Age: 30

Species: Human

Physical Appearance: Terry is an unassuming figure aside from his taller-than-average height. While he is physically fit and carries himself with a confidence and posture that may betray his background to a careful observer, he is otherwise remarkably average, but not unattractive; there is no good way to tell him from a distance in a crowd. Ethnically Asian with a light complexion, he wears black hair that is often groomed stylishly. His dark brown eyes and young face are completely at odds with a stereotypical career military man’s rigid features and seriousness. His civilian clothes change routinely but are often utilitarian, drab, and durable, suited for his work. He occasionally wears body armor underneath a concealing jacket.

Skills: Terry’s skills fall mostly in the networking and influencing realm. While adept at combat fundamentals including blasters, blades, and martial arts, he prefers to train and influence organizations and networks to conduct asymmetrical attacks against his opponents. His swath of experience with criminal, terrorist, and insurgent actors has given him the wisdom of a man many years his senior. He maintains connections with senior military, police, criminal, and rebel organizations across the sector and often “knows a guy” for specific roles and jobs.

Weaknesses: Terry operates independently of other assets in the area, often alone and with only “allies” he can barely trust. This had led to a deep distrust of others outside of his former tight-knit group of soldiers, and a strictly transactional attitude to relationships. He can be difficult to work with, we he often works double-deals and alternate courses of action. Nobody even knows if his name or stories about his past are truthful. For Terry, this has led to a sense of mild paranoia and difficulty to return to social life, along with a buried anxiety about his former life that he had left behind. He drinks routinely and has started to abuse drugs, on a few occasions dangerously for his overall health. These fears may lead to missed opportunities or mistakes made in the field, especially as stress and tensions mount.

Character History: Terry Yanzi was born on Coruscant during a period of peace for the Galactic Republic. As a child, he grew up to a stable family with a handful of siblings and attended the Republic’s public schools on the planet. Getting mostly high average grades in school, he enjoyed playing outside with his friends amongst the urban city structure of the galactic capital. At 14, he had climbed the tallest building in his city sector with a group of friends; the trip had taken them four days to climb up and down the kilometers-tall structure, often having to hide from the droid security guards that roamed the property looking for trespassers. Terry attended university upon his graduation, and became yet another economics and sociology graduate ready for the job market.

His search for jobs was short-lived, however, when he was approached by a shipping company at a career fair held shortly after graduation. Terry, who had always tried to adventure around the planet, had not been out of the system yet and agreed to take a contract on a freighter hauling goods to the Outer Rim and back. While the contract was initially short, Terry signed on for another two years after his commitment was up. By then, he had risen to the rank of a senior officer onboard a respectable freighter. This success was short lived, however, when the Techno Union bought out his company and kept their contracted time: Terry’s freighter was folded into the Techno Union’s larger fleet and he was subsequently reassigned as a lower-ranking crewman.

With agency out of his hands, Terry continued to enjoy his travels across the galaxy. He entertained himself by reading foreign texts, exploring alien cultures, and learning languages not native to Basic. But while his contract was ticking down months and weeks, a galactic crisis was brewing: after conflicts on Naboo involving the Trade Federation and the Jedi-backed Republic, the Techno Union announced its secession alongside other members of the new Confederacy of Independent Systems. Preparations were made in secret for war, as Terry found himself carrying new cargo shipments from a strange planet: battle droids ferried to secret arsenals from the desert world of Geonosis. It was there where he would have his first taste of combat at age 25.

As Republic forces descended upon the planet in the largest invasion the galaxy had seen in centuries, Terry was ordered to crew one of the freighter’s shuttles to transport battle droids to and from combat zones across the fight. The gunships, a far cry from the specialized droid variants, consisted of shoddily fabricated droid racks retrofitted to the cargo bay and blaster turrets hastily welded to the fuselage. He fought as a door gunner to clear landing zones of clone troopers before the battle droids could be deployed. While heavily damaged, Terry’s shuttle returned to the freighter as Republic forces overwhelmed CIS defenders on the planet. His ship fled with the rest of the Techno Union forces.

At some point during the hyperspace jump, Terry’s freighter was crippled by previously unnoticed battle damage taken during the escape. As they descended onto a world in the Outer Rim, it became clear that the freighter was no longer going to fly. A decision was made to crash-land it softly into the deserts of Aargonar. The freighter became a key component of the CIS base to be created there, until its payload of battle droids were taken leaving it useless to the war effort. Despite its proximity to the base, the freighter became a hub for a refugee camp and shanty city populated by Geonosian refugees. Assigned to personnel and logistical management for a refugee camp, Terry was eager to get back to the fighting. He applied for a transfer to the ground forces of the CIS, with an option to attend Confederacy commando training.

Despite their reliance on battle droids, the CIS utilized organic soldiers in special roles across the galaxy. Upon learning that they had an educated and seasoned veteran from Geonosis arriving for commando training, the CIS military fast-tracked Terry to selection and qualification. For the next year, Terry endured grueling training in military operations, espionage, combat, and asymmetrical warfare. He emerged as a pioneer in the CIS commando force, with a fake identity and new set of skills. His first assignment would be his only during the war: he was to be secretly trafficked to Coruscant and inserted amongst the undercity’s web of gangs and terrorists along with a team of fellow rebels. Their objective was simple, too, with only guidance to form insurgent and rebel forces to assist in the inevitable invasion of the planet.

So Terry was inserted across the planet from his home sector, and over the years established himself as a reliably asset for the Confederacy. His persuasive demeanor and ability to use established cultural connections enabled him to network groups of criminals and insurgents into cells to self-sustain an operation. Ambushes on police and clone forces were carried out using his military training, manned by Coruscant’s disaffected and disgruntled, and funded by illicit drug dealing and blaster running. His organizations became so effective, Republic intelligence was no longer looking for an economics graduate in his late 20s but instead a seasoned mob boss and terrorist kingpin.

The Battle of Coruscant activated Terry and his team’s networks of insurgents, providing distractions to the Coruscant defense forces while, above, the Sith performed their true mission. Days of fighting ensued, with Terry often becoming personally involved in sabotage and ambushes before slinking into the shadows. Yet not all was as it seemed: the battle had decimated the Separatist fleet and left Terry without the intelligence, military, and financial support he had used to prop up an insurgency on the planet. As the days and weeks passed and the Republic closed in on General Grievous on foreign worlds, Terry now realized that he was on the verge of defeat. Despite his work, he was left high and dry by the rapidly-deteriorating military capabilities of the CIS. Terry once again took to the underworld, turning himself into a warlord instead of a CIS operative. His motives turned to self-preservation rather than mission.

Order 66 was suddenly executed across the galaxy, with no prior warning to the former Separatist commando. The Jedi Temple, once a bastion of Republic glory, was in flames. Terry watched in terrified confusion as the Republic tore itself apart, slaughtering Jedi and their supporters in the temple and the streets. With the clone troopers rapidly filling the planetary city acting as despotic police and occupiers, Terry once again realized his fight with the Republic – now dubbed the Galactic Empire by the new Emperor Palpatine – would need to continue. This time, his former enemies would become his allies.

