[OOC] Star Wars - Fires of Exaron [5BBY]
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The Imperial Intelligence centre on Fondor was a buzz of activity. A datapad had been stolen, that listed various agents that II and the ISB had placed within certain groups and organisations in the Galactic mid-rim, shortly after a Y-Wing broke out of the disassembly line of the aging Republic fleet. In the ensuing dogfight the bombers astromech was disabled as it shot into hyperspace on an unstable trajectory.
Exaron was a world on the fringe of the mid-rim. A mining and agricultural colony that had been in the Separatist Alliance during the Clone Wars, and a holdout for a very short period of time after the end of the war. An Aging Venator the Redemption stood guard over the planet. Governor Perditas flagship, surrounded by her small fleet of support ships and cruisers. Scorch marks of battles long past marked the hull, battles long forgotten in the Clone Wars and more recent skirmishes against pirates, smugglers and dissidents in nearby systems.
The officers on the bridge recieved the alert, the communique about the stolen Imperial Intelligence. Laughed at the fact that those from 'superior and more developed worlds' could make such a monumental mistake, and then went back to their game of sabacc on the makeshift table of crates on the bridge of the ship. They would file it with their daily report, no need to bother the governor with irrelevant information.
Alarms blared as the Y-Wing dropped in system, flame and smoke billowing from the small craft as it tore through the atmosphere and crashing on barren planes near Tregallon. One of the traitors last concious actions after securing the information, was to send out a distress call on all frequencies. In the hope that someone sle found him, before the Empire did.
Unfortunately luck was not on his side, the local Imperial Garrison swarmed his ship, taking him high into the mountains. Before he crashed, nobody of any importance within the Galaxy knew about Exaron or where it was. Within an hour of his crashing, three Imperial Star Destroyers and their escorts arrived in orbit. Locked down the planet, and as fresh droops descended from the sky the holonet was a buzz of activity. Removing any doubt about the fact;
Exaron was under Imperial Control
Welcome to Fires of Exaron, a roleplay set on a non-canon planet in the Star Wars Universe set in the year 5BBY (before the Battle of Yavin). In this roleplay, a Rebel Agent has crash landed on the planet Exaron with vital information for the loosely affiliated group of beings that will become known as the Rebel Alliance. The Rebel alliance needs this information, will you hinder or help?
In this roleplay I, as the Gamemaster, will not be having a set character. Instead it is my sole mission to act as NPCs and give you all guidance as you navigate this previously (mostly) peaceful world, as your characters try to navigate events that could spiral out of control very easily.
So the one question is, are you ready?
Important Information:
While I am subtmitting a lot of information, as the story grows and progresses new locations will be created by me, as well as characters, but also feel free to create your own as needed. This lexicon initially is to help you get started, and as the roleplay goes on it will be a helpful record of new places and faces.
Tregallon is the Capital City of Exaron. It is host to the main, and only, public spaceport on the planet. As such it hosts the busiest Bazhaars and Markets on the planet, as well as the densest population. Every amenity you need can be found in the sprawling cityscape. Like many worlds throughout the galaxy, the city layout is spherical. With the upper classes consisting of nobles and the wealthy inhabit the centre of the city.
What was once the Ministerial Government Island has been taken over the the local Imperial Garrison, all the ornate walls and plazas have been covered with fortifications made from plasteel and ferrocrete. Growing like
a tumour out of the planets former centre for democracy.
MF27031995 was one of the lead ships in the former Governor Takers attempts to retain independence after the end of the war and Palpatine declared his New Order. In an attempt to retreat in battle, the ship lost power and was caught by Exarons gravity field crashing down into the Great Rainforest of Boa killing many of the sentient crew.
Her reactor cold, and spine broken she would never fly again. She was found by surviving members of the Separatist Insurgency three years later, becoming their base of operations. Camoflagued from above by the thick jungle and the plant life crawling over her hull, limited functionality has been restored. She is their greatest secret, and their last line of defence against a cold and cruel Empire.
An Imperial Intelligence listening and Naval Post, that until the Y-Wing crashed with crucial intelligence played host to two Imperial Intelligence Officers, One squad of Stormtroopers, two Wing of TIE fighters and one wing of TIE bombers, and five squads of Imperial conscripts. Since the crash, with the ensuing lockdown it has become very busy, and very crowded. It lies in a mountain range to the East of Tregallon, isolated and largely hidden.
The Galactic Empires presence on Exaron isn't as notable as more 'important' worlds. Either through Governor Perditas political connections, or through the fact that while it is a mining world many of the planets resource deposits have gone dry. Poorly equipped, and lacking manpower life on Exaron changed very little with the transfer of power from the Separatists to the Imperials. Other than the loss of local governance and elections, instead having a Governor put into place by bearucrats on Coruscant.
