Kutar Zema
An all imposing giant Kutar Zema towers over most anyone and everyone. He stands a little over seven feet tall, with the mass of an adult wookie, paired with a set of broad shoulders and a thick jaw that is almost always turned up in an unimpressed smirk. He has small, suspicious amber eyes that dart here and there, and a rolling rumble of a voice whose roar can instill fear into the hearts of even the most brave of men. He dresses in heavy garments of navy blue for casual wear, and only dons his black war armor for large scale battles and conflicts. He is bald, except for a small soul patch of blonde hair on his chin which leaves his many scars for all to see. His cybernetic right arm is most striking. Made of burnished grey steel it is heavy and low tech, suffering from mechanical twitching errors and power shortages on the regular. Nevertheless it also proves a powerful and unique bludgeoning weapon, with a near unbreakable grip. Overall Kutar is the epitome of physical prowess, both shockingly quick and predictably powerful.
For many Sith the rawest forms of true passion lie at the source of their mystical power in the force. For Kutar there is no exception, rage is the lifeblood of his strength, but not in the way one might expect. Kutar's anger manifests itself in a rather unique form, and for him there is very little outward aggression except in times of extreme duress. The rage lies beneath, hidden from the senses and smoldering away like the embers of a forge. Where a bonfire flares bright and burns itself out, Kutar has mastered a steady unyielding force, only unleashed at full near the battle's conclusion. This control over his anger presents itself foremost in his ability to manipulate his own body. Giving him speed, stamina and a strength that far outlasts most others. In sustained usage Kutar is strong, it is only against the most passionate and wroth foes that he meets his match. In most basic and intermediate force abilities he has advanced knowledge with intermediate application, but in particular he wields significant understanding and the capacity to preform self enhancements even mid battle. By his own nature he is not a talented force practitioner, and has reached this level of power through rigorous training and study. Unlike his almost natural physical prowess his more mystical power required years of hard work to develop. He does have one notorious talent, that is his near masterful control over draining his opponents of energy and sapping them of their reserves. Although he spent decades mastering force drain Kutar took to the ability like a tick to blood, and now it is almost second nature to him.
Besides being a ruthlessly efficient fighter, Kutar demonstrates skills in naval combat and piloting, as well as survival. He prefers heavy bombers to smaller fighters due to his size, and the uncomfortable seating arrangements force him to pilot larger ships with more leg room. Despite the loss in maneuverability associated with sleek fighter craft he still handles himself moderately well in dogfights. He excels at ground combat most of all, and for what he lacks in long term strategic planning he makes up for in simplistic but straightforward tactics and enthusiasm. As a duelist Kutar is a terrifying opponent, not for his size alone, but for his endurance and skill at arms. In the waning days of the war Kutar found himself being pulled further and further back from Republic space to defend against Jedi incursions into Imperial holdings. Here he found far more Jedi to fight than ever before, including one in particular named Kyla Vondin who gave him a duel that cost him his arm and a great deal of his pride. He won most of his battles besides his duel with her, and grew arrogantly confident in his own abilities to kill Jedi. During lightsaber duels he utilized his preferred form of Djem So, to overpower and outlast his foes with heavy two handed combat. He was trained to fight aggressively, and he does just that, unleashing a withering assault upon his opponents, breaking their concentration and forcing them to react to him. Most find it difficult to remember fancy footwork and complex acrobatics under a hail of precise bone-shattering blows.
Never having been much of a political cat Kutar ignores this side of Sith life, to a degree. Should he have focused more upon building his power base he might very well be a lord at this point, but he is content where he's at, and has little desire to advance further up the chain of command. His greatest influence derives from the Darth he serves, and his own menacing presence two serious factors in their own right.
