Name: CT-7777, formerly nicknamed "Lucky" by his old unit, goes by the name Fresoc Solisar
Species: Human Clone, from the Jango Fett template
Age: First grown in 21 BBY, CT-7777 is technically only 4 years old, but the advanced clone aging has left him nearing his late 40s biologically, with grey hair, wrinkling skin, and a body beginning to fail.
Major Skills: CT-7777 served in a Republic Flmaetrooper unit as a sergeant. This has given him considerable experience with the BT X-42 Heavy Flamethrower, and in commanding a squad of up to 9 other soldiers besides himself
Minor Skills: CT-7777 is trained with an assortment of other incendiary weapons to a lesser extent, primarily incendiary grenades. He's also reasonably trained in basic usage of light blaster weaponry, such as light rifles or carbines and pistols. He's also accustomed to clearing bunkers and other urban structures, though primarily with flame weaponry.
Character Flaws: CT-7777 is getting old, and his body and mind are showing this age, wear and tear. He's not as strong, fast or enduring as he used to be, and he's arguably a fair bit slower than even an untrained person of a younger age would be. His mind is also slowing down from the accelerated aging, leading to forgetfulness, mixed signals when talking, and misremembering strategies and plans.
Equipment CT-7777 travels light, preferring to wear a cut-down version of his old Phase II clone armor consisting of the undersuit, breastplate, boots and gauntlets. He keeps a DC-17 blaster pistol with him, as well as a pair of spare energy packs for it. Hooked to a web belt on his armor are a pair of incendiary grenades, as well as a grapple line and first aid kit.
Brief Background: CT-7777 was the Sergeant of First Squad in the 23rd Urban Assault Platoon. As the leader of First Squad, he frequently fought alongside Lieutenant CT-2370 "Supes" and Jedi General Narlusia Creeke, and was with them on the fateful day of Order 66. Circumstances led to CT-7777 being the one to have to kill General Creeke. When he finally came to after the order had been executed, he realized what he had done and quickly got as far away from the army as he could, wanting nothing to do with the new "Empire" and their murderous ways. Now he makes his living as a small-time outer-rim mercenary by the name of Fresoc Solisar.

Appearance:

Name:Ossluk, formerly Yoshbuur, referred to as "Gand" by other Gand
Species:Gand - Breather Subspecies
Age: 41
Height: 1.5
Weight: 77 kg
Major Skills:
Staff Fighting
Tracking
Minor Skills:
Shotgun handling
Speeder Driving
Character Flaws:
Treats authority in contempt, believes his experience puts him head and shoulders above other warriors, religiosity bordering on the extreme, follows a bizarre code of ethics only he knows.
Equipment
Breathmask
Gand Shockprod staff
Trandoshan Slugthrower
Brief Background:

Information on the Gand calling himself Ossluk is scarce. Near as Imperial Intelligence can tell, he left his homeworld sometime before his twenty sixth year. Under the name Yoshbuur, he pursued a career in what he insisted on calling "Bounty Killing," and gained a small degree of notoriety for only taking contracts on high profile targets wanted dead. He continued in this line of work until the outbreak of the Clone Wars, where he became one of the much lauded "Jedi Killers" in the CIS's employ. However, he had no recorded Jedi kills in his time with them and left soon after joining, but not before incurring a bounty on his head by then Republic authorities. Soon after, he began calling himself Ossluk, an action that drove his fellow Gand to outcast him for, in their own words, "stealing a name that was not his."

Ossluk was apprehended by Imperial authorities a month and two weeks from the present day. Given a choice between a prison sentence on Oovo IV and turning on his former employers, he joined the task force being assembled by Commander Ladlson.

Name: Weiland Voss

Species: Lorrdian

Age: 31

Major Skills:
- Demolitions -
A long running lineage of training and knowledge, handed down from father to son, coupled with practical experience earned in the field makes Weiland an absolute savant when it comes to anything explosive. Whether using formal, proper explosives, improvising his own, or even (much to his usual disappointment) disarming them, its unlikely for Weiland to be caught unawares by any sort of ordinance.

