[CHAR] Star Wars

[Ruby]

Name: Mara Jade (aka Emperor's Hand)
Age: 24
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Unknown
Major Skills:

Force User - Outside of Skywalker himself, she is likely the strongest young Force user in the galaxy.
Pilot - If it has an engine, she can drive or fly it, and drive or fly it at an elite level.
Repair - Whether weapons or starships Mara has been trained to be a self-sufficient operative in all facets.
Slicer - Not elite level, but capable of slicing most security systems to get in or out of jams.
Infiltration - Trained primarily as an assassin, Mara has a frightening skillset to match.
Weapons - Heavy, light, or melee it just doesn't matter. She's been extensively trained in their usage.

Primary Equipment:

Lightsaber - Self built, magenta colored blade.
Blaster - A variety; BlasTech DL-44 and square nosed holdout blaster being favorites.
Droids - Most notably a protocal droid; K3.
Ships

The Vengeance - Super Star Destroyer. Current mobile base of operations.
The Nebula - Massive, modified, cargo ship. Currently hidden.
Fighter - Her personal, modified, Z-95 Headhunter. Currently docked aboard the Nebula.

Force Sensitive: Yes. Jedi Knight/Darth level Force user.
Biography:

Mara Jade doesn't know where she comes from. She doesn't know who her parents were. Some Imperial records suggest it may have been a Jedi cut down in the Jedi Purge, but the truth will likely never be known--and that doesn't seem to bother Mara all that much. She remembers next to nothing about her early childhood before the Emperor, before her training. Her life has three main phases to it: her training, her days as Emperor's Hand, and her current role as Dark Jedi enforcer for the remains of the Empire.

Her early training can best be called torturous. Physically and mentally pushed to her limit, every single day. Conditioned to use her brain as much as her physical talents. It was a childhood of no joy, but to even call it a childhood would be misleading. The Emperor had no interest in treating children as children. They were tools to shape and forge for future use; and there was no future tool that he held higher hopes for than Mara Jade. She would be his agent, his assassin, his Hand.

Later training went even further, and really Mara considers this period began when she was eight years old, the first time she took another life. The Emperor made certain she understood the gains that the Empire had brought upon the galaxy, that the Empire's imposed order had made the galactic economies boon like never before in the Republic to which he was once Senator, and then Chancellor, for. When possible he let her know the virtues of the Empire, and the sins of the Republic. "Order, versus Chaos."

When she became Hand, somehow her life became even more secretive. She was set loose on the galaxy, with no supervision, and the Emperor's gamble paid off. Every time she was given a task, and was told to get it done. She was never told how, she was never given any help beyond the resources already available to her, but it was always enough. She never failed. Eventually her training grew more adversarial, the Emperor having her train against Vader. It was, Mara thought, a way to both prove to Vader she was no threat to him, yet remind him that he was training another. The Emperor's constant control through manipulation, playing multiple people off each other.

But Mara saw cracks. Something about Vader seemed unsettling for her; a beaten down man from pain that went far beyond the state of his body and torment of his armor. Yet the Emperor didn't appear to question his mastery of his Apprentice. Mara was less certain, and nearly argued that she be sent to assist Tarkin instead of Vader. When the Emperor mentioned Vader and Skywalker's relationship to her after the Battle of Yavin and the destruction of the first Death Star, Mara had visions of the end of the Emperor. She began to prepare.

When the Emperor died at Vader's hands, Mara knew immediately. The Emperor ordered her at his last moments to kill Skywalker, but in the great tradition of Dark Jedi she betrayed her master by ignoring his last command. She flew to the SSD Vengeance aboard her Headhunter and transmitted Imperial docking codes. The Fleet Admiral in command of the vessel summoned her to demand the nature of her Imperial clearance, to demand she explain just who and what she was. She made her statement without a word; ripping blasters from his guards, and cutting them down even as she Force choked the life out of him. The Fleet Admiral's second-in-command was a former contact she had worked with before; he knew who she was. He knew if the stories of the Emperor and Vader's death were true, the Empire would need Mara Jade. He pledged his loyalty to her, and give her full command of the Vengeance.

The Emperor's Hand public, with a small fleet at her command, was enough to send shockwaves through the Imperial elite that provided "push back" from the shockwaves from the Emperor and Vader's deaths. Immediately every governor and Moff in the Empire began to communicate with her. In short time, she was appointed to the newly created Ruling Council, as various Imperial leaders began to court her favor, or plot against her. Her attention was spent on those plotting against her; plotters that began mysteriously dying in any number of ways, like the galaxy's foremost assassin had begun going back to work.

The Empire was order, the Republic was chaos; well meaning but ultimately bad for the general good. She was a force for that order, for that ultimate good. And she would commit herself to ensuring the Galactic Empire survived. Yet a chance encounter with Luke Skywalker has sowed seeds of doubt in Mara's mind; what if the Empire wasn't the force for ultimate order that she believed? What if there was a better way? What if instead of an instrument used for the greater good, she had been used as a tool for the Emperor's personal evil?

For now, her concern remains the survival of the Empire.

[Sini]

Name: High Admiral Caul Bylvers

Race:Human (Corulag)
Age: 31

Major Skills:
Talented tactician & battle-commander (innovative)
(Close-)combat training
Logistics & central planning
Oratory
Non-speciesist

Primary Equipment:
The ISS Vestige, a Praetor Mark II-battlecruiser
Sector Group Starfleet composed of Zero Command, Black Sword and Defense Fleet elements (24 I-SDs deployed in the Deep Core).

Personality:

Pragmatic and ruthless, Caul enjoys taking calculated risks, which has earned him a reputation of tactical brilliance. He is aware, however, that he lacks the certain military genius some believe him to have and tries to compensate this by extensive study of both history, strategic codices, and works of military theory. The new tactics he and others of his generation employ, have led to the older rank and file to consider him unorthodox and dangerous. Not seeing the calculation behind his decisions, Caul has more than once been condemned for a dangerous brute. This stumping of his ambitions fuelled his rancour towards the old guard.

Though indeed no stranger to brutality, Caul has come to consider it –and his notoriously savage rages- as a tool, one of the personal weapons in his arsenal. Alternatively imposing or charming, his quick mind always usually resorts to violence of a psychological sort, whereas previously his abuse was considerably more traditional. His intelligence and impressive rhetorical skills allowed him to ascend the Imperial hierarchy in spite of opposition of more conservative superiors. Indeed, Caul’s true talents lie within the fields of organisation and oratory, both of which spill over into tactics and inspiring the troops. While not an impressive pilot, Caul Bylvers is apt at handling his men.

Admiral Bylvers is loyal to the Army and the Fleet as prestigious institutions, seeing them as the best bet to ensure the Empire’s survival. Additionally, he is grateful for the lessons his military career has taught him. Most importantly for tempering his ferocity and enabling his guile, recognising self-restraint was the truest mark of a man. This insight has, nonetheless, led to a lot of pent up frustration and aggression.

Palpatine and Vader might be gone, but the order and honour of the imperium will live on. As a military man he has a duty to uphold, though he is recently in dubio as to what this duty exactly is and to whom his allegiance belongs. In this time of chaos, Caul adheres to the values of discipline, efficiency and respect and trusts these will maintain stability.

