but that’s about it. Plop him down at a dinner table anywhere and he’s bound to offend someone, though their reactions may vary. As if this weren’t bad enough, Wes thinks himself the world’s greatest polygot, able to speak almost any language, but in truth his Huttanese, Cheunh, Gamorrese, and a plethora of others are more likely to get him shot than a room at the local tavern. That won’t stop him from trying though.
• Terrible Tactician: Wes can barely think 10 minutes ahead, let alone create any sort of viable battle or espionage plan. When he does, it typically involves intricate costumes, outlandish accents, and access to heavy ordinance. His plans never end well.
• Rancor in a China Shop: Aside from the occasional saving grace from his “luck”, Wes is extraordinarily clumsy when not in the cockpit. Dropping things, getting knocked over, and sometimes simply falling over his own feet is an everyday occurrence, so don’t ever ask him to walk a tightrope.
• Luststruck: Wes is a sucker for a beautiful woman. Show any interest in him and he’ll be wrapped around their finger in the blink of an eye; that is, until he gets what he wants, then the pilot will be halfway across the galaxy the next day.

Name: Gloopra Bokater

Race: Rodian

Age: 144

Gender: Male

Appearance:



Personality: Quiet. Gloopra doesn't talk unless absolutely necessary, he see's this as making a perfect fit with his friend, Vrerr, who will talk someone's ears off if given half the chance. He has accepted his role in the order as a fighter, unfit for most other Jedi business. He is very fond of Vrerr and even though their philosophy's might be polar opposites, he respects her choices and beliefs.

Occupation: Jedi Battle-Master

History: Born into the Pirate guilds on Nar Shaadaa, Gloopra was raised to be a Black Sun enforcer during the days of the Empire. When his force sensitivity presented itself at a young age, his father sold him to one of the other captains for 100,000 credits. Gloopra didn't resent his father for this, Pirate guilds often trade sentients like livestock, but he did resent his new captain who took him and molded him into a killing machine. By the age of 10, Gloopra was able to kill a fully grown man with his bare hands and was proficient in many forms of armed combat. As he grew and went between captains as they were killed by other captains to get this killing machine, his life knew naught but the wanton slaughter of others until he was given a very special target. Thrown into a combat pit, he came face to face with the legendary Luke Skywalker, who had been captured by mercenaries that wanted to collect the "Wanted dead or alive" bounty as put out by the Empire, specifically the first part of that.

Luke and Gloopra fought hand to hand, Luke had the force on his side, but so did Gloopra, albeit, untrained. Luke, seeing Gloopra's command of the Force spent the fight talking, rather than attacking, telling Gloopra of how much more he could be, what kinds of things he could do, how he could put his combat prowess to use for good, rather than the dark path he had been forced onto. Luke did get through to Gloopra and together, they managed to escape. Gloopra became one of Luke's first Apprentices and soon became a Jedi Knight. He was never granted a Padawan, but this was at his own request, he instead was given the task of looking after younglings and teaching others about lightsaber combat. Whilst looking through the archive's, he discovered the Barash Vow. Those who focused solely on combat and were otherwise Jedi only. He talked to Luke about taking the vow, but Luke wouldn't allow it, the order was still young and he couldn't afford to have their best fighters going off into the wilderness. So, Luke created the "Battle-Master" vow, an offshoot of the Barash vow that would allow a Jedi to focus solely on combat, but remain with the others, not take on Jedi matter's, but mainly serve as a warrior and teacher to the others on how to duel with a lightsaber. Nobody in the order being above being called in by him for lessons in combat. At some point after becoming Battle-Master, he married, although he refuses to divulge the details of said marriage, who and where they are, due to wanting to keep them safe and away from him or the frequent Black Sun attempted hits on him.

The only Jedi business he did take on was Bodyguard missions. Recently, he has been playing bodyguard to Senator Vrerr Ordo. Although she see's him as a grizzled old veteran, he has come to care for as sort of a surrogate daughter.