In the aftermath of Order 66, Terry Yanzi will need to reconcile his past with the present, as he must reach out to the Jedi to become an uneasy ally amidst the chaos of the new Empire.

Age: 33

Species: Falleen/Human (Coruscant)

Appearance: Kade appears more Human than he does Falleen with pink/white skin, slight ridging around his cheek and brow, and no scales to make note of. He exudes the pheromones common with his race but lacks the ability to alter the colour of his skin in any way. Nor does he have the long fingers and huge nails of his kin, though he makes an effort at times to grow them. He stands closer to six feet, a gift from his mothers people. Many on both sides of his species consider him to have been blessed with the best parts of both races, and he agrees. Despite being incredibly fit, he is no larger in size than your average human male in stature. His eyes are purple so he often favours purple and black clothing to match.

Lightsaber: Kade has built a basic silver lightsabre with green blade.

Skills: Working as agents to the Jedi High Council, a Jedi Investigators is highly certified to work with law enforcement agencies in tracking down criminals and uncovering hidden and obscure threats to the galaxy and the Galactic Republic. Appointed by the Council, Kade had been charged with rooting out threats via the skills he had learned in his law enforcement role, and his Force abilities.

Often times, Kade works completely independent of official agencies when going deep undercover, infiltrating organizations under suspicion, and using guile, deception or even force in addition to detective skills to achieve his goals. Working from within, Kade has been successful in neutralizing the enemy before galactic conflict could arise. Due to the secretive nature of his work, few are aware of the success he has achieved. He has conducted intelligence gathering operations on known criminal syndicates, pirate groups, assassin organizations, as well as individual criminals and report his findings to the Council.

Force Abilities: The Core powers are the first powers a Jedi learns, and directly affect his/her own body or objects without actually harming or benefiting anything (except for Push, which could be used against enemies). They are common among all Jedi and Sith. Kade has proven Mastery in skills that allow him to move through an area unseen by effecting the minds of those around him, and to discern, or even read the minds, of suspects.

Weaknesses: Kade has been living the solo operative life for nearly twenty years, a task he once took to with extreme enthusiasm. However, as can sometimes happen during undercover operations, he has sampled the dark side and done "things" in the name of the mission he is not proud of. Some were to protect his cover, others because he has very little oversight in his role. He struggles regularly discerning between what needs to be done, and what should be done.

Character History: Kade does not have a terribly exciting youth. He grew up on Coruscant and was recruited into the Jedi Order by Plo Koon, who would become his Master, at the tender age of six. He proved to have enough skill to pass the trials and would eventually be recognized for his mischievous nature and ability to wield the force as a cloak from which he could evade his peers.

That skillset was recognized by the Council and he was sent for training as a Jedi Sentinel where he excelled as an investigator. Originally paired with a partner in Republic Intelligence he joined regular investigations on friendly worlds, rooting our crimelords and possible terrorist elements. With the justice system being what could be described as "liberal", he encountered any number of troublemakers on a regular basis and converted many of them into agents who provided him information on other operations.

His actions were highlighted to the Jedi Council, and leadership in Republic Intelligence. In an effort to capitalize on the young Jedis abilities, he was assigned to a covert unit whose task it was to infiltrate and dismantle large scale terrorist or revolutionary groups within Republic territory. At this, he proved to have no equal. Over the last twenty years he has successfully dismantled, through personal action, or information obtained, prevented no less than a dozen would be assassins, terrorist attacks, or subversion attempts.

The very nature of his position makes him a virtually unknown face around the Temple. Certainly he is nothing like Plo Koon, a famous General and revered figure within the Republic. His commanders have previously told him that no one will truly know how many lives he has saved.

Order 66: Kade was in the refresher when Order 66 was executed. An inglorious place to be, but it likely saved his life. It was rare for him to be back in the capital and in between assignments, but the Force moves in mysterious ways. He was able to evade detection through his training and by convincing clone troopers he was just an IT specialist who had been working on the building. Unable to reach his ship, he has fled into the deeper reaches of Coruscant and is debating what to do next.

Age: 36
Species: Human
Initiate Trials: Having trained in the Dantooine Enclave as other members of her family had for generations, her trials consisted first of her knowledge of the Jedi Code by applying it in a series of situations that might call for its tenants. Her second test was a mock duel against a fellow initiate, his single blade against her double-bladed. Her final trial was to experience the Dark Side itself, aiding a fellow initiate who’d lost herself in her anger find her way back to the light. All these trials were passed with flying colors.
Physical Appearance: When catching the light just right, and she hasn’t died her hair some other color, the dark brown looks almost golden in color. Currently, however, the eccentric master has dyed it purple.
Lightsaber:Uses a double-bladed lightsaber with an orange blade.
Skills: Trained in Shii-Cho, Shien/Djem So, and Ataru, she chose to specialize and nearly master forms IV and V, with a focus on Djem So as the possibility of dueling one of the Separatists lightsaber weilding leaders increased over the course of the war. She’s also a decent shot with a blaster, as sometimes charging the enemy line, lightsaber drawn just isn’t practical.
Force Abilities: Along with a mastery of both pull and push, Riven has extensive mastery of many crowd control abilities, though the ability to lock even one opponent in a stasis field is difficult to master. Her most mastered ability, however, is a power known as Force Flame.
Weaknesses: Confidence, focus, and strength are the attributes that Riven seems to exude, however, below this is a struggle with crippling depression and a certain level of social anxiety, though she’s learned how to deal with both to some degree. Being a Jedi, after all, doesn’t mean you’re perfect.
Character History: Riven Je’and was born on the planet Dantooine to Terrance and Seraphine Je'and, both of whom were members of the planetary militia. By age four, however, she had been taken by the Jedi to Coruscant to train as an Initiate under Master Sinon. She had a natural affinity for it, however and picked up some tricks faster than others.

She trained tirelessly under Jedi Master Sinon’s tutelage under the other initiates and when the time came to build their sabers, she embraced the guidance of the Force and followed it. Upon the completion of her double-bladed lightsaber, and some follow up lessons, she took and passed the Initiate Trials alongside the other thirty initiates, but of those thirty, only 10 became Padawans, including Riven herself. From there, she traveled across the galaxy while training under a Nautolan Jedi Master named Runaan. He was as skilled as he was patient and she learned well under his tutelage, even beginning to find new ways to use her lightsaber to fight a variety of foes and fend off a number of creatures without having to overexert herself.

However, one thing that bothered her master was the hilt’s design. “It looks like something the ancient Sith would wield, combined with that of a Jedi’s weapon. Why would you build it to look like that?” Explaining that ignoring that the Sith were the balance to the Jedi and that she believed in maintaining balance when possible amazed the Nautolan, but he respected her wish to honor the entirety of the Force, as she did not have any desire to tamper with the Dark Side, merely acknowledge it.