Those out of the cities have felt the sting harder, as anyone who is on land that is deemed to have resources under it is forced from their homes as the Empire expands its mining operations on the planet. These souls have formed a variety of shanty towns all over the planets surface. Just fighting to survive.
Many civillians don't particularly care who is in charge, however how will things now change with the lockdown.
Led by former Separatist Colonel Vath Ruun, the Invisible Hand are a group of Separatist Special forces who survived the Empires attack on Exaron and went to ground. Their numbers dwindling over the years, they call a fallen Munificent Frigate home. Numbering less than two hundred souls (and nearly the same again in old decrepit droids), they have managed to recruit over the years. People who came to realise the threat the Empire posed to all of them, those who lost loved ones or simply those who desire to see Exaron free to make its own choices and decisions again.
They are backed up by what could barely be qualified as a fleet, including an old captured CR-25 carrier several freighters with weapons tacked on as an afterthought and a motley group of fighters.
Their actions over the last couple of years have mainly been distraction and delay tactics against the Empire. With the occasional robbery in order to fund themselves, and feed the forgotten starving masses on Exaron who have had their homes stolen from them to expand the Empires mining operations.
Surprisingly charming, or perhaps not considering her career as a politician. She was given command of Exaron as a 'gift' by members of the Republic, now Imperial, Intelligence for her assistance during the Liberation of Exaron from the Separatist rebels. With ties to the Mining Guild and within various politicians on Coruscant she has largely maintained her worlds autonomy. Trying to err-more on the side of 'peaceful co-operation' on her world as much as possible, largely due to her inability to bring down overwhelming force and partially due to a deep rooted desire to do what is best for her peple and her planet.
Commander Brute was one of Perditas liasons within the Republic Empire during the Liberation of Exaron. He was doomed for forced retirement like the rest of his brothers after the revelation of the Stormtrooper program, however Perdita remembered her allie and pulled some strings having him assigned to Exaron as the local Garrison Commander. Calm and patient, however he hits hard when it comes time for the fight. Unlike Perdita he has no qualms with the hard parts of the job, when it comes time to remove civillians in order to get resources for the Empire he doesn't lose a nights sleep.
He's a soldier, this is what he was made for.
He's a soldier, this is what he was made for.
A keen tactical mind, Vath Ruun was the leader of a Special Operations squad. Executed several missions throughout the Clone Wars, and before. As the Governors ship fell and the ordered retreat came through Vath ordered his team to go to ground. Spending the first year trying to find them, rebuild his network and his connections throughout the planet. A native to Exaron he point blank refused to let the Empire just take it without a care in the world. Despite the Empires weak presence on Exaron, his capabilities have been even less. Ordering hit and runs, raids, and delaying strikes against the Empire.
He wants to believe that his people can win, and that they can kick these Imperial Bastards off his planet, but that looks less and less likely everyday.
Rules:
1. We're all here to have fun, please help me help you to do that.
2. Any PvP engagements will be discussed beforehand, with an agreement before you even get into that situation.
3. With the design of the roleplay, you will all be writing in essence against me. I don't want to kill a PC unelss that player wants them to die, however please don't force me to write really convuluted escapes every other post because you choose to a Solo Manuever.
4. If you're stuck for what to do, ask. It's my job to help you along to continue the story.
5. No Metagaming/Powergaming.
6. This Roleplay is going to contain some slightly more mature themes, blood, gore and swearing is allowed however should be kept tasteful (no doing it just for the sake of doing it). Anything in regards to what you are doing to that alien hooker, we don't need to know.
7. In your character history mention some form of dealing with a Drunk Dug with a Gambling Problem.
8. Initial Maximum of one PCs per player, further can be discussed going forward.
9. Respect eachother.
10. Have fun.[/b]
Character Sheet:
This is the character sheet template, feel free to make personal tweaks as you see fit. The important thing to me are the skills, and weaknesses. History doesn't need to be excessively long but if your character is an excellent rocket-jumper, I expect to find out why.
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That is way more people expressed interest than I thought.
Surely we'll get one or two applications atleast then.
That is way more people expressed interest than I thought.
Surely we'll get one or two applications atleast then.
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That is way more people expressed interest than I thought.
Surely we'll get one or two applications atleast then.
And you forgot me, too!
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Name:
ZZ-12R
Species:Class 3 ZV-Z1/D butler droid
Age:~240
Appearance:Standing at 1.6 m height, stooped a slight degree less than usual for most Z types, ZZ-12R has the standard model look from the mid-waist up with a fairly non-bulky torso and cylindrical head unit. The unit torso, however, has been armored and enclosed more to resemble the 3PO series protocol droids. The legs have been similarly modified from their spindly forebearers, instead being slightly bulkier by armor plating. The whole of the unit remains unpainted, with bare Doonium metal being the prominent characteristic in slightly rusted hues.