Equipment:
2x Lightsabers (1 Blue bladed, the other Green)
Double-Lightsaber (Purple blades)
Comm-Link
Duraplast Armour (Under his robes)
TIE Silencer (Not really equipment, but it's his ship. He "liberated" it during a raid on Seinar Fleet Systems' factories on Kuat. He had been sent to sabotage a new TIE fighter's development and found the prototype Silencer. He erased the plans from the database and stole to prototype. It has been his ever since.)

Force Powers:
Force Push/Pull
Force Telekinesis
Force Jump
Mind-Trick
Force Crush
Force Choke
Force Lightning

Skills:
Lightsaber Combat (Considered one of the finest in the order, Gloopra has spent over a century learning and honing his skills in almost all forms of Lightsaber combat, even the dreaded Juyo.)
Unarmed combat (Whilst in The Black Sun, he became proficient at brawling, but it wasn't until he gained access to the Jedi resources that he truly learned the art of unarmed combat. He is now considered one of the foremost practicioners of Teras Kasi)
Armed Combat (Everything from Vibroblades to Blasters, the Black Sun trained him to kill)
Fighter Pilot (Whilst in The Black Sun, he, like all pirates, learned to fly a fighter. Whilst in the Black Sun, his vehicle of choice was the Kihraxz Fighter, but his current fighter of choice is refitted TIE Silencer that he has been using since he liberated it from the Imperials.)

Weaknesses:
Bullheadedness (He is always right and trying to convince him otherwise is pointless)
Over Confidence (He is VERY good at what he does, but he constantly underestimates opponents due to them being younger than him.)
Over Protective (He will often put himself in harms way completely unnecessarily in order to protect Comrades that probably didn't need protecting.)

Name: Vrerr Ordo

Race: Mandolorian

Age: 32

Gender: Female

Appearance:



Personality: A woman of many words and little restraint, Vrerr is a diplomat that is used to her words being able to shape nations and so, although she will not hesitate to tell people what she thinks about them, she will also choose her words very carefully. Born into a family that supports Mandalore's new pacifistic path, she has an intense and deep loathing for anyone who would call themselves "Mandalorian" that fights for honour. That being said, she is no fool, she knows how to defend herself, but will not be the one to engage in hostilities. She is also a medical professional, so, when combat is upon her, her usual strategy is to dive for cover whilst her bodyguards sort it out, taking care of the injured, however she will not hesitate to throw herself into the fray in order to rescue an injured comrade and drag them to safety.

Occupation: Senator

History: Born into the Mandalorian Aristocracy, she grew up within the walls of the capitol city, Sundari. Her family was a staunch supporter of the return to their pacifistic ways, from before the Clone Wars, that had seen a growth of culture and an attempt at restoring life to the blasted world of Mandalore. She learned from many of the great minds of Mandalore, studied and graded highly in university. She had originally trained to be a Doctor, but shortly after earning her degree, her father forced her into politics. Not that she minded, helping people in the political landscape was just as important as helping them in the surgery room. She was quickly accepted into the major political party and, before she even knew what she was doing was made into the voice in the senate for Mandalore.

10 years later, she has seen a lot of reforms, not only on Mandalore, but in the Republic as a whole. Mandalore is undergoing Terraforming and already, one of the continents has grass growing in places. Naturally, she has been the target of several "Mandalorian Reborn" attacks, those who wish for Mandalore to return to her warrior past. She asked the Jedi Order for protection and Battle-Master Gloopra was more than happy to oblige her. Her latest venture is to bring Gamorria into the Republic's fold. As such, she has gone to conduct important negotiation with the closest thing the planet has to "Government officials" in the local Crime Lords and Gangs.

Equipment:
ELG-3A Blaster Pistol
Comm-Link

Skills:
Medical Doctorate (She is a fully licenced surgeon and doctor)
Speechcraft (After a decade in politics, she knows how to talk to people to get them on her side.)

Weaknesses:
Lack of combat prowess (She knows how to shoot a blaster and that's about it. She's a pacifist that lacks any formal combat training, relying on others to do it for her.)