History & Background:

Born just before the start of the Clone Wars (23BBY), Caul grew up as a child of Emperor Palpatine’s New Order. For Caul Bylvers, violence was an exquisitely effective, practical means toward attaining a desired end. His introduction to its virtues came during his childhood, when he was forced to burn down alien farmlands with his intolerant father on Corulag. Bylvers Senior was a man whose drive and ambition exceeded his qualities, which turned him into a pathetic figure in Caul’s later years.

Initially, being younger than ten years of age, Caul had trouble with placing the wanton viciousness towards non-humans his family exposed him to. Despite his clearly racist upbringing, he took a more pragmatic approach towards employing violence. Especially after his own record started to outshine his unapologetic ‘speciesist’ father. Nevertheless, Caul was foisted with his sire’s aspirations for political and military prestige.

Then, in his Imperial Academy days attending the Corulag Imperial Military Academy, competing in the close-combat arena, his brutality earned him accolades as the intramural champion. His military education provided him with much needed refinement, the discipline giving him the means to shackle his early-taught ruthlessness, encouraging the increasingly pragmatic view of life he was adopting. The young Corulag native later transferred to nearby Anaxes, as to receive further formation at the War College there.

Shortly after his graduation, Caul broke entirely with the idea of ‘high-human culture’, deciding being a proper and loyal Imperial had little to do with one’s racial background. In such a colourful universe, that was a reality one could not aspire to. Uniformity would not be lost. Instead, he measured others by their devotion to the New Order, as well as their skill and efforts in pursuit of their goals.

His initial deployment saw him hunting seditionist cells throughout the Mid and Outer Rim. He was dismayed by the outcome of the Battle of Yavin 4, and had the greatest trouble giving credence to the efficiency of the Rebel Offensive ensuing it. Large chunks of Mid Rim territory were lost to the Rebel Alliance, and pirate raids were able to pierce through the Imperial defence lines. Given insufficient means to repel either Rebels or pirates, Caul Bylvers nevertheless managed to pull several victories out of the fires engulfing the Mid Rim.

In 3ABY, Caul participated in the Battle of Hoth, serving under Admiral Piett who had orders to sequester the system. Captaining his Victory II-class, Caul was commended for his service. Supposedly the apex of his career on the front lines, he was shortly after recalled to the Galactic Core on baseless charges. By now it was becoming increasingly clear to the young officer, that Palpatine was taking leave of reality, letting sycophants and libellers call the shots. Caul Bylvers felt cheated from his deserved glory, being redeployed in safe sectors for patrol duty; something he saw as little more than forced retirement.

However much he hated policing docile systems, he remained diligent in his tasks, and even put down an uprising and thwarted a Rebel deep strike directed at the energy-supply world of Sarapin. This new mandate, though, would not last very long.

For Caul Bylvers, following the Emperor’s fatality at Endor, he was shocked at the almost total collapse of the Imperial chain of command. In the ensuing chaos, many Imperials turned on one another, resulting in a disastrous loss of apparel, personnel, ships and cohesion. Nevertheless, the debacle at Endor increased the need of competent officers, and so the fracturing of the Galactic Empire also opened higher tier ranks for those capable. His redeployment after Hoth had in fact safeguarded him from perishing at either Yavin or Endor, and in the chaos that ensued Caul started to look around to make his own way. The Imperial Civil War broke out soon after central command fractured, and Caul tied himself to Sector Zero’s authority. After all, he brought with him a veteran cruiser squadron which Imperial Center (and Ysanne Isard) was only too happy to enlist.

After a profound purge of Sector Zero’s officer’s cadre, Caul found himself promoted from Senior Captain to Fleet Admiral. A failed stunt by his predecessor saw him elevated again by Blitzer Harrsk, to High Admiral. This supposed recognition of his talents illustrated the need for competent officers in the higher echelons of a post-Endor command. These promotions brought with them a ship transfer, leaving Caul in command of his own Praetor Mark II-battlecruiser.

Harrsk had suffered a cranial injury at Endor, though, which caused a personality split. Harrsk, Cruel and megalomaniacal, carved out a territory for himself in the Deep Core and Core Worlds. The warlord broke from many of his contemporaries in keeping watch on events outside his fiefdom, forging relations with Sate Pestage, Ysanne Isard, and many disaffected Imperials seeking new allegiance. Bylvers had seen what madman the Lord High Admiral had become and staged a coup of Zero Command. Having taken control of Harrsk’s former dominion, he allied himself with the Imperial Ruling Council, merging Sector Zero into the struggling Imperial Center of those who still proclaimed loyalty to the Empire. The government on Coruscant still best represented the continuation of the Empire.

Bylvers’ primary loyalty being to the fleet, he had little difficulty in making the switch to serving the martial Imperial faction sprouting up in the Core. Caul believed strongly in the ability of the Empire, and especially its military, to bring order and stability where the Rebel Alliance and New Republic could not. The only viable future for him and his faction, was one where the Imperial State imposes order. Nevertheless, he opposes the growing influence of the Intelligence Bureau as well as the ineffective Imperial Ruling Council. The Empire did not fall with Palpatine and Vader. However, with it so fragmented it was paramount to regain control as well as possession over lost sectors lest the New Republic be victorious. Imperial Reunification, to Caul, was the only way forward and it had to happen sooner rather than later. The ever growing number of warlords constituted a bigger threat than anything the Rebel Alliance and New Republic could throw at them.

Currently High Admiral Caul Bylvers is juggling mobilisation in the Imperial Ruling Council and military action in the Core and Deep Core against the warlords there. Though he has to contend with several others, Bylvers is one of the strongmen of the Council and a proponent of a universal, Galactic Empire under its auspices.

[Lauder]

TB-239

Name:

TB-239

Age:

Manufactured 20 BBY

Species:

T-series tactical droid

Gender:

Masculine programming

Homeworld:

Manufactured on Geonosian droid factory

Appearance:

Standing at the exact height of 1.93 meters in height with a boxy appearance, TB follows the standard make and model for the late T-series strategy droids. He bears a painting pattern of blue, which covers his lower torso and legs, and white which covers the top of his head, upper torso, and upper arms. His eyes glow a bright white, and so does his mouth when he speaks. While he follows the make and model of the standard T-series droid, he is riddled with dents and blaster marks as a sign of previous battles.

Major Skills:

• Strategizing/Analysis
• Repairing
• Diplomacy

Primary Equipment:

• E-5 Blaster Rifle
• Repair Kit

Force Sensitive:

No

Biography:

Like many of his kind, TB-239 was produced to administer command to droids where an organic could not be at the time. That was his life for the the majority of the Clone Wars, leading droids against the Republic but never encountering these fabled ‘Jedi’ that his programming had told him to be cautious of. That was until TB was warned that a fleet led by a jedi master was on the way to his position, his fleet of three ships were ordered to retreat and rally with the rest of the Confederacy’s fleet. He disobeyed, arrogantly at that. He ordered for the fleet to power down all systems. They laid adrift for an hour, waiting for the forced of the Republic to show itself and so it did. Everything about the trap went according to plan at the exact calculations done by TB-239, the republic boarded the dead ships and patrolled it, expecting to find some form of resistance, no resistance was given. The Jedi strode all the way to the command center to find nothing. That was before blaster fire came from behind them all, the scene looping in his mind to this day.