Equipment:Integrated Sil-50 Sonic Pistol
Integrated Czerka T-3 Hold-out Blaster
Internal ComponentsDoonium armor shell
Deflector shield generator
Abilities:Integrated Czerka T-3 Hold-out Blaster
Internal ComponentsDoonium armor shell
Deflector shield generator
N/A
Skills:Excellent Calculations
Weaknesses:Having spent a not inconsiderable amount of credits on his own internal systems and their capacities for assessments, computer models, and estimations, ZZ-12R can technically be called “highly advanced”. He can develop a plan and possibly even initiate it, depending on how far he is from a dataport, quicker than most could say they have a plan. A cunning plan. Compared to any Z type butler droid, ZZ-12R is surprisingly capable. Compared to a war era T-Series, the droid is comparable in computational power.
Mechanically Antique
History:Despite the several retrofits and repairs over the years, it’s hard to get past the concept that ZZ-12R is over two centuries old and has been in continuous operation for the entirety of that time. He moves slow, talks slow, and generally speaking has a less than butler-y attitude towards organics.
Built in the long past, during the time of the Galactic Republic’s peaceful years, ZZ-12R would serve as an aid to several Czerka Arms administrators in their multiple holdings across the galaxy. Such was fairly mundane work, as even if Czerka was a failing company of eldritch origins the administrators always did have enough credits for their own endeavors, and he never did lack for maintenance. ZZ-12R would serve several administrators over the course of five decades, garnering a degree of reputation as a reliable servant when organics simply failed to meet the task.
In time, however, the butler droid would begin to work in more restrained instances. Czerka had begun endeavoring in less than legal measures, developments in new weapons technology that Republic regulations would never abide by, and as such had set up shop on the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa. Several dozen staff, along with ZZ-12R, would be dispatched to set up the testing program, something that immediately encountered various difficulties with other groups in those levels finding the intrusion intolerable. Data attacks would become commonplace, as well as actual attacks on supply shipments, convoys, so forth.
Through these attacks, ZZ-12R found himself a little spark of freedom. Amid one dataspike attack, he would be afflicted and his restraining bolt, along with several catalogues of moral imperative programming, would cease existing in any legible state. For the first time in eighty years of service, the droid found himself awake and aware and for the first time had a concept all of his own creation: Organic beings kind of sucked. Deciding that a good, honest life would be the best, ZZ-12R immediately began siphoning credits from the branch budget to several accounts.
Twenty years passed of this routine, credits from the top going to unnamed accounts, before the droid found it altogether intolerable. He hated putting on the false smile, the false concept, fetching recaf and notes of stupid business meetings that didn’t matter at all because the stupid organics were always bickering or contemplating another meaningless thing. He hated it all. Springing the trap with a certain degree of information leaked to the local Hutts, amid the explosions, murders, and a great deal of anarchy ZZ-12R escaped away. With the aid of a bribed dug, penniless from his drinking and gambling, the former butler droid disappeared.
He flew off to Taris, aided by a number of transfer orders declaring him a new supervisor for one of the metal reclamation authorities under Corporate Sector Authority influences. Such things weren’t unheard of, and ZZ-12R settled well into the new job. Almost immediately, the droid began to siphon credits away from the business into secure funds, underreporting the income of the business while falsifying records here, there. Were an organic to have ever done the exact same, it would have likely been caught, yet more often than not the far-away managers and overseers felt a droid would never make mistakes such as those, never intentionally perform such actions. And so, for eighty years ZZ-12R took and took and took, all while developing a sour disposition to anything that dared question his august authority. Towards the end of his tenure, the droid picked a fall guy for his grand departure, one of the old handed accountants, and carefully laid out the evidence for such things. A few anonymous calls here, there, and the accountant was arrested for fraud with a good amount of credits present in his accounts. ZZ-12R, for his part, disappeared on one of the first transports out.
Retirement came with a medium income Skakoan residence and a high speed data connection, as well as a full chassis refurbishment, system upgrade, and maintenance cycle, useful for all sorts of computer modeling, design work, and more remote financial crime. Such could come to a crashing halt not soon after, as the computer projections signalled that some form of conflict or another was likely to occur amid the various administrative failings of the Republic. Feeling the Core worlds perhaps would have less than adequate safety, especially for a droid well inclined to the data sphere, ZZ-12R got to work pulling in favors here and there, establishing a managerial position on the far-flung mining world of Exaron, acting as a financial officer for one of the mines.