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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: Kaiden Fey

Race: Human

Age: 29

Gender: Male




Personality: Kaiden is a rather chatty, yet he uses this only in private. He's pretty easy to approach and he does not make himself look strong for intimidation.

Occupation: New Republic Intelligence Agent


Kaiden grew in a smuggler's den (A shipyard) to parents who left him alone with only a note stating his last name. A man named Tremor, a smuggler helped him in life and in-exchange for working with him in his ship. At the age of 15 Kaiden saw as Tremor was shot down, with no where left to go he stole an A-Wing and became a mercenary. Along his career he gained the title "The Mad Kid" for using his somehow gifted skills. Kaiden at the age of 19 decided to enlist in The New Republic, as he discovered his parents where officers and as a way of maybe them knowing his safe, if they still cared. He was recruited into the Republic Intelligence and trained in language, anti torture, gun maintaining and use, computer hacking (Though he was not a fan of it) and piloting for 6 years.

His first mission was a pirate hideout in Tatooine. Using his skills he was able to find the hideout and give the New Republic a list of names of pirates who was part of a bigger operation. He did missions for The Republic for four years becoming a respected officer. He was sent to Gamorria to help with the operations, for him it was just another simple go-clear type of mission.

*2,000 credits for spending and basic necessities by The Republic
*EL-16HFE Blaster Rifle, armed with mods
*DH-17 Blaster Pistol, Mods in energy cell
*3 Thermal Detonators
*2 Handmade Smoke Grenade
*Personal Upgraded X-Wing (With Emergency Kit and 2 days of Military Rations with a flare and radio)
*Holocommunicator
*A light armor behind his brown coat
*Cortotitis (Lightsaber-Weave) coat, only in it's lower parts due to rarity of the weave.
*3 Computer spike

*Language, Huttese, Droid and Gammorean
*Ship Piloting
*Marksmanship
*Anti-Info Extraction Torture
*Charisma
*Basic Hacking
*Weapon Maintaining

Weaknesses: Kaiden was trained against all of this except a force-wielder, who he knows can destroy any weapons he has. He's armor is weak against automatic and powerful weapons.

Name: Vyn'Kel'Ruordoa (He allows people to call him Kel for short)

Race: Chiss

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance: Kel is very tall for a Chiss, standing at approximately 6 feet 11 inches and is also heavily muscled , coming from many years of extremely unpleasant training. He shares the black hair and deep red eyes so common of his race, although his eyes are a slightly lighter shade of red as is considered normal. His hair is always combed, as if he was about to go into a meeting, rather than a firefight.





Personality: Kel isnt really what you would call a people person, preferring to be left to his own devices for long periods of time. He doesnt exactly hate company, but just doesnt really consider it high on his list of priorities, and doesnt really care about the somewhat cold facade he puts out. To his fellow soldiers/operatives however, hes considerably more upbeat, often helping them with various tasks, giving advice on their future missions (wheither the advice in question is wanted or not) and even joining in their Sabaac games. Due to this, he once gained somewhat of a reputation as someone you really should play against, as he has a lot of money and is utterly awful at the game.

In outright combat, he is clearly having the time of his life. Hes fully aware of how tough his armor is, and is fully willing to make use of it, taking on dozens of opponents at a time for the simple thrill of being able to fight dozens of people at a time. And winning. Due to this, he rarely works well in squads. With the firepower he wields, he prefers to reduce any enemy building to a pile of rubble, and makes sure to leave no one alive, unless they make very clear gestures of surrender. Even if they do, he will most likely level a building or two afterwards anyway, just to make sure. He also has a tendency to talk to himself in firefights, even when his comlink is off. Both his fellow soldiers and surviving opponents agree that this is really weird.

Also, its best not to mention that hes a Chiss. He is aware of his race and is sick of people pointing it out. Its not as if he's an endangered species.