The clones, fleshy and weak died under the hail of fire provided by the destroy droids, not a single round missing its mark. The jedi, as calculated, drew his sword and began to deflect shots to the best of his ability: attempting to grab his communicator to relay the trap had been sprung. Predictable. Soon his saber fails him, blasters hitting their marks and bringing him to his knees, too weak to fight on any longer. I saunter up to him, I would smiled if I could. He looks up at me, anger and hate any his eyes, I fail to understand how I recognize those emotions. “I'll turn you to scrap,” the human states and I would reply “Thank you.” I ordered him captured, bound behind me as the ship powers on and I begin to hail the Republic fleet. “I have captured your Jedi, shut down your weapons and we shall release him to you.” They agreed, predictable. I have him escorted to the hanger. I order our weapons to be powered up. The dropship was halfway to their carrier when our turbolasers tore through their shields and hull, an underhanded strategy, effective at bringing panic. Our second ship follows suit, tearing into their destroyer, flawless execution.

Clones within the ship proved problematic, blocked B1’s from getting to their ships. I saw to it personally, brandishing an E-5. I gunned them down, my destroyer droids acting as my guards while the Republic ships attempted to flee. It seemed that they did not expect this outcome, need more droids, more me.

TB felt proud as the Republic fleet attempted to retreat, a dead jedi and severely damaged ships were never a good thing. However, as he reported into his organic superiors, he overheard them speaking of decommissioning him, turning him to scrap despite his victory. However, he did not want that, he could do the Confederacy so much more if he was not scrap, so what if he disobeyed one lousy order? So he ran. TB took a fighter and flew into space, disabled any way of the Confederacy from tracking him, then proceeded to get lost in space. A rather lackluster way for a Jedi killer to get lost and now he just floats through space, in a fighter that only has enough power to send a weak distress signal. He does not know of the Empire, the Rebellion, or anything like that, obsolete in design and programming.

[Amaranth]

Srin Odessa

Name: Srin Odessa (aka Imperial Pilot, designation number ES-32-0)

Age: 22

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Homeworld: Metellos

Appearance: Srin is a slim and relatively short girl with pale, almost porcelain-looking skin as a result of her upbringing on the planet-wide cityscape of Metellos and long hours spent in the lightless void. Her hair is short, messy, black, and shorn into a rough pixie cut, just barely within Imperial regulations. Her facial features have often been described as predatory, giving her an air of constant focus. Her thin black eyebrows point towards the bridge of her nose, and her light blue eyes are constantly looking around. Srin's nose is fairly plain, rather small and pointing neither up or down. Her cheekbones are set fairly high and her chin tapers to a fine point. The right side of her face is marked with a diagonal scar that runs from her cheekbone to about mid-cheek.

The most recognisable feature of Srin is her left arm which, from the shoulder down is a skeletal robotic prosthesis. The arm itself is rather reminiscent of a droid arm due to Srin's lack of interest in disguising it. As an idle habit she tinkers with the arm, much like one would play with a strand of hair or tap a foot. Typically she wears her modified TIE fighter pilot flight suit, which is missing the left arm sleeve and all of the life support gear that usually accompanies it. The flight helmet is also missing.

Major Skills: Skilled pilot, inspired mechanic and competent slicer. Naturally curious, but hotheaded and too confident for her own good. A passable shot with a blaster and decent in a fight thanks to her cybernetic arm.

Primary Equipment: Srin carries with her a KYD-21 blaster pistol for defence that was a gift to herself upon graduation from the Academy (because most TIE pilots aren't issued sidearms.) The initials SKO are engraved in the hadrium casing on the top of the barrel. She also carries an Imperial survival knife that she has modified to function as a computer spike.

Force Sensitive: No

Biography: A former hotshot swoop racer from her homeworld of Metellos, Srin was a locally-renowned pilot, famous for her highly-aggressive-yet-technically-skillful style of racing; one that landed her in the winner's circle many times but also serious accidents nearly as many times, the worst of which left her lacking an arm. However it only fueled her drive to become the best swoop-jockey on the city-planet. Unfortunately her family was killed in an attack the Empire deemed "an act of terrorism committed by the largest threat to galactic peace since the Jedi Order." They were of course referring to the so-called Rebel Alliance. So at the age of 19 Srin signed up for the Imperial Naval Academy. She qualified quickly for Sector Naval Academy, which she entered at the age of 20.

SNA was where the former swoop racer found that TIE fighters are remarkably similar to swoop bikes, only in space and with stuffy instructors blaring in your ear the whole time. Nonetheless she scored top marks on most technical and tactical exams, although her people skills were found to be somewhat lacking at times. At 21 she graduated in the top 5% of her class with a Lieutenant's commission (although she wasn't found to possess the necessary skillset or mental fortitude to be a squadron leader.) She was stationed in the Core Worlds in what was to be her first tour of duty.

Unfortunately for Srin, the Empire had already begun to splinter by the time she was a fully fledged TIE fighter pilot. Her squadron was placed under the command of some ambitious Admiral, no doubt seeing the cracks in the Empire as the perfect time to carve out a dominion for themselves. Lt. Odessa found herself fighting other Imperials and Mercenaries more often than the Rebels she had hoped for. Though she had gained some limited renown as an ace, personal glory did little to quell the growing discontent she had in the quickly putrefying corpse of the once prosperous Galactic Empire. Some weeks after her 22nd birthday, the Star Destroyer she was stationed on was called on to intercept a rogue Star Destroyer over Corellia. In a pitched battle that lasted over several hours, Lt. Odessa's TIE fighter was hit and presumed destroyed along with the young pilot. In reality she managed to guide her wounded craft into the atmosphere of Corellia, where she made a safe (if a bit rough) landing in a dense forest. Despite most TIE pilots not being issued with survival gear, Srin is anything but by-the-book. Her KYD-21 blaster in hand and knife not far from reach she set out for the nearest settlement. Not wanting to pass up an opportunity to make a perhaps long overdue egress from the Imperial Navy, she also removed the icons from her flight suit, although she couldn't quite bring herself to get rid of them permanently.

Srin eventually made it to a spaceport where she snuck aboard a transport bound for Coruscant. It seemed like a safe choice, familiar yet new. Once on Coruscant, the former pilot began putting her skills to use as a slicer, dealing in corporate espionage and at the same time as a mechanic, a less fruitful job but a far less illegal one. Still, at times she misses the excitement of space combat and the thrill of being against all odds.

[Bishop]

DI

Name: DI

Age: 43

Race/species: Human

Gender: Male

Force Sensitive: No

Homeworld: -

Appearance

Armor appearance and Equipment:
Heavy Troopers wear more durable armor than regular stormtroopers, which provides them a limited level of protection against lightsabers. The armor is completely self-contained and comes with its own air supply, allowing them to operate in most hostile environments. The joints of the armor have integrated servos which give Heavy Troopers artificially increased strength and speed. Since that mission, all the coloration in his was black. You can tell he is battle-forged just by looking at his armor suit, all the years of fighting engraved on it. It was slightly modified visually to be all black, as well as getting a new helmet to differentiate it from the common trooper uniform.

Appearance:
2 stripes of dark grey hair cut very short, line his head in the middle, distanced symmetrically, starting from the back of his head forward. His eyes are sharp, emotionless and have a dark grey color. He has a craggy face with strong jaws and a short trimmed circle beard. A light-saber scar is visible ranging from his left eye to beyond his left ear, a little into the back of his head.