Not one to be sentimental or own overly much, Kutar still possess a home to return to. A medium sized estate on one of Dromund Kaas' moons. outfitted with a small detachment of security guards and a dozen servants to keep it maintained. It is very sparsely decorated, many of its rooms being entirely empty due to its unsentimental owner's unwillingness to fill it out. It acts more as a place of recovery and meditation, and an emergency shelter than a proper home. Packed with supplies, equipment, and three spare unarmed ships and a few loyal servants it makes a decently dependable retreat in times of crisis.
Although officially banned by the Treaty of Coruscant Kutar still keeps a B-5 Decimus hidden at his home. He finds the bomber more comfortable than a traditional fighter, while also preferring the heavy weaponry and greater protection. He does not have a name for it, more often than not referring to the thing as "My bomber."
As one of Darth Embrus' most trusted apprentices he holds some sway, and name recognition with his other apprentices, particularly the eight, of whom he is a part of.
Out of all the Jedi, Republic officials, and random citizens whose homes and ships he's burned, who would very much like to see Kutar dead, none enrage the Sith Warrior more than the one named Kyla Vondin. Her name and face is burned into his memory, his missing arm is a testament to her victory. For awhile he had the esteemed pleasure to have her at his mercy, but his revenge was cut short and she was snatched away, lost to the endless lightyears of space and galaxy. Given the chance Kutar would see her dead for good, not just a prisoner who may potentially escape his clutches once again.
A particularly driven person, Kutar is unlikely to give in under any circumstances. He is both sly, and tenacious usually becoming hyper-focused on one thing or the other and often sacrificing in other areas because of it. As an apprentice he is a dutiful follower, taking orders without complaint and striving to see them through to the best of his ability. His loyalty is almost fanatical to both his master and the Sith Empire. Those who brought him up out of slavery, and gave him both power and purpose in life. On the battlefield he is a sight to behold, wading into combat with little regard for life or limb, shaking off wounds and resolutely marching on to victory or death. His defeat at the hands of Kyla Vondin was not the first time he had to be evacuated on a stretcher, though it was the most personal. His greatest strength is his control over his emotions, enabling him to unleash them at his whim. Although he fights with the ferocity of a beserker he still thinks with his head, working through his strategy, admittedly on the fly, to consider the surest path to victory.
Plagued by a number of personal failings, Kutar's first and foremost flaw is his inability to see the larger picture. He very quickly gets tunnel vision, focusing in on his target and disregarding the rest. He requires guidance, and someone to strategize long term for him. Moreover, although he is not stupid Kutar is not highly intelligent either, and can be fooled by a reasonably smart individual. He grew up a slave after all, and his education was lacking for some time.
Success
Kutar has been successful on numerous fronts during the war and his training. Rather swiftly he gained the title of Warrior for his prowess in battle, and claimed the lives of thirteen Jedi padawans and knights over his military career. One slaying in particular stands out, when he saved his master's life during the sack of Coruscant by the striking down the dazed Jedi instructor. He has mastered the Form Five's Djem So, and became uncannily powerful with force drain. All the while playing a key role in multiple Imperial victories.
Failures
Often unwilling to admit defeat Kutar has overextended himself on several occasions resulting in greater losses when retreat would have been the wiser option. Furthermore during a key fight against Kyla Vondin he was soundly defeated, and lost his arm in the process. She was later captured, but escaped his clutches along with hundreds of other valuable prisoners of war. It is widely suspected that Kutar did very little to prevent the Republic forces taking over the facility, as suicidal as such an effort might have been. After that day at the POW camp Kutar has been ravaged by troubles, his mind locked elsewhere on revenge. After three more lost battles, and mounting casualties amongst his troops he left his post and secluded himself at his homestead recovering from multiple wounds of varying severity.
The two stopped and faced each other ten paces apart, a stretch of durasteel flooring all that remained between them. Silence reigned unbroken as the two Sith eyed each other, taking in all the other had to offer. Inquisitor Savvory was no small man, thin and lanky as he was his head still only reached to Kutar’s stubbled chin. Nevertheless he held his gaze without flinching, a cocky smirk on his lips. For his own part Kutar remained collected, more curiosity in his eyes than malice, despite the Inquisitor’s distasteful arrival in this place of solitude. The warrior’s eyes flickered down, gauging what to do. Already Savvory held his lightsaber, the weapon disengaged but at the ready position in low guard. Kutar reclined his hand upon his own hilt. Should there be a confrontation he would not be caught unawares.