In her twenty-fifth year, she was knighted after passing her Knight Trials and five years later, after brokering peace between two long time warring tribes on a planet on the edge of Wild Space, which the Jedi had been trying to broker peace on for six generations, she was granted the rank of master. She had trained only one Padawan before the outbreak of the Clone Wars three years later, a Mon Calamari named Troc Ruhde, who lead the 103rd Clone Infantry Division. Master Riven herself lead the 302nd Clone Assault Division, who was responsible for victories on less well known worlds of great strategic value. However, extended battle over the world of Manaan and on the surface required that the 302nd return to Coruscant for reinforcement and resupply. During this time, Riven went to the temple to rest up and meditate in relative peace until they were ready to move out again.

Fortune would have it that she was in the lower sections of the sounds of combat in the upper temple echoed down to her and the two sentinels who had accompanied her to clear out the pest infestation that happened on occasion. However, when she attempted to move to help investigate the incident, several Padawans and a pair of knights entered the chamber the trio was in. Getting the full story wasn't hard, and the Sentinels, after arguing with and eventually winning, went up to buy the small group time while Master Riven took the group out the one secret exit the Clones didn't have covered. Since then, the group has taken up hiding in plain sight, having traded their Jedi robes for more normal everyday clothes with their lightsabers hidden in sleeves or, in Master Riven's case, in her midback in a metal cylinder. Currently they move locations until they can get off world.

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Age: 17
Species: Human
Physical Appearance: Ahsurah is a firm, sturdy teen. Muscles dense with training but lean from a proper diet. His dark eyes and likewise dark hair contrast against his pale skin. He stands at an above average height of five-feet-ten-inches and with his build he makes a daunting figure. Due to Order 66 and the current situation the Jedi have been forced into; he carries terrible but stable burns on his left side.



Skills |

• Form V practitioner and Form IV adept. Due to his youth he prided himself on being capable of using the Force. Towards Order 66 he was learning that he was lacking in practical combat strength and decided to study Form V.
• He once prided himself on being diplomatic. Unfortunately, his recent scars has shattered that pride.
• Nature was always apart of Ahsurah's core upbringing. He was drawn to the outside and the sky, and the wind, and animals. He become quite intuitive, even without the Force's assistance.
• An adept at hand-to-hand, he wields an rare martial form that focuses on subduing and redirecting one's physical onslaught.
• A competent pilot. He can drive most transportation without trouble.

Force Abilities |

• Basic Jedi abilities came quickly to Ahsurah, a natural at controlling the Force and its mysteries. Manipulation of objects, enhancement of physical abilities are near Jedi Knight levels, though he's technically a Padawan.
• Ahsurah was widely known for picking random abilities or tricks that tickled his fancy. Psychometry was one them. This allowed him to gleam traces of information from objects.
• Force Empathy was an intentional ability learned but one he had an intense connection with. With this skill he sought to understand himself and those around him better.
• In consequence, during a frustrating session with his Force Empathy, Ahsurah forced himself onto a well-guarded volunteer; learning Mind Probe in the process.
• Precognition/Battle Precognition was a technique recommended to him by Master Yoda due to his hesitation during combat. He had to work hard in order to make the ability useful but got it down within the spend of two years. He is still mostly a practitioner but is delving into the realm of Adept.

Weaknesses:

• A fear of death has curdled his current standing in outstanding or outlandish combat. Any opponent(s) he feels could best him; he prefers the option of running away.
• Due to his injuries, Ahsurah has a stifling amount of conflict within him. He has pride in being a Jedi but his failures contest his confidence at every chance. He once studied the art of diplomacy but has since given up on it due to his disfigurement. Some might call this survivor's guilt.
• Ahsurah takes to lightsaber combat naturally, however, he leans too much on the Force hoping to use what makes him 'Unique' to overcome all obstacles. He has yet to steady and balance his mind. His pride, mixed with his fear, has created a man who leans into logic and circumstance far too much.

Character History: At the age of three, Ahsurah was taken from Alderaan to the Jedi Grand Temple on Coruscant by a Jedi Seeker. Somewhat of a quiet child, really just a natural observer, Ahsurah went through his Jedi tutelage largely nominal. He didn't show exceptional skill in any one area for several years; however, Master Yoda often peered into him with a knowing smirk. Though annoyed at Ahsurah's lack of duty, if one could say that of the Grand Master, Yoda, when it permitted would defend the airy boy against other 'more worried' Jedi Knights and Masters.

At the age of seven, Ahsurah was permitted to take the Initiate Trials. By this time, Yoda's solitary belief in him and quiet confidence had given him some drive. This showed his affinity with nature and subsequently the flow of the Living Force. He often spoke of 'Ghosts' visiting him and departing life-knowledge to him; which kept him just above water when it came to the rigid expectations of the Jedi Temple. The Initiate Trials or Jedi Tournaments as the Younglings called them were exemplary. They were tougher than he had ever imagined they'd be but squeezed through on sheer force of will believe it or not. He hadn't been clever or lucky but had pushed through and survived.

Ahsurah wouldn't become a Padawan for another four years. By this time he had begun taking his training more seriously; he was thankful for Yoda's patience with him and felt exceptionally close to the Grand Master. Whether the feelings were likewise would never be known. Eventually a goofy Jedi Knight named Cado Fadi chose him as her Padawan. The two clicked on a weird, preternatural level. They bounced off each other more like mother and son, than teacher and student.

They went on many excursions. Cado Fadi, a native of Naboo use to promote the importance of the Jedi Diplomats; especially when Ahsurah would start idolizing the heroes, Anakin and Obi-Wan, who quelled many wars on the battlefront in his later years. But steadfast in her thinking, Cado would often say that the Diplomats were even more important than the war heroes. Eventually, Ahsurah would start believing it. Though they often had to quell skirmishes with more bloodshed; typically they were capable of stopping wars before they even started which was pretty awesome in Ahsurah's opinion.

However, on his seventeenth year of life, Cado Fadi lost her arm stopping a growing war on a primitive planet. He flew her back to the Grand Jedi Temple on Coruscant to save her the next day...

Order 66: Weeks had past since their arrival on Coruscant and Cado Fadi, been fitted with a new arm, had refused to regain consciousness. Ahsurah visited her for hours on end, talking to her, and hoping his presence would wake her though that was just a pipe dream. On the night of Order 66, Ahsurah had been visiting Cado; whom rested peaceful on a linen-laid bed. He read to her from his journal, now nearing their adventure on the ocean-world of Seakass. When alarms rang and the attack commence, Ahsurah was panic with fear. So he hid in her medical room.

When Anakin Skywalker, accompanied by Clones stepped inside; Ahsurah made the mistake of believing him to be a Jedi still. He slid out from beneath Cadi's bed and spoke hurriedly. The typical questions were met with silence by the Clones and Anakin only strode forwards. The Force warned Ahsurah of the danger and before Anakin could down his unconscious Master, whose mind had begun to light up with small stars, he bared the frightening weight of the former Hero's lightsaber with his own.

It buckled his knees and sent him sprawling to the ground. Without a breath passing, Anakin's blade was driving towards his heart. Master Cadi must've awoke then; her yellow lightsaber in hand while she fended off, Anakin's onslaught. She held her own for a moment, though Anakin had been holding Ahsurah to the ground the entire time with overwhelming Force power. She managed to keep him and the Clone's blaster bolts from piercing them but when Anakin slid back and the Clones through thermal detonators in the room; everything became a blur.