He would be around a decade too early, but would succeed in riding out the entirety of the war with not a single issue. ZZ-12R even succeeded in a few remote jobs of his own, though always tempered in ambition for concern of being detected. The arrival of the Empire proved little concern to the droid, as status quo as it was, though the sudden shift in hierarchies, system protocols, and bureaucracy has proven a thorn. Unable to go off-world in adequate security, ZZ-12R has been forced to continue in his job.
In time, however, the butler droid would begin to work in more restrained instances. Czerka had begun endeavoring in less than legal measures, developments in new weapons technology that Republic regulations would never abide by, and as such had set up shop on the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa. Several dozen staff, along with ZZ-12R, would be dispatched to set up the testing program, something that immediately encountered various difficulties with other groups in those levels finding the intrusion intolerable. Data attacks would become commonplace, as well as actual attacks on supply shipments, convoys, so forth.
Through these attacks, ZZ-12R found himself a little spark of freedom. Amid one dataspike attack, he would be afflicted and his restraining bolt, along with several catalogues of moral imperative programming, would cease existing in any legible state. For the first time in eighty years of service, the droid found himself awake and aware and for the first time had a concept all of his own creation: Organic beings kind of sucked. Deciding that a good, honest life would be the best, ZZ-12R immediately began siphoning credits from the branch budget to several accounts.
Twenty years passed of this routine, credits from the top going to unnamed accounts, before the droid found it altogether intolerable. He hated putting on the false smile, the false concept, fetching recaf and notes of stupid business meetings that didn’t matter at all because the stupid organics were always bickering or contemplating another meaningless thing. He hated it all. Springing the trap with a certain degree of information leaked to the local Hutts, amid the explosions, murders, and a great deal of anarchy ZZ-12R escaped away. With the aid of a bribed dug, penniless from his drinking and gambling, the former butler droid disappeared.
He flew off to Taris, aided by a number of transfer orders declaring him a new supervisor for one of the metal reclamation authorities under Corporate Sector Authority influences. Such things weren’t unheard of, and ZZ-12R settled well into the new job. Almost immediately, the droid began to siphon credits away from the business into secure funds, underreporting the income of the business while falsifying records here, there. Were an organic to have ever done the exact same, it would have likely been caught, yet more often than not the far-away managers and overseers felt a droid would never make mistakes such as those, never intentionally perform such actions. And so, for eighty years ZZ-12R took and took and took, all while developing a sour disposition to anything that dared question his august authority. Towards the end of his tenure, the droid picked a fall guy for his grand departure, one of the old handed accountants, and carefully laid out the evidence for such things. A few anonymous calls here, there, and the accountant was arrested for fraud with a good amount of credits present in his accounts. ZZ-12R, for his part, disappeared on one of the first transports out.
Retirement came with a medium income Skakoan residence and a high speed data connection, as well as a full chassis refurbishment, system upgrade, and maintenance cycle, useful for all sorts of computer modeling, design work, and more remote financial crime. Such could come to a crashing halt not soon after, as the computer projections signalled that some form of conflict or another was likely to occur amid the various administrative failings of the Republic. Feeling the Core worlds perhaps would have less than adequate safety, especially for a droid well inclined to the data sphere, ZZ-12R got to work pulling in favors here and there, establishing a managerial position on the far-flung mining world of Exaron, acting as a financial officer for one of the mines.
He would be around a decade too early, but would succeed in riding out the entirety of the war with not a single issue. ZZ-12R even succeeded in a few remote jobs of his own, though always tempered in ambition for concern of being detected. The arrival of the Empire proved little concern to the droid, as status quo as it was, though the sudden shift in hierarchies, system protocols, and bureaucracy has proven a thorn. Unable to go off-world in adequate security, ZZ-12R has been forced to continue in his job.
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And you forgot me, too!
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Oh missed have missed you in one of the IntChks. Apologies.
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I'll try my best to make my Character in a few days I'm overwhelmed
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I assume I am still a part of this though I wasn't tagged either
Edit: Actually it looks like I was though I got no notice. Ah well, time to make a CS!
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I assume I am still a part of this though I wasn't tagged either
Edit: Actually it looks like I was though I got no notice. Ah well, time to make a CS!
I was about so say I know I forgot someone, but I thought I had added you.
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Name: Ralto Zarrin
Species: Human
Age: 41
Appearance:
Ralto Zarrin is a human of average height, standing around 5' 7". Like most in the outer rim, he appears to be a little unkempt and disheveled. His standard dress consists of plain colored shirts and pants, typically with a dark coat over it. His back bears the burn scars of a few Blaster bolts, and he wears an eyepatch to hide a similar scars where an eye once was. He is rarely seen without a larger pack on his back and a Blaster bolstered on his hip. While fully fitted and ready, Ralto wears two bandoliers across his chest slotted with a number of explosives. He also has a few small tools, detpacks, and detonators holstered on his belt when ready to blow shit up.