“I thought you were here to ask me questions, about my past.” Kutar accused, his voice a rumble of anger. “Not threaten me in my own home. Or do you fear I should break Imperial law and strike you down?”
“One can never know for certain.” Savvory replied, his eyes narrowing to amber slits. With his free hand he drew forth from his sleeve a holocorder. A press of the button later the device whirred into life, taking flight to begin a slow orbit of the two men. A steady hum emitted from the recorder, and Kutar followed its mesmerizing progress, uncertain at its implications. The recorder made three cycles before Savvory made to speak again, moving closer, slow yet deliberate. Kutar tensed, sensing danger from the smaller man. “Your master has become concerned as of late Kutar Zema. Your failures continue to mount, and your successes become fewer and farther between. Aye, I am here to acquire Imperial data on you, but I have another purpose. Your master has specifically requested of me that I evaluate your skills, to ensure you have not lost to much of yourself to a Jedi's blade...” Those cold eyes dropped, locking on to Kutar’s right arm. The cybernetics clenched and writhed uncontrollably as Kutar imagined wrapping those metallic fingers around the fool’s throat and squeezing. Savvory halted his advance, staring up at Kutar’s livid face only inches away, so close Kuatr could feel each and every breath the smaller man breathed.
“You lie. He would never ask that.” Kutar’s lightsaber was in his hand now, he wasn’t sure how it had gotten there. “My master trusts me like no other. I am his most loyal serva-”
“Your master is ashamed to call you his apprentice!” The roar echoed throughout the hanger, impossibly loud. The starships rattled and the walls themselves shook with the force of it. In a single blast of power Kutar was lifted off his feet and sent skidding across the floor, his lightsaber clattering off in the opposite direction. The hovering recorder zipped this way and that, trying to follow Kutar’s ungainly progress while keeping Savvory’s leering face in frame. Scraping to a halt Kutar knelt on one knee. There should have been pain, but all he felt was the wrath of ages, his blood boiled and at that moment his mind left his past mistakes and was locked upon gaunt man before him. Savvory approached again faster this time, a thin crimson blade sprouting from his saber's hilt. “Tell me Kutar Zema, do you think you can handle both at the same time? Or should I get my recording and report to your master of your incompetence?”
Reaching out Kutar felt his discarded lightsaber in his mind’s eye, willing the weapon to his waiting hand. It rocketed across the room even as Savvory’s lightsaber descended in a deadly arc, Kutar caught it at the last second, the elongated blade igniting in a burst of ruby plasma, catching Savvory’s own and stopping the Inquisitor cold. With an almighty push Kutar forced Savvory away, rising to his full height his lightsaber held two handed before him. “Have what you will.”
They clashed, a furious storm as the mountain and the wind battled for supremacy. They parted, Savvory smiling, Kutar huffing before engaging again, a veritable whirlwind of lightsabers, hacking slashing, parrying never still for a moment.
“Tell me of yourself.” Savvory asked calm as if he was taking a pleeasent stroll through a pleasure garden, never letting up on his assault as he flitted and dodged through Kutar’s defenses. “Have you always been such a dismal disgrace? What cesspool world did you spawn from, and what lowborn scum were the filth that sired you?”
“Dromund Kaas!” Kutar roared, forcing himself to concentrate both on the battle and his past, the Inquisitor's lighting quick blade made both a significant challenge. “Hardly the cesspool you expected I’d imagine. My mother, a slave, my father, a slave in the fighting pits, lowborn scum perhaps, but my father was a feared fighter and won his master many victories. He perished in battle honorably winning his freedom posthumously. I was to take his place, but I was discovered and recognized for the power I would be. So I was taken and trained at the academy by the overseers in Kaas City. Gaaah!”