When he returned from his short descent into darkness, his left side was horribly burned and Cadi, injured and bloodied, was again defending them from Anakin. The room was blackened by the explosion and the outer wall had been blown out, thick stone crumbling and stabbing his palms. Fear-gripped admittedly, when he should had been assisting his Master, Ahsurah was frozen. When all seemed lost and Anakin had stabbed through Cadi's retreating form, she pulled back and Force Pushed Ahsurah through the wall. His body slammed against the too small exit and push him through open air.

It was luck that he survived. No force of will this time. He had fell onto a ledge and Cadi's sacrifice and words to 'Survive!' had momentarily cleared his fear; that and finally being from under Anakin's suffocating presence. He managed to scurry away and find transport into deep space; brimming with tears, crippled with pain, and sullied by failure, Ahsurah fell into a deep, much-needed, sleep.

Age: 32

Species: Twi'lek

Physical Appearance: The lean framed Jedi stands 5'10 in height, with a blue complexion accompanied by hazel colored eyes. His facial features are masculine with a firm chin and a noticeable jawline. Like the rest of his species he is devoid of hair, while his skin is lacking in tattoos or piercings only baring a few small scars along his chest. Due to his role as a Jedi investigator he does not often wear the typical robes of a Jedi, instead he'll adopt whichever outfits fit his missions. Often times these 'disguises' are casual and plain, helping him to not stand out.

Lightsaber: The Twi'lek wields a single bladed green lightsaber with an amber tinted shade on its hilt. Its design is simple and is the first lightsaber he assembled. Even if his role within the Order does not often call for him to wield his lightsaber as much as other Jedi he still keeps top care of it. On undercover endeavors he'll often tuck it deep into a bag or jacket pocket, or even leave it in a secure location to minimize possible suspicion.

Skills:

• Hand to hand combat - For missions where he is without his lightsaber or requires a more inconspicuous defense method the Twi'lek has learned several forms of martial arts. He is particularly talented at non lethal takedowns, whether it be a strong jab or a chokehold he can knock out opponents with skill. In tune with his lean and agile frame he's capable of taking down larger opponents unarmed or even multiple enemies at the same time. With subtle combinations of his Force abilities he can further strengthen his hand to hand potential.
• Slicing - A talent especially suited for his role within the Jedi Order, Siolo is quite adept at breaking into computers and datapads in order to extract or discover information.
• Detective mode - Due to years of experience in his field the Jedi is proficient at following trails, piecing together clues or analyzing forensics. His master's teaching in this field are something which particularly stuck with him.
• Languages - Siolo is fluent in his people's native language Twi'leki as well as Galactic Basic and Huttese. Three of the most common languages in the galaxy.

Lightsaber Forms Siolo is knowledge and quite skilled in two forms of lightsaber combat. These being form V, Shien and the first form, Shii-Cho. While form I is considered a simple form the Twi'lek is quite talented with it, displaying a surprising amount of speed and ability. He will often use the Sun djem attack within the form to disarm opponents in order to take them in alive. It is a handy skill for when his operations do fall apart and hes exposed. His Shien was adopted in order to handle multiple blaster wielding opponents, aiding him in escaping difficult situations.

Force Abilities:

• Basic Force abilities like telekinesis and dash - The Jedi knight is at an advanced level with the essential Force powers of a Jedi. Slightly above that of a typical Jedi knight due to his focus on Force abilities over lightsaber combat.
• Force Stasis - One of the Jedi's most frequently used abilities, Siolo will often use it with non lethal intentions in order to apprehend or stop his opponents. He's quite skilled with it, able to chain it up to a full handful of enemies with full efficiency. A higher number of opponents is a harder ask.
• Mind Trick - Often used by the Jedi investigator in subtle ways in order to coerce another person or to get them to spill information, it is an ability he is quite adept with. Though he's found some species to be strongly resistant to it.
• Comprehend Speech - A commonly used power by Siolo, especially when on more alien filled worlds. He's skilled with it and able to translate most words and sentences to where he can understand them. More obscure or ancient languages are more difficult for him to translate.
• Force-listening - One of the Force abilities which the twi'lek is lesser skilled in, Siolo is able to listen in on conversations from a distance. Its quite effective at gathering information and he can use it in tune with his Comprehend Speech ability, though this tends to be a difficult combo. His strength with the listening wavers with the distance he is from those he is eavesdropping on.
• Force projection - His newest power and the one which fascinates him the most. The ability allows him to project a mirror image of himself which was visible to all around it. He does not rely on the power but has been known to use it in simple ways. Often projecting the 'hologram' to run down an opposite hallway before fading away or to go off a ledge before similarly fading into nothing. More intense application of it strains him. It is a power he still very much needs to master.

Weaknesses:

• Prideful - Siolo is an accomplished man especially in his field of Jedi work. Failures are not something that happen often for the Investigator. He has a certain arrogance to him, while not overbearing it is evident he has an high belief in his own abilities and talents. This pride can rub off on some people the wrong way.
• Not Combat Focused - While the Twi'lek is no slouch when it comes to putting up a fight he is by no means a true Jedi warrior. He isn't fit to fight on a battlefield cutting down hordes of enemies or tearing through other Force users. He isn't a master duelist with his lightsaber. Someone stronger with a blade could defeat him though he would still go all out in a fight.
• Solo artist - More often than not Siolo operates alone, while he'll frequently have contacts or interact with local planetary law enforcement he does the bulk of his business by himself. He's uncomfortable working alongside someone he'd have to keep his eye on or share information with. His personality also reflects this as he is privy to hold his feelings or thoughts to himself. He's had to acquire the ability to lie which will sometimes lead to him lying to people who aren't against him.
• Judgemental - In his life as a Jedi he has seen some rough sights, murder scenes, kidnappings, families torn apart, slavery rings. Siolo holds a pretty black and white view on these type of people, he'll often remember 'bad' things that people did and form judgements based on initial impressions. He's not beyond making rough remarks if someone really rubs him the wrong way.

Character History: Siolo Mevic was born on the Twi'lek homeworld of Ryloth, a humid Outer Rim planet with a notorious history in the slave trade. The future Jedi was born into simple beings, a large family with multiple older siblings. His family was poor but they were a loving one. He lived the first few years of his life in the capital city of Lessu. When he was five years old a traveling Jedi stopped by the world and discovered the force sensitive Siolo. A short time later he was taken away from his family and his homeworld to be brought to the bustling galactic capital of Coruscant. The change of planets was a jarring one for the young boy as his desert covered homeworld did not compare at all to the city covered Republic world. The Jedi Order was another adjustment for him but his mother had told him ancient tales of the Jedi as bedtime tales. Ancient noble warriors wielding blades of light to fight back against evil in the galaxy. He'd never have guessed that he would one day become one of them.