- Close Quarters Combat -
Despite his wishes, Weiland has to acknowledge that once someone is close enough, employing a thermal detonator or any sort of explosive could prove hazardous to more than the target. Fittingly, he has learned to defend himself up close and personal. While he doesn't follow a single discipline for fighting in a melee, he employs tricks and techniques he has picked up wandering as a mercenary, and fights dirty without a second thought.

Minor Skills:
- Body Language and Non Verbal Communication -
Despite his explosive preferences, Weiland is a Lorrdian through and through, meaning he has a natural talent for non verbal communication, and giving away absolutely nothing that he does not intend to give away. This also extends to reading the body language of others, as even the slightest shift of balance and posture could indicate trouble, or a complete lack thereof.

- Marksmanship -
Not his forte, by any stretch, Weiland is still a reliable shot, just not a great one. If he can't blow it up, or punch it out, odds are he can at least give them something to think about as he puts blaster shots down range towards whatever is needing to be shot. Given that some folks do not take kindly to the explosive route, he often has to fall back on this when he is part of a team that does not want high amounts of collateral damage.

Character Flaws:
- One Track Mind -
He has a nasty habit of focusing on a problem or task, to the point of missing other, possibly easier, means of accomplishing a task or a goal. He is still aware of his surroundings, mind you, but his focus on a task or problem can rob him of a larger picture view at times.

- Passionate -
Much like others of his kind, Weiland despises slavery, slavers, and the like. So much so that not only has he refused contracts from known slavers, he has gone out of his way to hinder, harass, or outright murder them. Considering these activities were oft in the Outer Rim, and in places where the only law is the law that someone holds themselves to, it was not such a problem. Operating in more civilized space? Keeping him from gunning down a slaver, even one doing legal business, will be a concern.

- Distrustful -
Weiland might be chatty and polite when he wants to be, but that doesn't mean he is trusting the person in the slightest. His distrust of unknowns and casual acquaintances is at a level that one might consider paranoid instead of being merely diligent. He tends to plan around others failing their tasks, or outright betraying them, and it takes a great deal of work to actually get into his good books. More like good pamphlets, really, considering how few are trusted on a routine basis.

- Flippant -
While some may view this as a lack of respect towards authority, in all reality, Weiland just has a general disregard for solemn or serious situations. Which often translates into a disregard towards authority, given the fact he tends to remark in a mocking or non serious manner. Also described as a devil may care attitude, though he does certainly care about some things. Just, most of the time, not the situation at hand.

Equipment
+ FC-1 Flechette Launcher
+ S-5 Heavy Blaster Pistol (Modified to allow use as an Ascension Gun, grappling and ascending, or descending, from a given location)
+ Padded Blaster Resistant Breast Plate (Worn under normal attire)
+ All Weather Cloak
+ A hardened backpack loaded with his explosives. These include Thermal Detonators, Fragmentation grenades, a few Ion Grenades, two smoke grenades, and a pair of explosive charges at the bottom of the backpack for demolitions work. Anything beyond this default kit, he would have to prepare ahead of time.

Brief Background:
Weiland is the son of security forces on Lorrd, though whether or not he is still in contact with his family or not is up for debate. He received training and instruction from a young age in how to defend himself and utilize various weapons, though he was noted for being fascinated by explosives. Once he was old enough, he stowed away on a starship bound for the Outer Rim, and began doing mercenary work for most whoever could pay him well. The only jobs he didn't take were those working for slavers, though he had no qualms going after them, for any reason. He made a name for himself, being the type of mercenary you called in whenever you didn't want to leave anything standing. He didn't do the 'take them alive' type of jobs very often, finding his skills were not well suited to such tasks. While his reputation is strictly in the Outer Rim, he has been looking at expanding his working area, mostly since he has grown rather bored of the Outer Rim at this point.