Occupation: New Republic Black Ops Trooper- Rank: Captain

History:
Vyn'Kel'Ruordoa was born on Coruscant to a pair of Chiss who had defected to the republic 60 years after the battle of Endor. Despite misgivings from some republic officials, they were allowed to raise their child in relative peace, in one of the nicer spires of Coruscant. They both worked as analysts for Republic intelligence, and Kel grew up in a relatively pleasant environment. His parents were often away, but he rarely minded, and began to take an interest in technology. He planned to become an engineer when he was older, but instead, like many youths on Coruscant, found himself intrigued by what was going on in the lower sectors of the city. After a fair few parties and a near arrest, he eventually found his way into a gang. He wasnt overly popular, but they kept him around for his skill with various forms of technology, or, most notably, slicing.

Needless to say, this didnt last long. After a botched robbery that ended with the deaths of two of the gang and the wounding of a security officer, Kel panicked and got rid of anything that might lead back to him. This included the gang's leader, who, after an arguement, Kel shot in the back shortly after most of them were arrested. Returning home, and thouroughly chastened by what had happened, Kel made the choice to join the Republic Military. Although he realised how idiotic his days in the gang were, he still longed for the thrill of danger again, even if that danger had ended in multiple deaths.

He joined, and excelled in almost anything they threw at him in training, to the point he was listed as someone the higher-ups should keep an eye on. He saw action in the Rishi maze, taking part in a daring boarding operation on a Slaver ship that earned him a commendation, and resulted in his promotion to Captain. It was this point he was approached by some of the more...secretive sections of the Republic army. Although he was an excellent soldier, it was well known that he didnt work great in a team. They gave him a chance to act as an operative for them, being deployed in operations where secrecy and brute force may be needed in equal measure. Needless to say, Kel was delighted by this offer, as it would allow him to have the fights he wanted and the independence he wanted even more. Needless to say, it reminded him of his gang days.

After multiple solo operations across the galaxy, Kel was deployed to Gamorria to aid and watch the relatively small military force there. He isn't particularly pleased about this assignment, as it involves him working with people.

Equipment:
A heavy assault cannon, able to fire both standard blaster bolts and various forms of Ordinance. It was originally designed as a bunker buster.

A heavy form of fully enclosed anti-blast armor, designed as a heavier version of old ARC trooper suits. Lined with Mandalorian iron, allowing it to take hits from lightsabers. It also has built in injectors for various painkillers and stimulants.

Thermal detonators, incendiary grenades, smoke bombs and mines. Carries three of each.

A vibroknife, located on his right boot.

A heavily modified Ye-4 Gunship, created from a pattern taken from the Empire. Its modifications give it even more firepower than the previous version, although it is relatively slow. Not unlike its pilot.

A med kit.

Multiple scanning probes.

Sometimes a computer spike or two, depending if he has enough space.

A snack.

Force Powers: None that he knows of, although he has sometimes wondered if he is force sensitive due to some odd things that have happened around him. Usually, he doesnt care. Being a jedi looks incredibly boring, although he does like their swords.

Skills:
Anti-Almost-Anything Trooper: As the equipment may have suggested already, Kel's entire job is to level just about anything that gets in his path, as quickly and efficently as possible. His armor allows him to take anything short of a direct anti-materiel hit, and even then, it can flood his system with enough stimulants to keep him going. His natural strength and the armor's motors make him incredibly strong in close quarters, to the point he almost never uses his knife.

Not as stupid as he pretends to be: Kel has an extremely adept mind for strategy and tactics, to the point he was nominated for a tacticians post at one point. He does use this now and again, as he isn't quite idiotic enough to run into an enemy base without some kind of plan. He also speaks Mando'a and Huttese, as well as basic.

Medical Know How: Hes a pretty decent medic, although this skill is rather rusty, seeing as he rarely fights alongside people anymore and his armor can deal with his own injuries.

Observant: He is capable of noticing very small things in people and enviornments, which aids greatly in his work. The noticing of people allows him to read their emotions and actions quite accurately, making him a fairly decent lie detector. He barely ever uses this skill on people.

Weaknesses:
Despite all the firepower he throws at people on a daily basis, Kel isnt a very good shot. He used to be, in the academy, but he rarely aims at specific targets anymore, preferring to repeatedly perforate them with as many shots as possible.