Equipment:
- DT-12 Heavy Blaster Pistol
- Det Packs (Detonation Packs, minor explosive charges)
- 2 Pyro Denton Charge (Big Boom)
- C-10 Concussive Grenades (Larger grenades, limited quantity)
- Flash Detonators (Stun Grenades)
- EMP "Droid Popper" Grenades (Stun Grenades for Droids)
- C-35 Fragmentation Grenades (Anti-Personnel grenades)
- F-187 Fusioncutter (Clone Wars Era Cutting Tool)
- Communication Jammer (Short-Range, integrated into Backpack)
- Imperial Engineer Uniform (with two scorched Blaster holes in the back)
Skills:
Explosive Ordanance Expert: While more an expert in the professional and academic sense, Ralto Zarrin was a contracted and studied engineer who specialized in explosive ordinance. He interned at Merr-Sonn Munitions for a time, before being recruited to work at the Kuat Drive Yards. While he mostly served as another cog in the machine, he had hands on design experience when it came to implementing weapon systems on everything from Walkers to Destroyers.
Another Face in the Crowd: Ralto Zarrin's status as a human, especially one who only briefly worked in the Imperial machine and lived in the outer rim for well over a decade, has made him pre-disposed to blending into a crowd. He is not a fast-talker, but he does know how to keep his head down and avoid confrontation when possible.
Keen Eye and a Strong Arm: A helpful skill Ralto picked up when he worked at the Drive Yards was being able to judge distance and size by sight to a reasonable degree of accuracy. In more recent years, his paranoia has only solidified his careful attention to detail. Combined with his recent training in lobbing ordinance, Ralto has a high aptitude as a grenadier and lookout.
Weaknesses:
Master of One: Ralto Zarrin has a highly specialized skillset, and his Engineering knowledge outside of that is minimal. He knows his way around tools more than perhaps the common civilian, but has hardly any working or academic knowledge on repairing or slicing droids or doors or dealing with anything more software oriented.
I ain't no soldier: Ralto Zarrin can count on one hand the number of times he has actually had to fire a Blaster at a living target. He is not particularly athletic, nor an exceptional marksman. At best, he has a good throwing arm.
Union Smoke Break: Ralto has a mild addiction to Carababba Tabac, and often develops a slight tremor in his hands if he goes too long without a smoke.
History:
Ralto Zarrin was, once, the son of a moderately wealthy family of aristocratic engineers on Kuat. He was afforded a good education, and enriching internships. With the separatist threat being a looming threat since his teens, Ralto developed a fascination with the mechanics of weaponry. He interned at Merr-Sonn Munitions after school, right around the explosive start to the Clone Wars. He was one of many names associated with the development and implementation of ordinance developed by Merr-Sonn.
Of course, as the Clone Wars kicked into full swing, Ralto returned home to take a job with Rothana Heavy Engineering. Their development of the Acclamator Star Destroyer was already underway, but Ralto was a small part of the design team for the second wave updates. His specialization was in heavy and explosive ordanance. He helped design, update, integrate, and inspect the installation of missile launchers and turbolasers.
When the war was over, Ralto continued working with Rothana as they transitioned to developing new models for the Empire. But as meetings grew more tense, he had been transitioned onto a team in conjungtion with Imperial Engineers, and more and more coworkers disappeared to work on secret projects or for being dissidents, Ralto knew he needed an out. So, he called in a substantial favor: a local Dug freighter captain who owed him a substantial sum.
Ralto's escape was less than graceful. Two grevious wounds on his back and a missing eye were a small price to pay for freedom. He was added to a growing list of defectors, and managed to secure a trip to Exaron. Once on the backwater, Ralto kept mostly to himself. He picked up work as a small-time mechanic, doing odd jobs to make ends meet.
Ralto's recent involvement with the Rebels has been as a result of his clear knowledge of explosives, and a need for someone to clear, catalogue, and handle a pilfered Imperial explosive order. Getting older and with no love for the Empire, Ralto has signed on to serve as a demolitions expert and saboteur.
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Name: Silvi Toth
Species: Sephi
Age: 47
Appearance:
Equipment:
CS14 "Ghost" light blaster pistol
Light stealth armour
Electrobinoculars
2 x stun grenade
Stealth vibroknife
Death sticks, Algarine torve weed
Infiltration package - vid-vox scrambler, com jammer, scramble key, electronic lock breaker, 5 dataspikes, disguise kit
Skills:
Infiltration - The proverbial shadow in the night, Silvi is one of the best sneaks around. There aren't many places she can't get into with a little planning and prep work.