The Twi'lek would pass his initiate trials with comfort, showcasing a natural affinity with the Force. He would be risen to the rank of padawan and taken as an apprentice by the wise Tera Sinube, an elder Jedi master who had several padawans before him. Master Sinube was perhaps the Order's greatest Jedi investigator, the same role which Siolo would take up in his life down the road. The Cosian Jedi was a patient being who would teach the young Twi'lek much while the boy was under his tutelage. He'd often accompany his master on travels around Coruscant investigating and solving the many crimes which infested the criminal underworld of the galactic capital. Siolo showcased talent in this field of Jedi work, foreshadowing his own future role within the Order. He would remember his years under his old master fondly, still looking up to the man proudly.

As the years passed his time spent under his master's tutelage would shrink. As he grew into adulthood he would establish his own talents separate from his master's. Siolo would often conduct operations at a distance from his master, blending into the crowds or even going undercover in order to help his master solve crimes or stop the most dangerous criminals. At the age of twenty two the Twi'lek would take the Jedi Trials, Master Sinube and Siolo himself declaring that he was truly ready for the next step in his life. He would go on to pass the trials at a closer rate than he did his Initiate Trials but succeeded nicely. He was knighted before the council and had achieved a goal to be proud of in the life of a Jedi. Shortly after his Knight ceremony and with the full recommendation of his master Siolo was appointed as a Jedi investigator. From that moment on he would begin to work on his own, frequently sent to the more dangerous urban worlds throughout Republic space in order to sniff out and sabotage the most nerfarious criminals and threats.

Some of his first missions would take place in the grand population centers of Republic space, planets he'd grow most comfortable operating in. These included worlds such as Naboo, Corellia and Coruscant. The talented twi'lek would find himself frequently planted into criminal organizations such as pirate groups, spice cartels and full fledged gangs. In these situations he would adapt an alias and disrupt criminal operations where he saw fit, or track down and arrest the most influential members. It was extremely dangerous, risky work but something he'd grow used to doing as the years rolled on. A particularly thrilling operation involved tracking down a suspected terrorist on the Cloud City of Bespin in which a crazed radical seeked to plant explosives on the grand mining colony. Siolo would play a very important part in tracking down and apprehending the terrorist without civilian causality.

Though the Jedi knight's life much like billions of others across the galaxy would be shaken by the Clone Wars, a brutal conflict which engulfed the Republic and the Jedi in a war. As the separatist droid armies threatened the very existence of the proud Republic, Siolo was called into service. His role would differ from that of many Jedi, instead of leading the grand clone armies the twi'lek would instead find himself playing the role of saboteur spy. He'd be involved in multiple Republic war efforts by dropping behind separatist lines and disrupting their war efforts. Planting explosives in droid factories or sabotaging their great machines of war the investigator turned secret agent had no lack of work during the war. He would not take part in the conflict on his homeworld of Ryloth, much to his chagrin. Though he had full faith in his proud people to fight back against the encroaching droid armies.

Siolo would suffer a setback during an operation at the end of his contribution to Republic's war effort. Following the detonation of explosives within a separatist stronghold he'd find himself chased by the droid forces. While he managed to escape with his life he did suffer a glancing blaster shot to the arm and shattered bones in his right leg following a rough fall. Still, the Republic forces would arrive and get him way from danger. The incident resulted in him being sidelined from the war as it continued to rage. Following this he was instead put back into undercover work on the Core World of Corellia, a planet he was familiar with. He'd once again assume another identity in order to track down, stop and expose a suspected human trafficking ring operation within the world.

Corellia was where the Jedi was when that fateful day came and the his kind were declared traitors. Siolo sensed a strange sensation in the force as the Jedi were hunted and slain across the galaxy. He did not understand what had fully happened until some time afterwards. At that moment he realized he'd been placed into the unsettling position as a wanted criminal, soon to be hunted by the clones he'd fought alongside during the war. Siolo has remained undercover since then, confident in his safety and hidden identity operating in the grimiest parts of Coronet City.

Order 66: Quite simply Siolo was nowhere near any clones or other Jedi when the Order came down. He was in some of the dirtiest, dangerous parts of Corellia where the clone troopers weren't anywhere to be found. This gave him an advantage at avoiding detection, also due to the fact he was and still is deep undercover. If the clones did come searching for him they wouldn't find him wearing the telltale robes of a Jedi or wielding his lightsaber openly. They'd find it very hard to pick him out of a crowd.

Age: 29

Species: Mirialan

Physical Appearance: Bem comes up to around average height for most near-human species at 5'9". Like most Mirialans, his hair is dark in color and lustrous in appearance. His skin is a bit darker than is typical for his race, more of a deep golden yellow than a pale green or gold. Owing to the significant amount of time he has devoted to watching over his homeworld of Mirial during the Clone Wars, Bem has acquired an impressive amount of facial tattoos for one of such youth. His eyes are a deep and solid blue, and his build is broad and powerful.

Up until very recently, Bem Balu was the very picture of a dashing young Jedi Knight. His hair was immaculately brushed, his robes and armor pressed and polished, his presence calm and reassuring in its confidence.

Now, though, little of that same confident Knight remains. His blue eyes are haunted and unfocused, his gaze seemingly somewhere else the majority of the time, and rimmed by dark circles of exhaustion. A large plasma burn claimed the hair on the right side of his scalp, and now only angry, inflamed red tissue grows there. The rest of his hair was clumsily cropped closer to his head and sticks up messily. He's swapped his Jedi garb for a singed, coolant-stained GAR mechanic's coveralls recovered from AT-TE wreckage, and a bacta patch covered by an improvised cloth bandage obscures most of the right side of his face for the time being.

Lightsaber: Bem's lightsaber is simple and spare in design, with a slightly elongated hilt to accommodate a two-handed grip and a slight curve at the pommel. The middle of the grip is smooth and featureless by design to fit more comfortably in the hand. The blade is a light, silvery green.

Bem also carries the blade of his recently lost Padawan, Liris. While similar in appearance to her master's, this hilt is the more traditional straight design. Its blade is a deep blue. Plasma and carbon scoring have worn and scarred the metal on this saber, and an unstable emitter matrix has given the blade a wavy, almost flame-like appearance. Though Bem constantly carries this saber with him as a reminder of sorts, he seldom uses it.





Skills:

• Lightsaber Combat: One of Bem's chief skills is lightsaber combat. He has achieved particular skill in three of the forms.
  
  
  
  • FORM IV, Ataru: The form that the Mirialan Knight is most familiar and skilled with, Ataru came naturally to him as an extension of the force-assisted fighting styles he learned growing up on Mirial. His control over the form is such that he can use it to great effect not only on duels against single opponents, but also in the pitched battlefields of the Clone Wars, where multiple opponents may be present. While using Ataru and allowing the Force to assist him, Bem seems to move almost faster than usual as he switches from opponent to opponent.
  • FORM III, Soresu: Soresu is a form that Bem trained extensively in order to protect his troops from incoming blasterfire and to switch to from Ataru when put on the defensive during combat. Though he is nowhere near the likes of Masters like Obi-Wan Kenobi, he can use Soresu to great effect in forcing his opponents to make mistakes.
  • FORM II, Makashi: Makashi is only a recent interest of Bem's, as he discovered the mostly out-of-style form during his last visit to the Coruscant temple's archives. Regardless, he has found that the slow, economical, and elegant motion of the form to be a natural and oftentimes more effective combat version of Soresu. He may fall into this form in order to gain an advantage during duels, and even added some slight modifications to his lightsaber in order to greater accommodate the motions of the form into his fighting style.
• Starship Operation & Maintenance: While he isn't anywhere near the level of some of the ace pilots of the Order, Bem is still a somewhat skillful pilot thanks to the advantages the Force provides in combat and flying. He has also picked up enough knowledge of the maintenance of small transports and snub-fighters to make small repairs and modifications.
• Medicine: Bem's upbringing on Mirial was simple and at times harsh, and he picked up a surprising amount of knowledge on practical medicine before ever coming to the Jedi temple. He can assemble a rough medical kit with access to basic provisions, and treat minor or moderate wounds.
• The Negotiator: Years traveling with one of the Order's most renowned peacemakers and then his time as a Jedi Watchman has allowed Bem to cultivate finely-honed skills in diplomacy, negotiation, and persuasion.