Major Skills:
Hand to hand combat
Torture
Piloting small vessels

Primary Equipment:
Crushgaunts
Tenloss DXR-6 disruptor rifle for assassinations
E-19 blaster rifle for combat
Cortosis-Weave Vibroblade at all times
Different Grenades for specific missions

History

He was brought in to serve the Empire when he was 9 years old. His training was hard and rigorous, testing his mental and physical capabilities to the limit. With hard training and good genetics his body muscle grew exponentially, also achieving a height of 178 cm at age 15. Besides him being in peak physical condition, he was also noted for quick thinking, exemplary show of loyalty towards higher ups and putting his mission above all. Even in team trials or versus matches in the academy, he never even took a second glance at his fallen comrades, he was always in the vanguard, being the first to charge and bait the enemies to focus him giving his comrades a chance to kill. In other times he charged forward, getting in close while his teammates covered him, giving him a chance to take things to close quarters where he had the advantage. Noting all these traits they decided to list him as a potential candidate on being an Imperial Heavy Trooper in the Stormtrooper Corps. So he was taken aside from the other cadets and trained separately with a selected other group of individuals. This training was harsher and unforgiving. By the end of all that, only he and a few others were given the honor of serving the Empire as a full fledged Imperial Heavy Trooper.

After leaving the academy he was sent on different missions throughout different contested worlds. He was charged with dealing against large and/or difficult to kill enemies. In many of those worlds he encountered "Jedi" in battle. While most if not every single Jedi was eradicated, their students still roamed about, practicing in hiding. He mostly used cheap tactics to get the upper hand, using surprise as a battle winning factors. That and the fact that he had the help of multiple squadrons under his command, backing him up while he fought in the front lines. In one particular mission he was sent to eradicate a group of Jedis hiding in an uninhabited densely forested planet. It was briefed that they were training young future force users and Di's mission along with 9 other Imperial Heavy Troopers was to engage them, distracting them while another group acquired the younglings. If this mission failed then they had orders to kill the younglings, "better than being in the enemies hands" as they put it. As he was fighting, the Jedi knocked his helmet off and nearly missed killing him, instead only injuring his left eye and ear, both organs lost, scarred to this day. Luckily the Jedi was forced to retreat as more back up arrived and the fire power became too much for the force user to deflect or dodge. Di was taken back by a medic and patched up, made aware that his left eye and hearing were lost. After taking just a few moments to regain his balance, he got his electrostaff and went to check on the younglings while the Jedis were distracted, deciding that it was the best course of action taking into consideration his wounds. When he approached the residence where the younglings were supposed to be, he saw multiple dead bodies, dozens of the Empire's forces laying motionless on the ground and a clocked figure limping in the distance, heading towards a hole in the ground, surely towards where the younglings were hidden.

Di activated a timed grenade, throwing it to explode a few feet before hitting the target. As the grenade flew towards the target, just as he expected, the Jedi used the force to stop it mid air. No sooner than it stopped, the grenade exploded knocking the clocked figure back, slamming it through a tree. It turned out to be a young girl as Di approached her unconscious body and took a closer look at her features. He then turned his head towards the hole, whimpers could be heard coming from inside it and just as he was about to approach it he was suddenly lifted up then abruptly slammed down, creaks on the ground formed around his body at the place of impact. If it wasn't for his extra hardened armor and physical enhancements, he would have certainly blacked out if not worst, but none the less Di pretended to be unconscious. As the Jedi shifted his attention from him to the other unconscious force user, Di quietly retrieved a grenade and threw it in the underground hideout. The children quickly reacted to it and the Jedi, sensing the danger, used his force powers to quickly lift it up and away from the younglings. Di used his opportunity and got up in a flash, his electrostaff in his hand, hitting the Jedi in the sheen, making him lose focus, the grenade falling again into the hideout. With barely enough time to react, Di raised his electrostaff to defend against the lightsaber attack, as soon as they made contact the lightsaber short-circuited. Without the saber even shutting off completely, the Jedi kicked the trooper hard in the stomach, sending him flying off the ground tens of meters away until it reduced to a slide then a stop, the trooper laying there, unable to move. When the Jedi's attention finally returned to the hideout and the grenade danger, it was already too late.

The last things he heard were screams then an explosion, the hideout shortly collapsing afterward, burying the horrific tragedy that just occurred. Di could hear the explosion, the anger fueled scream then silence... He tried to call for back up but the comm device wasn't functioning. Suddenly all the trees around him were blown aside, leveling the area where he was standing, also knocking him further back, slamming him towards a cut trunk in a seating position, his head and back leaning on the trunk. He could barely keep track of what was happening at this point, too exhausted and wounded. The pain was hard to NOT keep track off as he could feel every inch of his body aching and throbbing as blood trickled out from his armor suit. A force lifted his body, a force choke focused on his throat, blocking his respiratory system and gradually causing the trooper's vision to fade. Well, he fulfilled the mission.. He couldn't help but meekly smile at the fact that his last thoughts were about the mission, the greatness of the Empire. NO, why couldn't he have something for himself? Something personal to remember on his dying moment..ANYTHING. Anger sparked inside him at the realization of the empty life that he had. If only he had made different choices.. Too late now, this was where the journey ended for ID-2076..or so he thought. As his body was levitating towards the angry Jedi with the lightsaber in hand, Troopers approached from the woods, their white silhouettes could be seen running towards the open area they were in. As it completely faded to black, Di saw shots fired towards the Jedi's back, coming from all side.

He woke up in the medical chambers aboard the star ship from which he embarked from at the start of the mission. He saw the medical droid looking through his health data, finally determining that he was fit enough to presume daily life without medical assistance it approached the drawer, picked up and presented his off-duty cloths to him. It also added :"How is your left eye and ear functioning?". Surprised by this at first, Di quickly remembered what had happened and of the Medic Trooper informing him of how the left eye and ear were beyond repair. The droid briefly explained that they were replaced by enhanced cybernetic replicas of the original also adding that the higher ups had requested him to present himself before them with a detailed verbal report of the mission as soon as he was to wake up. After dressing the trooper went on to present his report. First he was congratulated on the successful mission. Every force user on that planet was eradicated. As Di explained the details he was cut off mid sentence saying that there was no female Jedi on that planet. When the trooper was about to insist otherwise, his superior added that multiple scouting groups were dispatched to search the area for any survivors and no one had left the planet either. This was passed as mild confusion after being slammed into the ground.. although that happened after* he saw her... Di finished explaining the mission details then left with a salute. A few days later he got a promotion to Company Leader in light of the brilliant decision making and overall micro-management of his squads.