Savvory had finally succeeded in breaking Kutar’s guard, leaving a nasty burn on his hip. Favoring the wound Kutar circled, backpedaling away. “Power you would be? Oh I can see that.” Savvory mocked following after the retreating warrior.
Continuing his retreat Kutar watched the Inquisitor closer, studying his movements. “At the academy I grew stronger, I trained harder than any of my peers. I was not a natural talent no, but I was determined to make a name for myself through any means necessary. To show everyone I am more than just the spawn of a slave! Through that dedication I became more powerful and I caught the eye of my master, for my strength and determination. I was one of the first he trained, his most loyal! He brought me forth, and showed me the path I must walk in order to serve him, and walk it I did. No matter the difficulty, the agony or hardship I walked that path he set for me, and I gained his favor!” Throughout the duration of their duel Kutar had been on the defensive, a tactical position he despised. Yet, it was becoming easier to react, he’d noticed a pattern to Savvory’s attacks, and almost by instinct he parried them.
“For years I have served him faithfully, dutifully learning all he taught me and doing all he asked. I gathered my own influence incrementally, but that was of small concern to me. I am a fighter not a politician, such trivialities ought be left to those who desire them. My own talents lay in battle, in commanding troops and following orders. Aye I failed my master at times, but I served him faithfully through it all, what more could be asked of a servant? I won my victories through blood and iron time and again, prevailing against impossible odds and I have personally slain no less than thirteen Jedi. I even saved my master's life on Coruscant, he could find no more worthy an apprentice.”
“Padawans, and distracted Knights, of little consequence. I would be more impressed if you slew defenseless babes in their cradles.” The inquisitor spat. His brow narrowed and he seemed haggered but he pressed his attack nonetheless. “The evidence of failure is clear for all to see. Your arm!”
“Yes let us speak of my arm, and my failures.” Kutar hissed, suddenly he was no longer retreating. His feet were planted in a wide stance and he held his ground against everything Savvory threw at him. “I was on a mission on the stormswept moon in the outer rim, alongside a few of my fellow apprentices and with a full detachment of Imperial troopers. We had been alerted to raiding being done by the Jedi, and ambushed them at a droid factory. A full surround, and a certain victory. During the fighting I even slew a Jedi Padawan, but that’s when she appeared. Kyla Vondin. She was like nothing I had ever fought before, or will ever fight again I am certain. The storm itself, manifest. She and her troops fought back with a ferocity unknown, I was outmatched.”
“A failure.”
“No!” The two killers locked blades, Kutar bore down upon the smaller man, forcing him back one step, then two. Savvory’s knees bent under the pressure and then he was away, dancing out of range. Kutar followed, steely determination in his eyes. “I gave everything I had to that battle, none could have hoped to stand against her at that time, anger fueled her skill and it brought me low. I lost my arm, and my pride and I thought I would lose my life… But she hesitated, she showed mercy.
“You should be dead.” Savvory accused, panting. Perspiration clung to his nose, and he held his weapon lower than before, and swung slower.
“I concur, there is no greater shame than survival through mercy. She should have plunged her saber into my heart and ended my suffering there. She might have prevailed then, saved her forces and escaped. Her hesitation cost her the battle, and it should have cost her life. I was unconscious, or I would have done the deed myself. As it was, we were ordered to preserve her life for she was considered valuable, a potential convert. A mistake.”
“Imperial orders were a mistake?”
“Their mercy preserved her life, she was to dangerous I insisted. She must die! While I recovered from my wounds I had the opportunity to examine her closer. I was an adamant torturer but I lacked the skill to even make a dent. Even others more skilled than I proved ineffective in breaking her resolve. When her rescuers came I knew she would only recover, and become more dangerous than ever.”