Force Abilities:

• Force Persuasion: Bem's greatest natural strength in the Force is his ability to affect the minds of other beings, from misdirecting their attention with sounds and images to mind tricks to utilizing a rudimentary form of battle meditation. An extension of his natural charisma, this greatly aided in diplomatic missions and will likely serve some fundamental purpose in his flight from the forces of the nascent Galactic Empire.
• Force Speed/Enhancements: Owing to his Ataru specialization, Bem is adept at using the Force to enhance his natural abilities, including Force speed, Force jumps, and Force-assisted kicks, punches, etc.
• Telekinesis: Though he is not particularly gifted or with using the Force to move objects beyond any other Jedi knights, he can use this ability adequately.

Weaknesses:

• Energy Absorption/Redirection: One of the most prominent areas of the Force that Bem is notably lacking in. He cannot use the Force to deflect, absorb, freeze, or redirect energy like some gifted Knights and Masters can. He learned this to his detriment when, as a Padawan, he was disarmed and took a blaster wound to the abdomen as he attempted to stop the incoming blaster bolt.
• Stasis: Bem can't hold more than one thing in Force stasis at any given time, and it is extremely draining for him to do so.
• Survivor's Guilt: With his Padawan's death as a direct result of his actions during Order 66, Bem has been inflicted with extreme bouts of depression. His confidence in his abilities and in his cause have been shattered and he's been left reeling, without purpose, lost in a Galaxy that rapidly seems to be spiraling out of his control.
• Headstrong: Bem is, by nature, bold and action-oriented. Though his recent trauma has stolen his pride, he still has a worrying tendency to throw himself at problems headfirst without considering consequences, prefers to cut through puzzles rather than tease out the answers, and in general tries to force things to go his way. Sometimes, he even manages to drag others into the problems this creates for him.

Character History: Mirialans are noted for having a strong spiritual connection to the Force, and Bem was no exception. He was raised as part of a group of Force initiates on Mirial, living a relatively simple life in the cold and unforgiving environment and learning basic aptitude with the Force. Eventually, word reached Coruscant that one of the disciples on Mirial was notably strong in the Force, and an Ithorian Jedi Master by the name of Uuzwal Parrikk was dispatched to investigate.

And so, for the next 14 years, the young Mirialan served as a youngling at the Jedi Temple and eventually as Padawan to the same Master that had come to find him. His tutelage under the old Ithorian was best described as rocky - Master Uuzwal believed strongly in the virtues of patience and preparation, which caused the headstrong young apprentice much angst - but over time, as Bem matured into an adult, he came to greatly respect his teacher for his wealth of knowledge and his commitment to peace. After he became a Knight of the Republic, Bem continued to travel with his former Master around the Galaxy for a time, solving disputes and restoring order as they had done for almost the entirety of his apprenticeship, before going their separate ways.

Bem's achievements and charisma as a Knight earned him attention throughout the Order, as well as from the Council, but they feared that his pride was also becoming too great. As a way to temper his ambition and his hubris, he was assigned as Jedi Watchman to the Illisurevimurasi sector, and to his homeworld of Mirial, to keep watch over the inhabited worlds in the area and maintain peace. For the next four years, the Knight did his best to live as a humble protector of his own corner of space.

With the outbreak of the Clone Wars, Bem found himself being recalled to Coruscant for assignment as a Jedi General. Mirial and the surrounding space had fallen quickly under the control of the growing Separatist movement, and as Watchman he felt compelled to lead the offensive to retake all the lost ground on that front. This time, however, he had to contend with something new - an apprentice. Just before he left to fight in his first battle of the war, Bem was assigned a Padawan. Liris Olthea was a fellow Mirialan, and though their differing personalities caused trouble in their early relationship, over time they became inseparable as they worked to liberate Separatist territory.

Order 66: At the precise moment of Order 66, Liris and Bem were planning an offensive in a Republic forward command post on the jungle planet of Praadost II. As the order arrived from the Supreme Chancellor, both Jedi turned to face the bristling blasters of their own clone troops. While Liris, a deeply sensitive and empathetic Force user, was quickly overcome by the feeling of the countless deaths through the Force, her Master was spurred into action. He stood over her kneeling form, deflecting blaster fire back at his former troops. As more clones poured into the room, he seized hold of his apprentice and moved for the back exit, only to be surrounded outside by more troopers, and his battalion's two AT-TE walkers. Liris finally came to, activating her saber and working with her master to deflect the incoming hail of fire, but it proved to be too little. Bem was overcome with righteous anger towards the clones, and advanced towards the walkers, unwittingly breaking the defensive barrier the two had created with their sabers. As he plunged his saber into the cockpit of the lead walker, Liris tried to follow, but the concentration of blasterfire on her became too much. As several shots made it through her defense and pierced her body, she noticed the undamaged AT-TE moving its primary cannon into position to shoot her Master down. Bem was only able to watch helplessly as, in a last act of sacrifice, she seized hold of the barrel of the cannon with the Force, dragging it down just far enough that it shot the ground between the two walkers, destroying itself and throwing the pilotless walker into the air. Bem was blown clear of the complex, temporarily blinded as plasma fire and jagged shrapnel seared past the right side of his face and only just managing to recover enough to avoid being smashed against the craggy ground at the edge of the jungle. As he dragged himself into the foliage, his Padawan's charred lightsaber landed a short distance away.

Age:22

Species:Twi'lek

Physical Appearance: Nima is at the lower height range for a twi'lek standing at 5'9" and weighs a lean 138lbs. Her measurements are 35" (bust), 28" (waist), 36" (hips), giving her a sultry hourglass figure. Breasts are a full C cup, rear end is pear shaped. Her skin is crimson in color, the rarest of skin colors for a twi'lek, and contains no flaws. True to her species, she also has no body hair. She has almond shaped golden colored eyes, full lips (with her upper lip having a moderately pronounced cupid's bow) and a straight-edged nose. All her features are perfectly proportioned and spaced on her oval shaped face. Her lekku, or head-tails, are lengthy and reach her hips. A padded slave collar is always worn around her neck.