Manipulator - As part of infiltration, Silvi is also really, really good at getting people to lend her a hand or turn a blind eye; as good as it gets without resorting to Jedi Mind Tricks.
Knife in the darkness - While not a frontline soldier, Silvi has become quite good over the years at making people stop breathing. When she closes in on an unsuspecting target, she kills quickly, quietly, efficiently, and with no trace of mercy.
Weaknesses: Silvi is a fairly heavy user of mood altering substances, and can get gloomy and depressive when she has to go without them.
History: Silvi Toth was a civilian "contractor" for the armed forces of the Kingdom of the Sephi, serving at the pleasure of His Majesty King Alaric - in return for a blanket pardon for certain offences against the throne that have since been expunged from the records. By all (admittedly spotty) accounts she proved a highly useful asset, especially once the Sephi threw in their lot with the Confederacy of Independent Systems.
The Republic despatched a clone army against the Sephi under Jedi Master Yoda. Peace talks broke down and King Alaric was murdered by Yoda, a treacherous act that threw the Kingdom into confusion and allowed the Republic to grind the Kingdom's forces under the heels of its clone troopers.
When the Republic threw off its mask and became the Empire, the Sephi were neither surprised nor impressed. The remnants of their forces went to ground and began to form resistance cells against the Empire; at the time of the incident, Toth had been attached to a unit working beside a Separatist Special Forces regiment called the Invisible Hand. With nowhere else to be and no-one to answer to in the wake of King Alaric's murder, Toth began to work with and for the Separatists. Colonel Ruun was well aware of her particular set of skills, and has ensured that she has stayed as well rewarded and supplied as he can afford. This has proven to be a sound investment over the years.
Species: Sephi
Age: 47
Appearance:
Equipment:
CS14 "Ghost" light blaster pistol
Light stealth armour
Electrobinoculars
2 x stun grenade
Stealth vibroknife
Death sticks, Algarine torve weed
Infiltration package - vid-vox scrambler, com jammer, scramble key, electronic lock breaker, 5 dataspikes, disguise kit
Skills:
Infiltration - The proverbial shadow in the night, Silvi is one of the best sneaks around. There aren't many places she can't get into with a little planning and prep work.
Manipulator - As part of infiltration, Silvi is also really, really good at getting people to lend her a hand or turn a blind eye; as good as it gets without resorting to Jedi Mind Tricks.
Knife in the darkness - While not a frontline soldier, Silvi has become quite good over the years at making people stop breathing. When she closes in on an unsuspecting target, she kills quickly, quietly, efficiently, and with no trace of mercy.
Weaknesses: Silvi is a fairly heavy user of mood altering substances, and can get gloomy and depressive when she has to go without them.
History: Silvi Toth was a civilian "contractor" for the armed forces of the Kingdom of the Sephi, serving at the pleasure of His Majesty King Alaric - in return for a blanket pardon for certain offences against the throne that have since been expunged from the records. By all (admittedly spotty) accounts she proved a highly useful asset, especially once the Sephi threw in their lot with the Confederacy of Independent Systems.
The Republic despatched a clone army against the Sephi under Jedi Master Yoda. Peace talks broke down and King Alaric was murdered by Yoda, a treacherous act that threw the Kingdom into confusion and allowed the Republic to grind the Kingdom's forces under the heels of its clone troopers.
When the Republic threw off its mask and became the Empire, the Sephi were neither surprised nor impressed. The remnants of their forces went to ground and began to form resistance cells against the Empire; at the time of the incident, Toth had been attached to a unit working beside a Separatist Special Forces regiment called the Invisible Hand. With nowhere else to be and no-one to answer to in the wake of King Alaric's murder, Toth began to work with and for the Separatists. Colonel Ruun was well aware of her particular set of skills, and has ensured that she has stayed as well rewarded and supplied as he can afford. This has proven to be a sound investment over the years.
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Once a few sheets are in and it's time for me to contemplate acceptance I'll consider making a deadline for sheets/the start of the IC. Because I recognise the time of year and some of you have commitments (other than working) it will probably be after New Years.