A few years later the news arrived. Like a hammer which missed the center point of the nail causing it to twist and break, came the news of the Emperor's demise. Lord Vader seemingly perished alongside him. This meant a lot of things. For one, there was a power gap which everyone would be clawing through each-other to fill. He had to make his move. But before that could happen, a few weeks later a self proclaimed warlord asked for Di to join his ranks. This "Warlord" had already amassed a large number of military forces, meaning that once joining him, Di and his company would melt right into it. No, he needed to find a less powerful one, someone he could use and eventually take over. With this in mind he refused, something which marked his fall. Not even a few days later, Di found himself on a remote planet lying on a swamp half dead, surely presumed fully dead by his Company. The capsule on which he used to reach the planet lay broken and heavily damaged a few feet away. He was out of the game without even starting it. Heavy and aching all over as he was he made his way through the flora. It must've been poison, he thought to himself and as to confirm it, after removing one glove he noticed black veins pulsing on his hands. If it wasn't for the wide variety of drugs that he usually took on a regular basis he could have as well been dead, his body dumped in the swamp of some faraway planet. This planet however, seemed to belong to the Hutt, the fact being made apparent by the guards standing outside a fortification, asking on Di's business with the Hutts. Long story short he was taken in by them, fixed and placed under their debt. He worked the good time of a year as a bounty hunter to pay it back. Even after the debt was payed he still continued to work for them. The pay was good, his slug bosses were feared throughout the galaxy, and being part of that wasn't half bad. His main job applications were for hunting remnant force users. At this time though, common high reward missions will suffice.

[Canoli]

Carth Gemini

Name: Carth Gemini
Age: 45
Species: Pantoran
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Coruscant

Appearance: Sports traits not uncommon of his race, such as his white hair and blue skin, as well as his less common, although occurring, black eyes. Carth is lean and tall for his race at 6'2", or 188 cm. His face is of a similar nature, symmetrical with defined features, straight nose and high cheek bones. He's aged rather well and doesn't quite look his age. Generally considered handsome by members of similar looking races (near-humans). His face is adorned with the yellow facial markings of his family, the Geminis.

Major Skills:
- Highly intelligent.
- Well versed in various business strategies.
- Plenty of experience in organizing espionage, surveillance and similar covert practices related to communications.
- A charismatic, unrelenting and callous personality.

Primary Equipment: A heavily modified Courier-class yacht, featuring better armaments and protection, as well as Carth's own company's high end communications equipment. Moreover, Carth makes frequent use of a modified version of the CR90 corvette as a mobile corporate HQ, though this ship is owned by the corporation rather than Carth himself.

Force Sensitive: No

Biography: Some seventy years ago Karra Gemini, Carth's grandmother, made her presence on Pantora unwelcome after having been caught engaging in the slave trade. As Karra was the matriarch, her entire family was sentenced along with her. Their assets were seized and the family was sent into exile. Their family name was rescinded, and they were forced to remove the facial markings signifying their family. Years later, Karra - now known as Karra Anaro - had used off-world resources the Pantorans could not reach to rebuild and expand her business elsewhere, across several systems. As her influence grew, she inevitably caught the eye of the Empire. Soon enough, the corporation was being used as a puppet by the Empire. Meanwhile Karra tasked her son and sole heir, Doran, with doing what he could to preserve the family name and not see everything she built be handed over to the Sith.

Doran funneled his mothers resources into a new company called Gemini Communications, in honor of their heritage (and to spite the Pantorans). Using their wealth as well as his exceptional aptitute for technology, Doran expanded Gemini Communications thanks to cutting-edge technology developed by himself and his team of scientists and engineers. In order to retain control of the company, Doran made a deal with the Empire ensuring his ownership of the company, but allowing the Empire to dictate which entities Doran could deal with.

As the decades went by, Gemini Communications continued to grow. Due to the Empires militaristic outlook and unavoidable influence, the company slowly shifted to more security oriented services. Eventually it was rebranded accordingly - Gemini Security Solutions (GSS) - and its headquartes was moved to Coruscant (or the "Imperial Center"). By this time Doran had had three children; two sons and one daughter, Carth being his eldest. Doran had plans of his own based on Karra's old instructions, and only Carth was known as his child - Doran's other children were raised by old friends of the family far from the Empire's reach. Throughout the years Doran had established variout corporate outfits under a complicated umbrella structure with GSS at the top. The complex arrangement was purposeful - a dizzying trail of crumbs intended to strain the Empire's oversight and, by extension, its interest in GSS. It was an effort to make the GSS look less impressive than it was, and it worked. The Empire's control vained.

Enter Carth Anaro, or Carth Gemini as he had now, in his late twenties, started to call himself. Tasked by Doran to handle the intelligence department of the company, Carth spread the family corporation's influence across and beyond Coruscant, landing overt and covert deals in different sectors. Meanwhile, the aging Doran secured a deal with the Empire allowing the GSS as the only entity aside from the Empire itself to police Coruscant. A huge deal, that inadvertedly made sure the Empire's interest in the GSS was renewed.

The daughter companies continued to develop, the two by far largest of which where located outside of the Empire's reach - Gester Engineering & Photonics and GAXIS, operated by Carth's siblings Crale and Aria, both of which offered their services to independents as well as the rebels. Meanwhile back on Coruscant, Carth saw his influence rising even further as his father passed, leaving Carth as acting CEO of the GSS. His contact with associates of the Empire was frequent, and became even more so after the Galactic Civil War broke out.

The GSS was tasked with providing equipment as well as training for soldiers as the Empire's recruiting net was cast wider than ever. Carth himself was a sought after asset as an intelligence asset for the ISB, a role Carth grudgingly accepted - Carth's interest in politics had always been minimal, aside from a business perspective. For the sake of integrity, Carth cut off communications entirely with his seldom-seen siblings. After all, collaborating with the enemy was hardly a good way of going about things in war times. Moreover, the Empire has since the war began sent their own officers to facilitate the GSS forces on Coruscant, meaning that Coruscant security is once again de facto ran by the Empire and the Empire alone.

As the war raged on, Carth used his acquired intelligence assets to help further the ISB's operations. It was, however, very much like walking a tightrope. On one hand, the Empire had always provided very good business for his family, yet on the other hand the Empire had always exerted a lot of control over anything and everything in its reach. Far too much for Carth's taste. The truth was that he wasn't entirely sure which side he wanted to win the war.

Accordingly, Carth has thought long and hard about which side he should truly support - if indeed anyone. So far, he has opted to help the ISB with what is required of him, yet without helping the Empire's cause as much as he could have. With the New Republic's recent proclamation and victories, the Empire is now also facing the possibility of an overall defeat. As things stand, Carth is for the first time seriously considering turning on the Empire. What was best - guaranteed but restricted profits, or unpredictable but potentially unrivaled success?

Either way, Carth is prepared to do whatever it takes to retain his power as well as that of his family. He has recently adorned the old facial markings traditional of his family. Naturally, this is nothing that Pantoran authorities has approves of, but Carth cares very little of what a planet far, far away thinks of his actions. The markings are as much a part of his ancestry as his family name, and he has no intentions of letting go of either. His plans for the future include a return to Pantoran society and restitution for his family.

As for Carth's personal life, he has been married once in order to preserve the family name. His wife, a fellow exile Pantoran named Lazha, passed nearly a decade ago. Their progeny lives on in the form of two sons rumored to be force sensitive whom was sent away to Carth's siblings as toddlers.

[Afro Samurai]

Padawan Arlen Novis

Name
Arlen Novis

Age
18

Species
Human
Gender
Male

Homeworld
Dantooine

Appearance


Major Skills
Force Powers
Core

Force Push/Pull
Speed
Leap
Shield
Barrier

Other

Deflect
Sight
Sense
Bubble
Stun
Stasis
Wave
Innate Force Wall

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Learned Lightsaber Forms
Form VII: Juyo
Form II: Soresu

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Primary Equipment
Blue lightsaber
Pouch of credits
Jedi robes
Set of civilian clothes

Force Sensitive: Yes.