Skills: She has all the skills as one would expect from a Class 1 slave trained for high class society settings, but also some skills of a Class 3 that pertain to the entertainment of guests. This includes dancing (both sophisticated and erotic), waitressing, keen observation of others (habits, likes, dislikes, body language) in order to best entertain guests, knowledge of the humanoid musculature to take on the role of a masseuse, knowledge of many alien languages, sexual prowess, etiquette, and personal care. She primarily speaks Basic, as per the rules set by Master Khulbe, but will speak Ryl to her fellow twi'lek dancers when needed.

She is literate, so she can read and write. She will typically stick to fictional works in order to help her escape reality. When she has time to herself, you will find her singing, her voice a soprano. She also exhibits unquestionable loyalty, intelligence, and love of learning.

Nima is force sensitive and has no training, or even knowledge of her affinity with the force. She sometimes gets feelings of foreboding before a major events occur around her, otherwise, her force sensitivities allowed her to excel as a slave, surpassing all others at both dance and seduction. Very few can match her grace and charm.

Weaknesses: Suffers from occasional nightmares, though they have decreased since her childhood. They keep her from sleeping some nights.

Her lekku are sensitive to touch. If grabbed forcibly, they will cause her great pain and potentially harm her.

Given her past, she is fairly sensitive to violent situations and has a strong phobia of being kidnapped.

Character History: Nima, meaning "gift" in Ryl, was born on the planet Ryloth to both a powerful clan and loving parents but that couldn't save her from the cruel hand of fate that befalls many twi'lek women; even more so, twi'lek born with the rare red pigmented skin. Her parent's, Shakka and Bril, had difficulties conceiving a child and often turned to religion to seek blessings from temples in the hopes that the Mother Goddess will grant them what they desired. When Shakka finally became pregnant, they thought their prayers were finally answered and many celebrations were held to commemorate the couple.

On the day Nima was finally born, a dark shadow was cast over the new parents. Their precious child, their gift, was brought into the world with a large target on her back. In order to give their child the best possible chance, they had to leave everything they knew behind them and go into hiding to save themselves the pains of betrayal from their clan. Luckily, their midwife was a kind, older woman, who knew the dangers the couple would face, and helped them to devise a plan of escape with newly born Nima. Their first task was to spread the word of a still birth and for the couple to be left alone to mourn the death of their child, especially Shakka, who had taken the passing hard. With the space that provided from the clan, Shakka was able to care for Nima while Bril made the arrangements for them to leave the capital of Lessu without raising too much suspicion.

Departing from Lessu, they traveled into the mountain range surrounding Kala'uun. From their hidden home in the range, Bril was able to find respectable work in the city while simultaneously hiding his family… or so they thought. After 5 1/2 successful years of concealment, some local residents took interest in the man who lived on the surface outside the city. These were hard men from the lower levels and had no qualms about taking from others, especially if it was something of value. They followed Bril home often until one day, they saw little Nima running out to greet him. These men kept tabs on Bril until Olan Fyaar, a well known slave trader from Nar Shaddaa, returned to Ryloth for more stock.

The night they came for her still haunts her dreams to this day. They killed both her parents, sedated Nima, and sold her to be a slave under Master Fyaar who paid 3,500 credits for the rare girl child. Olan took Nima back to Nar Shaddaa with plans to mold her into highly valued Class 1 slave and sell her to a Hutt as they would be able to afford a higher price point. With the help of a fellow slave and nursemaid, Nima was able to overcome her grief and excel under the teachings at Madrassa, Olan's training academy for high society slaves.

She stayed at Madrassa until she was 16 years old and was successfully sold to Khulbe Desilijic the Hutt, whom was the best Hutt she could have hoped to work under. There was a lot of talk among the girls that while he has strict standards, he takes care of his people. Because of her skills, she quickly surpassed the other girls under Master Khulbe and at her current age of 22 years she is the most valued of his slaves.

Nima has little knowledge or opinion on the current political status of the galaxy as it is neither her business to know or care as neither faction hold any ground on Nar Shaddaa. The stories of Jedi and the Republic are simply stories to her as her world is far from magical... or fair.

Age: 26
Species: Human
Physical Appearance: Kosara stands at 5.8 feet of height, with lean body and pale skin. She carries a number of different scars across her body, earned in various ways, though most have faded with time or are hidden underneath her clothing. Her face is unmared by scars however. Her green eyes tend to have an almost predatory feel to them whenever she stares.
Skills:

• Aspiring pilot - Kosara's a very good pilot with most small craft and can operate most other vessels as long as she recognizes the control scheme or has some time to study it. While not an established ace, she's still able to give more than a few other pilots a run for their money.
• Gunslinger - Raised in space and the seediest of ports, among some of the greatest scum in the galaxy, she learned to be fast and deadly with a blaster. Hand to eye coordination always came naturally to her and she's rumored to be able to hit a tossed coin at 100 steps. In truth she has her moments, but it's a feeling that comes and goes, still she's expert marksman with a handgun.
• Lightning Reflexes - While not a trained skill per say, Kosara's years in the proverbial semi criminal wilds have honed her already impressive reflexes one step further. Be it piloting or drawing and aiming a gun, she's aiming to be always the faster one.
• Knive Fighting - One doesn't survive long without learning how to fight in close quorters. There are always enemies that try to get up close and gut you or worse. As such she learned to defend herself with a trusty blade. Originaly going for longer blades, she eventuallys switched to short blades that were much more in tune with her lean form, fast reflexes and dexterity.

Weaknesses:

• This is NOT an overreaction!!!- Kosara's impressive reflexes and self preservation instincts have lelt her with the rather unfortunate side effect that she tends to react to any percieved notion of danger. For example should anyone even attempt a vaguely drawing a hidden weapon motion, she'd already draw her blaster at their head. It can be a blessing and a curse admittedly, it'd save her hide as often as it'd get her into trouble.
• I can help! Probably! - Kosara has the bad habbit of involving in things she probably shouldn't in her attempts to help people. She might be a merc, but never takes jobs involving harming civilians. After a fortunate(or unfortunate depending on who you ask) encounter in the past, she was taught the value of helping others. Much to the detriment of her previous criminal crew. Now she tends to offer her help to any cause she deems worthwhile enough, often without considering the repecussions. Help a small settlement to overthrow their pirate opressors? Sure, she's all up for it. Question she usually forgets to ask is - 'how many of them are there exactly?'
• I'M SNEAKING! - If there's one thing Kosara isn't, that's subtle. She's about as subtle as a hutt in a store for crystal tableware. The very concept is foreign to her, despite the many attempts to learn. She tends to be loud, direct and to the point. Sure she might hide for a while or be quiet, but chances are at some point, she's going to lose it and forget all about subtlety. She's kind of a clutz when it comes to the whole 'sneaky' deal.

Character History: Kosara story begins with quite the blast in a very literal sense. Her parents were part of a transport vessel's crew that hauled cargo across the galaxy. When she was being born, ironically the ship was under attack from pirates. Attack was a major success for the pirates as they managed to actually board and take over hte freighter. The crew were either killed or taken to serve as slave merchandise later at places that allow for that sort of thing. Her mother was captured and she, the lil newborn was as well. Needless to say it wasn't a great life and it was a pure miracle that the pirates didn't just kill her and be done with it. After all, who needs a baby as a slave, but they figured that a mother and her daughter would fetch a better price as a pair. Besides the mother was a looker, chances were the child would be one too.