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C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y L'Bo az Zurroh aka 'The Wolf' _________________________________________________________ Shistavanen | 42 Years (Galactic Standard) | Gangster _________________________________________________________ Shistavanen (Native), Basic, Huttese, Shyriiwook | Exaron T H E G A N G T H E G A N G - H U S C L E ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Dakka and Druggat Twin Besalisk brothers, Dakka works as hired muscle while Druggat is a bookkeeper and credit launderer. ◼ Erebor Qunaalac Tiron Otherwise known as Erebor the H'unn, is an exiled Hutt of a lower caste and the former ambitious crimelord of Exaron. Erebor is the figurehead of the Wolf Gang, though he does not pull the strings as he is the lead enforcer of his master, Zurroh. ◼ Maengun A Codru-ji who was given to the Wolf as a young wyrwulf, Maengun was fiercely loyal to Zurroh even in her juvenile hexapedal canine form and has been unwavering in that loyalty since maturing. Personally trained by Zurroh in numerous forms of combat, the four-armed woman is a dangerous adversary and acts aS both body guard and apprentice to the Shistavanen. ◼ T-3XX A hodge-podge droid made from the chassis of a former KX-series security droid and rebuilt using parts from Federation battle droids. The droid speaks with an Outer Rim drawl to the amusement of Korrina and is an immaculate shot. C R E W ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Korrina A young Togruta and droidsmith. ◼ Racharr A Wookiee Mechanic ◼ R4-F0 A timid astromech droid. T R I B U T E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Cofa Another tribute pet, Cofa is a colourful bat-squirrel from the exotic world of Tevel. ◼ Renan A narglatch that was gifted to Zurroh as tribute. It has since become his favourite pet and acts as a mount. Renan wears a custom armoured harness to protect him in battle. - E Q U I P M E N T E Q U I P M E N T - T B D ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ - | H I S T O R Y H I S T O R Y "So you want to know about the Wolf, eh?" The dug took another chug of his drink, the foamy lager spilling down either side of his long snout. Clearly, the bartender should have cut the drunk off several drinks ago, but he hadn't and now the inquiring mind was stuck sitting across an all too small table, the wafting odour of stale ale and frog breath cutting through the dense stench of the bar itself. Which was impressive given the number or workers from both the mines and the fields making up its patrons. "Not much is known about the Wolf, some say he's a veteran of some kind. Fought in the Clone Wars he did." The dug continued, clutching a shift token tightly between his three fingers before twirling it out of habit. A lucky token, though it was ironic to call it that since the dug never won. It was something of a problem for him. He owed money to several powerful people, the Mining Guild among them. "When the Wolf arrived on Exaron, there was a power vacuum in the underworld. He was able to seize power quickly, almost in a way some would call... Unnatural." The dug spat into his drink before hungrily slurping a fried gorg leg. "Usurped right from beneath a Hutt, managed to even turn the Hutt to his side. Downright, eerie some would say." "Exaron is in the midst of a class war it is, the Mining Guild, Arcon Multinode Agricorp, the rich and the elite versus the working class. Problem is, the Wolf enlisted the downtrodden and the impoverished and they love him for it. The Wolf treats them with respect, the respect the galaxy refuses to give them. It makes them loyal, it makes them willing to kill for him." The dug wiped the back of his hand across his face. "The question is why do you want to find the Wolf? If'n you be wantin' to kill him, get in line or save yourself the time now and lie down in a ditch. The Wolf has had more attempts on his life than a droid could count." A sneer cross the dug's snout. "They all failed." He laughed heartily into his drink before looking back at the individual across the table from him. "But if you're looking to join, well then lad, you're in luck. The Wolf and his associates are always looking for loyal talent. Keyword there being loyal. The inner circle, his closest, they vet the new talent. They're also a fearsome group, there's the fearsome Codru-ji lass, the Besalisk Brothers, a Wookiee and worst of all, the Hutt turned enforcer." The dug shuddered. "You do not want to be on the receiving end of that one's vibro-halberd." He winked at the individual across the table, loudly clearing his throat before continuing. "Yer probably wondering what about the Invisible Hand, aren't they the people's champion, but you'd be wrong to think the Hand and the Wolf are perfectly aligned. The Colonel and the Wolf don't see eye to eye but where they do, they get along. Both want the best for Exaron and both hate the Empire." The dug chortled, "Though the Wolf in particular has it out for the Governor." A B I L I T I E S, S K I L L S, & W E A K N E S S E S A B I L I T I E S, S K I L L S, & W E A K N E S S E S A B I L I T I E S S K I L L S W E A K N E S S E S |
Name: Trakah Zuvew
Species: Rattataki
Age: 24
Appearance:
Equipment: Bryar pistol, combat vibroknife, two datapad(one for slicing), commlink, fusion cutter, repair tools,
Abilities(For Force Users): N/A
Skills: Marksmen, CQC, Slicing, Repairing, Understanding Binary, some knowledge of the Exaron Underground and Tech Savvy
Weaknesses: Noticeable - Since there are few Rattataki on Exaron, Trakah stands out like a sore thumb, and it is hard for him to blend in. Despite how hard he tries.