Biography
Six years into First Great Jedi Purge, there were still Force-sensitive children born throughout the Galaxy, and there were still Jedi of old who survived the initial execution of Order 66 who were able to secure them--no matter how dangerous. Novis was one of these lucky few, found by Jedi Master Uvell in 13 BBY not long after his birth on one of the last Jedi havens, Dantooine. Master Uvell took Arlis and trained him in the ways of the Order until the Empire's dark hand stretched into one of the last vestiges of light.

Uvell entrusted Novis' welfare to artificer Antron Bach, a buyer and seller of Jedi lore and records. Bach and Novis set course for an abandoned Geonosian colony with old Jedi artifacts in hand. Stationed on an unnamed moon, Arlen began his training in the old ways of the Order. From basic Jedi codes and ethics to the various lightsaber forms, Arlen quickly learned and applied the teachings from the holograms and manuals instructing him on the various parts of combat weaponry. All was well until the Empire's reach expanded into the far depths of space. Once more, Novis was forced to flee. This time to the Freeworlds territories where he was to be housed and trained by one of Bach's few remaining Jedi contacts. It is here Arlen bloomed, excelling in sheer application of the seven lightsaber forms in particular. He showed a stark aptitude for combat: with lightsabers, blasters, and conventional weapons.

He trained in relative peace, growing exponentially in his connection with the Force and his proficiency with its use alongside his lightsaber. In the waning years of the Empire, their reach continued to expand. And so for a third time he was forced to flee from the Empire's fading but still present shadow. He fled to Hutt space where he worked for some minor Hutt affiliates running numbers. After a year of surreptitious work, he was contacted by his old Master and informed of a small enclave of Jedi training under the tutelage of legendary Jedi Councilman and former Grandmaster of the Order, Mace Windu. He took the first shuttle to the enclave where he remains this present day.

[Drunken Conquistador]

Admiral Hennir Karlomman, Imperial loyalist

Name: Admiral Hennir Karlomman
Age: 41
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Ganthel
Appearance:
Major Skills:

-Imperial Academy training
-Tactical and strategical skills as battle commander
-Excellent shot with a blaster
-Logistics and administration

Primary Equipment:

ISS Hammer of Justice, an Imperial II Star Destroyer.
Punisher Battle Group, an ad-hoc fleet formed out of Karlomman's original command and other battered and depleted loyalist units that managed to make their way to him.


Personality:

Stern and embittered, Admiral Hennir Karlomman is dedicated to the concepts of Order and Justice. The pillars that hold galactic civilization together and are embodied by the Galactic Empire. As far as he is concerned, only a strong, authoritarian and centralized government such as the Empire is able to truly bring safety and peace to the masses of the Galaxy. After all, its the burden of those with power and strength to ensure the well being of those below them.

The Admiral, however, is not blind to the flaws within the system. Though he rationalizes them as the fault of individuals. Ambitious and greedy officers undeserving of their positions who would rather line their pockets and amass personal power rather than do their duty. This has lead to no small amount of tensions and problems for him. As the parasites he so deeply hates more often than not are simply too powerful and well entrenched to be dealt with as the law demands. Forcing Karlomman to swallow his anger and compromise his principles time and again for the greater good of the Empire.

His loyalty to the Empire, however, remains absolute. Having to suffer more than a few rotten apples are an expected, though unfortunate, reality of the universe. And in the end, the benefits that the strong rule of the Empire brings will always far outweigh the weak, corrupt, lawless and indecisive authority of the Republic.

A strict disciplinarian, the Admiral holds his officers to the same high standards he holds himself, trying to instill a harsh but fair atmosphere in his command. A mixed success so far, for though the bulk of his own forces are still lacking in his own eyes, the Admiral has nevertheless managed to turn the ad-hoc mix of battered squadrons and lines into a cohesive and competent fighting force.

Force Sensitive: No
Biography:

Scion of a minor Ganthelian aristocratic family, Hennir's formative years were shaped by his father. A retired officer of Ganthel's local defense fleet, the elder Karlomman, Serej, raised his children and ruled his family with the same mindset of his officer days. Demanding utmost obedience and discipline from all under him.

A fervent critic of the Republic, Serej's impassioned rantings against the weak, corrupt and ineffective Senate molded young Hennir's opinions on democracy as a whole. Cementing in his mind the idea that the Republic was unsuitable and undeserving to rule the Galaxy. As they grew up, Hennir and his siblings excelled in their studies. Driven on to excellence by the demanding taskmaster of a father.

The start of the Clone Wars and the rise of Palpatine brought an almost immediate change to the Karlomman household. For not matter how bad the Republic was, Serej had decided the Separatists (nothing more than a mob of pirates, aliens and droids ruled by corrupt corporations according to him) were worse. Furthermore, the Karlomman patriarch, like many billions across the Republic, were enthralled by the charisma of the new Chancellor.

The war itself did not reach Ganthel, though Serej dedicated all of his resources and influence into helping eradicate the Separatist threat. Two of Hennir's older brothers served in the Republican navy (perishing in the course of the war) while his sisters were married off to seal political alliances and increase the power of the pro-Palpatine faction in the planet. By the time the war ended and the New Order came to power, Hennir was already studying in a local military academy in preparation for future service in the navy, while also having his own political marriage arranged for when he came of age.

The rise of the Empire also saw a upturn in the Karlomman's family luck. Serej's rabid Pro-Palpatine positions and actions during the Clone Wars had earned him enough recognition to make him a powerful political player on the planetary level and giving him enough influence and wealth to secure a slot to the Academy on Prefsbelt IV before continuing his education in Anaxes.

Hennir thrived in this new environment. Easily adapting to the discipline required by the military education and a true believer of the ideals of the First Order, Hennir strove to become a model student. The rare words of praise that sometimes came on the mail driving him to reach his utter limits.

Eventually, he graduated, managing to secure a short leave, travelling home to celebrate with his family and marry his intended. Hennir returned to service quickly and served in a multitude of commands across the Galaxy, mostly hunting pirates.

Actual military service however, wasn't exactly what Hennir expected. The persistent rot that hid beneath the shiny surface of the Empire wasn't something covered in his education. And realizing just how powerless he was to "make things right" only served to increase Hennir's bitterness towards the "parasites destroying the system." By this point he had already made enough noise to mark him as a possible troublemaker, earning him a immediate transfer to more dangerous theaters. In the hopes that the constant combat would be enough to distract or kill him.

For his part, Hennir welcomed the challenge. Striving now to advance enough in the Navy's ranks to amass enough power and influence to actually make a difference and help safeguard the Empire against threats both internal and external. His competence and fanatical loyalty eventually secured him an independent command followed by an Admiral's commission a couple years later.

The promotion further bolstered Hennir's resolve. Surely now, he would be able to act against the rats and parasites leeching of the greatness of the Empire with the same strength and decisiveness as he used against the dissident scum plaguing the Outer Rim. Unfortunately that was not to be. Hennir simply lacked the political acumen and power to achieve any lasting change. After ruffling one too many feathers, the Admiral was demoted to Commodore and reassigned to some forgotten backwater in the Rim.