Eventually she was sold to a different group of criminals where she and her mother ended up as slaves on a space station in the middle of nowhere, where they were sold to the older of a bar. A station that served as a hub for all the criminal elements in that corner of the galaxy. For hte next decade and a half she lived there, working every day without rest, forced to do all the menial work that was required to keep her master's properties in clean state, which was honestly a task that's nearly impossible, considering hte types of people collecting at the place every single day. In her years as a slave at that place, she had heard more different ways of cursing and swearing in different languages that she could ever remember, though she remembered quite a few.

Her life as a slave changed when she was 15. A string of unfortunate events struck her and her mother, which ultimately resulted in her mother's slow and painful death from sickness. Kosara was devastated, but she steeled herself and promised to both her mother and her self that she'd escape this Sarlac pit... Next chance she had, she ran away after a gut instinct. She struck her master's head with a metal pan with all force she could muster, sending him sprawling. Then she hit him a few dozen more times just to make sure, same way she had done to EVERY lowlife who had gotten a tad too touchy with her in the past few years as she began to grow up from her childish self and gradually start becoming an adult.

The escape was a weirdly successful endevour. She managed to get to a mercenary ship that was just departing and slip inside on a cargo crate that they were going to load up. By the time the mercs found her and anybody on the station figured she murdered her master, the ship was far away in hyperspace for anybody to do anything. The mercs figured they could probalby have her clean the ship since she was already there and in return they'd keep her off the station. So she did, but it didn't take long before one of the younger mercs got ideas about her. Ideas which resulted in him being beaten half to death with cleaning mop handle. Captain of the mercs was rather impressed by her reflexes and decided that if she could prove herself able and talanted enough they could use her. So they put her through the ringer, tested her reflexes which were among hte most impressive they've seen. In addition she displayed remarkable talent with a blaster and a knife in addition to her rapidly progressing piloting skills. In no time she became an official member of the small group of seedy mercenaries and her life as a hired thug began.

The life of a seedy merc was something that Kosara took to like fish to water. After living her whole life surrounded and ordered around by such lowlives, the chance to be free of being subject to it and forge her own path was intoxicating. She was quick to resort to violence even if she did have some limits like never really abusing servants, slaves or unarmed people. Still to any other merc, pirate or a thug, she'd never hesitate to get them hurt and even killed more than a few times. Such was the intoxication of freedom and power. She spend over 5 years with that mercenary band. They did more than a few things she wasn't overly proud, jading her perception of her own decisions to that point. Eeventually on one such job she encountered a jedi. A woman who simply indentified herself as Vala. Their meeting was on a small settlement on a frozen frontier world. Kosara was tasked to go ahead and scout the village since the band had hit rough times as of late. She didn't like it, but complied.

Kosara met Vala in the bar, the jedi coincidentaly traveling on some sort of personal quest she never explained. They got to talking and one thing led to another. By the end of the day, without Kosara really realizing how it happened, they had ended up saving a local from some wildlife, repairing the walls of an orphanage and Kosara eventually admitting to her task to the Jedi. While she had gotten rather intoxicated with the feelings of freedom as part of the mercs and outlaws she grew up ordered around by, she never really gained the same eagerness to perform nefarious deeds like them. Sure not everything she had done, she was proud of, but she never hurt or killed innocents or civilians. The jedi eventually fought and took down the rest of her merc crew, but allowed her to go free, giving her a second chance. This time, Kosara figured that if she's to have a true second chance at freedom, she should be doing something good with it! Like doing what she had dreamed every night as a child somebody else to do - save her and her mother. So she figured that maybe she should become the hero she always dreamed of meeting.

The following years up to the Clone Wars, she spend as a wandering merc for the lack of better term still, but this time she only got on jobs that would help people. Granted not everything turned out great, there were quite a few close calls or people she didn't manage to protect, but she gave it her best. This eventually led her to being dragged to the battlefield when the Confederacy attacked a world she was on. She was fighting a bunch of tincansm protecting a bunch of civilians when a familiar jedi swooped in. As far as reunions went, it certainly was bombastic and energetic. Vala and Kosara spend the next few months fighting together along with clone troopers against the droids. At first Kosara wondered the chances of them meeting again, but Vala assured the somewhat younger woman that it was the will of the force and that both of them were led there for a reason or another. Kosara admittedly had no counter argument because she herself initially just had the sudden feeling she wanted to have a vacation on that world.

After the world was cleared of droids, she followed the jedi from there on, becoming something akin to an unofficial right hand for Vala, during the rest of the Clone Wars. They went through thick and thin, fighting together, often against impressive odds and numbers, but they made it through side by side. Eventually Vala admitted that she had felt a call to the worlds they met and after traveling together for nearly two years now, she was certain that Kosara was sensitive to the Force to a degree. Admittedly she was never going to make it as a padwan at her age. It was a startling revelation, one that sadly was never adressed properly. Vala had promised Kosara to figure something out, maybe get her some basic training in secret as to allow her to control herself better. After all even if she was never trained as a jedi, the ability to Meditate and communicate with the force was a helpful ability to have. Still the fateful day came. Kosara and Vala were just celebrating their victory over part of the Confederacy forces when the clones turned against them. Kosara, true to her self, drew her blaster and fell the closest trooper before the could fire as soon as he had aimed his own weapon.

The confusion in the duo was complete, unable to figure out why their own troops were turning against them. Unfortunately there were just too many of them for Vala to defend from all the blaster fire and as the duo tried to flee, a series of heavy ordinance was fired their way, causing explosions. Even Jedi weren't immune to explosions sadly. as the dust settled, Kosara found herself pushed out of the way in the last moment with a force push and her friend... best friend.. no something much more than that, somebody she felt like the will of the Force had connected her with was gone. There weren't dramatic last moment confessions or speeches. There wasn't even a chance to say goodbye. One moment Vala was alive and living, the next, her body laid crushed and blasted underneath a pile of rubble. Kosara grabbed the ONLY thing as a memento she could, one of Vala's two lightsabers. It was damaged, seemingly beyond repair, but she didn't care. Shouts of clone troopers echoed not too far from her, so she ran. Ran as fast as her legs allowed her and straight to Vala's ship. One of the so dubbed Jedi starfighters. It was marvel of engineering, one that she couldn't really pilot properly for the obvious reason of not being a trained jedi, but she knew where Vala had left her hyperspace module in orbit... Getting to space with Vala's ship wasn't hard. With a fighter this fast, evading the clones wasn't hard... attaching the hyperspace module wasn't hard either. No the hardest part came after she was back in Hyperspace. Everything else had taken less than 10 minutes. What the hardest part was... to figure out what to do next. She stared at the marvelous scenery of hyperspace outside the cockpit, trying to figure out how this all happened and what she should do next, now that she felt an emptiness like this. She had discovered the one being in the galaxy that made her feel complete, a better person. Now that person was gone and she just felt empty.