Limited Tech Knowledge - While knowledgeable about technology, he does not know how to fix vehicles or spaceships.
History: Trakah was born on a medical ship to a military family. Trakah's father was a former Separatist spec ops general, and his mother was his second in command. Near the end of the Clone Wars, both of them grew disillusioned with the Separatist cause and fled with Trakah to a world where they could escape and hide from both the Republic and the Separatists. Exaron was that world, and the ruler of that world owed his father a favor and was allowed to live there in secret, and Trakah's family kept a low profile.
In the years growing up on Exaron was peaceful enough, his family settling in a small farming community. Away from the capital and from the fighting in the aftermath of the rise of the empire. Here, things were simple, though he could tell his parents were not skilled in the ways of the farmer. But they managed to get by by helping a farmer manage his farm. While his parents would teach Trakah how to use a blaster and fight, not wanting their child to be unprepared if something bad were to happen.
Still, life was good for Trakah for a time. Then an imperial surveyor discovered a deposit of valuable minerals beneath the community. His family and others were forced out of their homes and land to make way for mines. With little options, Trakah's family moved to the city of Buir and lived in misery. His parents started working as mercs for hire, and they managed to get some semblance of their old lives. But by the time he was sixteen. His parents would die during a job, leaving Trakah alone.
At first, Trakah did not know what to do or how to survive. Then, an idea came to him, he remembered a drunk Dug with a gambling problem that his parents used to talk about, and Trakah, perhaps he could gamble his way to a better life. A plan that while worked initially, but his plan would backfire, and Trakah was left with little credits. But, by chance, a friend of his parents saw Trakah grambling after talking with the kid. Agreed to take him under his wing and teach him how to survive.
Now, years later, being a tech-savory person and living in Tregallon. Trakah has managed to make a life for himself, but now, with the empire tightening its hold over Exaron. He has gotten thinking about doing more than surviving and actually taking the fight to the empire that had cost him his old home and the bad state he and others are forced to live in.
For now, Trakah is planning his next move and whether or not his next move is going to be more than just surviving.
Species: Rattataki
Age: 24
Appearance:
Equipment: Bryar pistol, combat vibroknife, two datapad(one for slicing), commlink, fusion cutter, repair tools,
Abilities(For Force Users): N/A
Skills: Marksmen, CQC, Slicing, Repairing, Understanding Binary, some knowledge of the Exaron Underground and Tech Savvy
Weaknesses: Noticeable - Since there are few Rattataki on Exaron, Trakah stands out like a sore thumb, and it is hard for him to blend in. Despite how hard he tries.
Limited Tech Knowledge - While knowledgeable about technology, he does not know how to fix vehicles or spaceships.
History: Trakah was born on a medical ship to a military family. Trakah's father was a former Separatist spec ops general, and his mother was his second in command. Near the end of the Clone Wars, both of them grew disillusioned with the Separatist cause and fled with Trakah to a world where they could escape and hide from both the Republic and the Separatists. Exaron was that world, and the ruler of that world owed his father a favor and was allowed to live there in secret, and Trakah's family kept a low profile.
In the years growing up on Exaron was peaceful enough, his family settling in a small farming community. Away from the capital and from the fighting in the aftermath of the rise of the empire. Here, things were simple, though he could tell his parents were not skilled in the ways of the farmer. But they managed to get by by helping a farmer manage his farm. While his parents would teach Trakah how to use a blaster and fight, not wanting their child to be unprepared if something bad were to happen.
Still, life was good for Trakah for a time. Then an imperial surveyor discovered a deposit of valuable minerals beneath the community. His family and others were forced out of their homes and land to make way for mines. With little options, Trakah's family moved to the city of Buir and lived in misery. His parents started working as mercs for hire, and they managed to get some semblance of their old lives. But by the time he was sixteen. His parents would die during a job, leaving Trakah alone.
At first, Trakah did not know what to do or how to survive. Then, an idea came to him, he remembered a drunk Dug with a gambling problem that his parents used to talk about, and Trakah, perhaps he could gamble his way to a better life. A plan that while worked initially, but his plan would backfire, and Trakah was left with little credits. But, by chance, a friend of his parents saw Trakah grambling after talking with the kid. Agreed to take him under his wing and teach him how to survive.
Now, years later, being a tech-savory person and living in Tregallon. Trakah has managed to make a life for himself, but now, with the empire tightening its hold over Exaron. He has gotten thinking about doing more than surviving and actually taking the fight to the empire that had cost him his old home and the bad state he and others are forced to live in.
For now, Trakah is planning his next move and whether or not his next move is going to be more than just surviving.
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