His career would be dead, if not for sheer coincidence. Unbeknownst to him, the sector Hennir was reassigned to, had just been selected by the Rebel Alliance to house a major base of operations. The increasingly bitter officer just happened to come across the rebel's trail as he pursued pirates. Catching the dissidents by surprise and eliminating their still under construction facility was enough to put Karlomman back into the radar and allow him to recover his lost position.

By then, however, it had become clear that Hennir would have to give up his grandiose dreams of reform. Not the least for the fact that it had become increasingly clear to him that he was treading on very thin ice. Only his family's political influence had saved him so far. But anymore attempts to "rock the boat" would not be dealt with in so merciful manner in the future.

Resigning himself to the fact, Admiral Karlomman instead turned his attentions towards crushing the external enemies of the Empire and hoping that once they were defeated, the Emperor would finally have the freedom to deal with the parasites eating away the New Order's foundations.

The Battle of Yavin IV came as a shock to Karlomman, and the following strain placed upon the Empire pushed the Admiral's forces to their limits. Though he always prided himself in how he managed to rise up to the challenge. Repeatedly requesting deployments in the most active warzones.

The death of the Emperor and following fracture of the Empire, for all the chaos and destruction wrought upon the innocent, did give Karlomman some measure of perverse satisfaction. The parasites, rats and leeches that tried to ruin his career had indeed sought to bring the end of the Empire, just as he had warned so many times.

The near collapse of central authority also gave him the necessary freedom and excuse (both for himself and for his subordinates) to act decisively. Ignoring conflicting orders and offers from the rising Warlords, Karlomman took his ships to the Taldot Sector in the Mid Rim, stamping down the local warlords and absorbing their forces in the name of the Ruling Council back in the Imperial Centre. While extending his reach to neighboring systems and absorbing the loyalist forces there. Establishing himself as an oasis of order and stability in the utter lawlessness and chaos that is the region

The systems under his command now reel under a strict martial law and war mobilization while his subordinates enact extensive purges in the Council's name, seeking to hunt down both rebel sympathizers and the corrupt parasites who are also to blame for the dire situation the Empire finds himself in.

[SoleAccord]

Nareia Norre, Rogue Leader

Name – Nareia Norre
Age - 24
Species - Human
Gender - Female
Homeworld - Fresia
Appearance

Standing at 5’9, Nareia’s athletic lifestyle has given her a body reflecting it. Lean muscle encompasses her from head to toe, yet does nothing to conceal the curves and femininity that bore fruit in her late teens. Despite it, she’s more comfortable in a stained full-body suit than she ever was in a dress.

Her outfit on assignment is a standard Rebel Flight Suit with a helm that is primarily red with twin black vertical lines from front to back. The starbird – emblem of the Rebellion – is colored black as well.

Her casual wear is a sleeveless black shirt beneath a dark brown vest with four pockets, two on each side, as well as a holster on her inner left flap to draw a blaster in a dire situation. Black pants and boots wrap up the attire.

Major Skills

- Exceptional Starfighter pilot
- Natural Leader
- Exceptional Engineer
- Heightened Awareness

Primary Equipment

- DL-44 Blaster Pistol
- R2-series Astromech Unit, R2P3
- Personal T-65 X-Wing Starfighter
- Comlink

Force Sensitive - Yes

Biography

Nareia was born the daughter of an Incom Corporation engineer, Tahje Norre, on the world of Fresia, where she grew up sharing her father’s love and fascination with both developing starships, working on them, and even flying them. Her idea of playing was looking through her father’s manuals and watching him work on ships while incessantly asking questions about his process. She was taught how to handle a fusioncutter by eight, and was already flying beside her father in a Z-95 by the time she turned twelve. Intending to become a part of the Incom Corporation and help shape new ships to fly herself, Nareia’s dreams were shattered by the Empire’s desire to embed themselves with the company.

Her father had decided to abandon the company along with several other colleagues and throw his lot in with the Alliance, bitterly against the Empire’s growing presence in their lives, and Nareia had joined him without question. They had lived a life largely free from their cold grip, but weren’t ignorant of the fact that not all in the galaxy could be so lucky. Silently supporting the Alliance’s efforts from a distance all this time, this would ultimately be the push he needed to finally help free the galaxy beside them. Having assisted in getting them prototype T-65 X-wings in development, and passing on the knowledge of their whereabouts on the planet, her father was one of many scientists and engineers who aided in adding their intellectual power and technological knowledge to the ranks of the Alliance.

For a while she was satisfied with assisting in starship maintenance, but the destruction of Alderaan had ignited a fire inside her that she could not quell by pursuing her passive passion. She stepped away from her engineering lifestyle to become a pilot and fly against the Empire, her father giving her his blessing after a heated, lengthy discussion. Taking courses from veteran pilots and impressing each one of them over time, Nareia had quickly risen from rookie to elite within a year of following her new path. She did not shy away from any mission whether it was simply a patrol, an escort, or striking at Imperial targets. This also applied to starship usage; while fond of her own X-wing, she had volunteered to fly alongside multiple squadrons using a variety of ships necessary to complete assignments, including A-wings, Y-wings, T-47 Speeders, and later B-wings.

Showing rapidly increasing skills in each fighter used by the Alliance, her flexibility allowed Alliance High command to shift her around multiple active squadrons, never remaining in one for too long. Her efficiency and dedication to the cause had eventually gotten the attention of Wedge Antilles, one of the survivors of the Battle of Yavin, who had invited her to joining the ranks of Rogue Squadron originally formed by Luke Skywalker, comprised of some of the best pilots the Alliance had to offer. Flying as Rogue Six, she had assisted in over a dozen strikes on Imperial targets prior to the Battle of Endor, where Rogue Squadron had been named Red Squadron to honor those that destroyed the first Death Star.

As Red Six, she assisted in providing cover for the most vulnerable frigates during the Battle of Endor. When the shield over the incomplete superweapon was brought down thanks to Han Solo and his ground team, she joined Wedge and the other remaining pilots in the assault on the Death Star’s core, eventually assisting in diverting the attention of several TIE pilots from Wedge and Lando Calrissian who ultimately saw to the battle station’s destruction.

After the celebrations and mourning, Wedge had reached out to her about her new role as a potential leader of her own unit. Choosing to keep the title of Red Leader, Wedge had spoken to Alliance High Command about forwarding Nareia as the new leader of Rogue Squadron should she accept it.

Nareia Norre, now known as “Rogue Leader” to fellow pilots and Alliance personnel, led the charge when it came to the Alliance’s air superiority. Her unit was composed of the best pilots she could gather, just as Luke Skywalker and Wedge Antilles had done before her. Their notoriety had grown with each mission given as they worked to maintain the momentum gained after the destruction of the second Death Star. Their appearance not only weakened the morale of Imperials that recognized them by formation and raw ability, but it also strengthened the allies they worked with, bringing confidence and reassurance that helped significantly turn the tide in their favor.

Unfortunately, despite the decisive victories against the Empire’s failing power bases across multiple systems, the facilities they’ve destroyed, the fleets they’ve helped protect and decimate, the power of politics had slowed their operations considerably in the last month, giving Imperial fleets too much time to catch their breath.

Having put her team through rigorous training exercises to keep their skills sharp, they look forward to the day that High Command leaves the politics to the politicians and finally commits to ridding the galaxy of the tyranny of the Galactic Empire for good.