His armor, as you can imagine, makes him quite slow. A few of his opponents have managed to beat him just by running away as fast as possible.

He isn't a very good pilot. Unlike the aforementioned bad shooting, hes always been like this.

He utterly hates the idea of leaving a job unfinished, to the point he may disobey orders if he is ordered to retreat before he has finished shooting things.

Name: Lahana Sunset

Race: Half human, half Echani

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance: Lahana stands at a rather tall height of six feet four inches tall. She has a head of long straight silver hair, about three feet long, which is usually swept to either the left or right side of her head. She often tries to hide her padawan braid while fiddling with her hair, leaving it tucked behind her ear. She has a tan complexion and a multitude of scars. Most notably there are marks of lashing on her back and discolored skin on the right side of her face due to a burn, running from the end of her right brow to the bottom of her chin. She has dark lines under her eyes. She doesn't get much sleep, and when she does she is tormented by nightmares. The only time she is at rest are the few moments she is able to meditate and be at peace.

Otherwise her facial features are soft, with a subtle nose and mouth. If not for her sharp auburn eyes she would appear almost approachable. Her voice alternates between just a bit too quiet and just a bit too loud, as she has difficulty gauging the proper tone of conversation.

If she isn't wearing the robes given to her she can be seen wearing painfully plain clothing. She has no fashion sense to speak of.

Lahana spends a lot of time training her body, and it shows. She has clearly defined muscles with a low body fat percentage. While she isn't hulking she is far stronger than the average person.

Personality: Lahana is full of good intentions and poor actions. She wants to treat people kindly, but tends to avoid contact and say all the wrong things during conversation. Being close to people sets her on edge, as voices in her head tell her all the horrible things others can do to her. She tries to ignore her paranoia, but it often gets the better of her.

She's still not used to holding normal conversation, so will either end up not saying much or saying far too much. The only time she can understand someone is when she fights them, as she believes is due to her heritage. She wants to live as a proper jedi, but struggles with her emotions. She knows giving in to anger could lead her down a dark path, she knows violence can't solve everything, but it's all she knew for a long time.

Occupation: Padawan

History: Lahana was born on a planet that rained acid and was home to ferocious wildlife. She doesn't remember much about her parents. She’s forgotten their voices, forgotten their faces, but she can never forget the day they were slaughtered in front of her by slavers. She was captured and sold to a mercenary company. There she had an explosive collar latched onto her neck. The collar sent a shock through her body whenever she was disobedient, or whenever her captors felt like it. She went through what could technically be called training, but was more akin to torture. She was thrown into arenas with wild animals and forced to fight for her life, she was beaten and whipped so as to dull her sense of pain. When they got bored her captors would occasionally force her to fight other people in underground fights to the death, after a while she lost count of the number she'd killed.

She was sent on missions with the mercenaries, acting as front line fodder with other slaves. She's seen her friends blown apart, stabbed and torched alive. Eventually she stopped talking to others as she couldn't take losing anymore friends. After returning from another contract her captors celebrated by drinking. While they were debilitated she heard one of them say that a jedi taskforce had been sent to take care of them. They broke into chaos and Lahana took this chance to escape. She killed the man that held the key to her cuff once they were in a room alone, with him drunkingly shoving money and other goods into a bag she took the knife from his belt and stabbed him to death. Hearing the commotion more of them went into the room. Lahana could have escaped then, instead she waited for the few others that had not run already to come having heard the commotion. She was only ten years old, but unknown to her she had the force backing her, and it along with her training was more than enough for her to slaughter them.

Shortly afterwards the door to the room opened, and a man adorned in a robe stood before her. The knife in her hand was slick with blood, and the room was painted red. The robed man was her future master. Her master saw that if left alone she would quickly be seduced by the allure of the dark side, so he took her under his wing as his padawan.