Han Solo has recently been in contact with her, looking for Rogue Squadron’s assistance in freeing the Wookiee homeworld of Kashyyyk.

Rogue Squadron

Since their reformation post-Endor, Nareia has led Rogue Squadron on numerous missions to strengthen their flexibility as well as team unity. The men and women she chose were the subject of concern with High Command; some did not begin with perfect marks in all categories, and some did not even begin as the best of pilots. Regardless of who they were before they joined the Rebellion, Rogue Squadron has taken what other squadron leaders would call ‘liabilities’ and ‘dangers’ to help shape them into the pilots they were meant to be, or could be with the right leader to guide them. Strong as they are, they could always be stronger, and they strive to be.

With High Command moving more towards the political side of war, Rogue Squadron’s momentum has been almost solely supported by Admiral Karsk Ni’kena, a well-aged Bothan fleet commander who led the diversionary attack on Sullust as the Battle of Endor took place. Since Palpatine’s demise, he has begun leading a slow but successful campaign to liberate worlds from Imperial control and acquire resources for the benefit of the fledgling New Republic and the Rebellion that defends it.

His flagship, a heavily-modified MC80 Home One-type Star Cruiser termed ‘Reprisal’, has been their mobile base of operations for the last several months. It is currently orbiting Thyferra joined by a sizable fleet to provide protection for the bolstering of the planet’s defenses, including twin planetary ion cannons, a shield generator, multiple orbital defense platforms, and a large orbital space station titled ‘Farfalla’.

Rogue One/Rogue Leader – Nareia Norre; see above.

Rogue Two – Suri (Soo-Ree) Han, 22; A blue-skinned Twi’lek with a background in piracy, as well as a loose connection to the Black Sun, she is without any doubt the most daring and skilled dogfighter that Rogue Squadron has ever held in the roster, and that’s saying something. She was the first friend Nareia made in the Rebellion. Her optimism against staggering odds has made squadron leaders nervous in the past, fearing that she might break away from a plan to do something bold and reckless. Often, she’s done just that, and with positive results.

Prefers the balance of the X-wing above all else, allowing her to hit as hard as possible without sacrificing adequate shielding and speed. Dogfighting and taking the enemy head on are the things she lives for.

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Rogue Three – Rayce Dallows, 28; Born in Naboo, Rayce is the youngest son of Rhys Dallows, a skilled pilot who fought and helped destroy the Droid Control Ship that blockaded Naboo several years prior to the outbreak of the Clone Wars. A very by-the-books pilot, Rayce takes minimal risks in combat operations and is one of the more cautious pilots in Rogue Squadron. His experience working in the Royal Naboo Security Force prior to joining the Rebellion had given him the skills necessary to fit anywhere. But, much like his father before him, Rayce preferred being within a cockpit and coming to the defense of others from above.

Prefers X-wings, as they remind him of the NSF’s back home. Unfortunately, he couldn’t take one with him. Like X-wings, his skillset is balanced; he can fit any role necessary to complete the mission with unshakable concentration. Heavily prefers protection and escort duty, and is the first to show up for any military briefing beside Nareia.

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Rogue Four – Kyrin Onasi, 24; A wisecracking ace with striking eyes, Kyrin comes from Nar Shaddaa. A failed smuggler, the decision to join the Rebel Alliance came from a need to survive, but his background brought understandable hesitance from those that recruited him. Taking to the skies on trial runs, the invitation into the Rebellion was due to a dire need of experienced volunteers rather than complete trust. He showed exemplary handling in the cockpit of borrowed Z-95’s and, once cleared for A-wing fighters, Kyrin had found a new hobby: blasting Imperials out of the skies. As a pilot, he has only a handful of rivals within the Alliance, most of which are within Rogue Squadron. He is a capable combatant in ground operations as well, and can hold his own with some of the Empire’s best sharpshooters and brawlers.

Often competes with Rogue Two, Suri Han, for kills during combat operations, and is a heavy flirt who knows how to talk his way out of nearly any situation. Great instinct for a ‘failed’ smuggler, though not as focused as Nareia. Prefers RZ-1 A-wing interceptors and baiting his foes.

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Rogue Five – Alara Shan’doreen “Dory” Teru, 19; A short, chatty girl around 5’2, Doreen is known as one of the most talkative pilots around, a mechanism to help fight the anxiety of an assignment. Born in wealth on Corulag, she grew up with a fascination for all things alien and abnormal compared to her. She took education seriously and studied hard, even for fun, foregoing much playing outside to understand the other species that inhabited the galaxy, and only left it to get into droid work. Out of numerous expensive items, the best gift she ever asked for was an R6 unit, R6Z6 or “ZeeZee” for short, which she has kept with her to this day.

As a massive fan of other cultures, Alara knowns countless languages and the planets and people they come from – yes, even Shyriiwook. Her work with droids and computer interfaces growing up has made her skilled in repairing them as well as expanding their skillsets with various modifications, willingly of course, and gaining access to consoles with computer spikes and mischievous tampering.

Prefers the RZ-1 A-wing interceptor, as she loves maneuverability. The habit of spinning and swerving has made her one of the most evasive pilots in the Rebellion, as well as the most frustrating to lock on, posing a challenge for even the most skilled of pilots to target. Excels as a scout.

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Rogue Six – Marvo Rikks, 52, Male; A veteran of the Clone Wars, Marvo’s decision to join the Rebellion early in its inception had come easy. He was one of the few that saw Chancellor Palpatine for what he was and, much like Senator Bail Organa, decided to sever ties with what the Republic was becoming and join Organa in helping form the Rebellion. He speaks little of his early life and serves as an open ear and a shoulder to lean on during the most trying times that young pilots face, as well as an experienced tactician in both air and ground operations. Though he has considerable skill as a pilot, he began his military career as a soldier, and is no slouch behind a rifle.

Serving under Jedi General Rahm Kota during the Clone Wars, Marvo founded a deep respect for the Jedi nursed both by battle and by exemplary leadership. When not assisting Rogue Squadron in operations or other affairs for the Rebellion, he is monitoring any news regarding survivors of the Purge with hopes to one day see them fully return from near extinction.

His age has not reduced his ability in a cockpit nor looking through a scope, but for obvious reasons he would prefer flight over ground operations unless there is no better option available for him. A surprisingly lethal pilot, even in a bomber – whether Y-wing or B-wing – and looks to train other pilots when available in their usage.

Possesses a lightsaber, a relic from the Clone Wars that has survived with him all this time.

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Rogue Seven – Noob Ninb, 25; A Sullustan with a similar history to Nareia, Noob was an engineering prodigy who intended to work for the SoroSuub Corporation, but the Empire’s occupation and oppression of the Sullustan people had shifted his destiny elsewhere. Through close friends he had managed to meet a rebel cell building on Sullust, and he had joined the Rebel Alliance a few months prior to the Battle of Endor.

Unlike most members, Noob did not possess natural talent in the cockpit of any such ship in the Rebel fleet. But what he lacked in natural talent, he made up for in hard work and dedication to their cause, and seeks to prove he belongs with Rogue Squadron.

Noob has a strong memory for ship layouts and subsystems whether they be friend or foe, making him a lethal bomber and a capable dogfighter if he is ever caught in a bind. By his own admission, he needs much more work if he is to reach the skill of those before him.