Equipment: She has a basic green saber that she constructed as part of her training. Besides that one she has another that she built in her spare time. While searching for the crystal to create her first saber she happened upon a clear crystal. When she looked closer, she saw that the crystal was murky and fogged on the inside. Her master told her such a crystal would not be ideal, leading to an unpredictable appearance. However instead of tossing it away, she kept it. Installing it into a curved hilt, this lightsaber produces a white saber with blinking black spots when turned on.

Force Powers: Lahana has knowledge of the core abilities of a jedi, and is particularly adept at offensive feats. Passive abilities or those that require great concentration are difficult, if not impossible for her to do.

Skills:
First Aid training - Lahana opted to learn how to deal with common injuries that would be sustained in battle, a skill that was needed as she was rarely taken care of by her captors.

Firearms proficiency - While she isn't a top class marksman, Lahana is well versed in the use of blasters and other projectile weapons.

Close Quarters Combat - Lahana is an expert in hand to hand combat, as well as the use of weapons such as her lightsabers.

Weaknesses: Socially inept, Prone to fits of anger, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder caused by her early childhood.

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.

Name: Padul Hssesch

Race: Trandoshan

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance:


Standing at exactly 2.1 meters tall with sandy scales, Padul looks almost identical to any other trandoshan of her kind. However, it is her attire that makes her distinct, she wears a white and black uniform and while it may somewhat resemble an old imperial uniform, she wears it to distinguish herself from the other troopers as she feels wearing some armor will weigh her down.

Personality:
Padul, simply put, is a rather aggressive character, though what trandoshan isn’t the most aggressive being in the galaxy. It is merely in her character to solve problems with force rather than properly thinking things through, however, this isn’t to say that she isn’t intelligent as she is about as average as a trandoshan can be in the smarts department. Though, she is a highly curious individual who will tend to investigate things out of impulse rather than reason or orders, there is a common trend here.

Padul does follow orders and is loyal to the republic, but the extent to where she does follow her orders is often a bit of a fuzzy line as she must appease the scorekeeper. This often leads her to do sometimes unjustifiable acts in the eyes of her command or people in general as she may not show mercy to those she needs to kill in order to gain points. Yet, she will occasionally call off of work for a vacation purely so she can hunt animals, or sometimes bounty hunt if she is being corrupted by her bloodlust.

Furthermore, Padul does not believe in the force, while Jedi may be coming back she simply views it as something unexplainable. Though, being force sensitive she is aware of immediate danger in which she only explains as her intuition.

Occupation: Republic Trooper - Rank: Sergeant

History:
Padul has been a rather troublesome child for her family on Trandosha, while behaving and acting as a trandoshan child should, she has always sympathized with Republic and never felt the hatred towards the wookies that her species normally has. In fact, when she became an adult, she actively sought out a recruiter to join the republic, hoping to get her people a better name in the view of the Republic.

Needless to say, she excelled in most missions that required someone to die, finding that killing was a bit easy in her eyes, since she was trained for the hunt. Quickly, she showed martial prowess and Republic command promoted her, and she continued to rise until she became a sergeant. It was then that her presence was more respected, then she was moved to Gamorria, a place she only knew of because her family often took contracts there. It was the primary reason she was sent there, that and she would serve the Republic loyally as a guard for the outpost. However, her inquisitive nature may force her to go out and do other things.

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Equipment:

• Relby-v10 Mortar Gun
• Merr-Sonn Stun Baton
• Smoke Grenades
• 1x Thermal Detonator
• Holo-Comlink
• Credit Chip
• Electrobinoculars

Force Powers: While not strong in the force, Padul is strong enough to sense immediate danger to her.

• Force Sense

Skills:

• Marksman
• Unarmed combat
• Tracking
• Trapping
• Pain Tolerance
  
  Weaknesses:
• Morally Conflicted - wanting to be loyal to her family traditions and to the Republic puts her in a mental twist at times
• Insubordination - Sometimes she goes against her own orders if she curious enough or is morally conflicted.
• Curiosity killed the big ass lizard - She is too curious for her own good.
• Undexterous - Following the standard of a trandoshan, she is often clumsy and is not very dexterous.