“And yet, when those rescuers came you turned tail and ran from the battle, and allowed her and hundreds of valuable prisoners to escape! You who only lost battles and men from that day on, who has only tasted the foul cup of defeat.”
Kutar grinned. “My troops were outnumbered, I was still recovering from my wounds, I made the tactical decision to retreat.” In a burst of speed and raw power Kutar untethered himself, launching a withering assault upon Savvory, every strike a hammer-fall upon the smaller man’s shoulders. “When the time comes I shall have my revenge, she is not the only one becoming more dangerous. I have spent my time training and preparing for the moment. She does not deserve the privilege of being converted and serving the Sith, or the mercy of being a prisoner. When the day finally arrives, I shall kill her myself as she should have done for me!” Every word translated into a blow until Savvory went down on one knee, his saber flying from his hand. Kutar kicked the man in the mouth sending him sprawling on his back spitting bloody phlegm. Standing over the defeated inquisitor arms akimbo legs spread wide Kutar held the saber blade at Savvory’s throat, a centimeter away from killing the shocked man. For the first time Kutar sensed Savvory's fear, and the power he held over him cheered the soul, calming the rage that roiled like a typhoon in his heart. The ruby blade vanished from existence and Kutar stored the large hilt at his hip, stepping over the downed Inquisitor leaving him panting and bloody on the durasteel floor, but still alive.
“You have your report, tell my master he need not fear. I shall never fail him again.”
How long do you usually write?
To be completely honest I usually reciprocate the length and depth of my fellow role players. Whether that is long and highly detailed posts, or short two paragraph ones. Both have their own strengths in my eyes, as long as a good story is contained within.
Do you enjoy writing collaborative posts for things like conversations, combat, etc.?
I certainly do, and I look forward to collaborating with some of the better writers participating in Persistent Galaxy. Hopefully I can learn a thing or two.
Is grammar and depth of writing important to you?
Both are very important to me, but I mess up in the grammar department all the time. I try my best to proofread and clean up my writings but things slip through, so I'm not about to hold anyone to a perfect standard I can't keep myself, and I'd hope for the same courtesy from everyone else.
Are there any writing subjects you particularly enjoy exploring?
Action and adventure are some of my favorites, and with a dab of mystery and drama that makes sure a recipe for a fun space romp.
Is there anything you really dislike and want to avoid like the plague?
Not really, except for people who, "color their speech texts in such dark edgy colors you have to highlight it in order to read what they wrote."
Is there something you are uncomfortable with happening to your character?
Nothing comes to mind.
Do you have any short-term or long-term goals with this character?
I plan on Kutar exasperating his rivalry with Kyla Vondin to legendary levels, and causing immense trouble for the Jedi and Republic, while resolving his troubles with his Master Darth Embrus. Furthermore there have been discussions of him taking part in Selene's conversion...? We'll see what happens.
To be completely honest I usually reciprocate the length and depth of my fellow role players. Whether that is long and highly detailed posts, or short two paragraph ones. Both have their own strengths in my eyes, as long as a good story is contained within.
Do you enjoy writing collaborative posts for things like conversations, combat, etc.?
I certainly do, and I look forward to collaborating with some of the better writers participating in Persistent Galaxy. Hopefully I can learn a thing or two.
Is grammar and depth of writing important to you?
Both are very important to me, but I mess up in the grammar department all the time. I try my best to proofread and clean up my writings but things slip through, so I'm not about to hold anyone to a perfect standard I can't keep myself, and I'd hope for the same courtesy from everyone else.
Are there any writing subjects you particularly enjoy exploring?
Action and adventure are some of my favorites, and with a dab of mystery and drama that makes sure a recipe for a fun space romp.
Is there anything you really dislike and want to avoid like the plague?
Not really, except for people who, "color their speech texts in such dark edgy colors you have to highlight it in order to read what they wrote."
Is there something you are uncomfortable with happening to your character?
Nothing comes to mind.
Do you have any short-term or long-term goals with this character?
I plan on Kutar exasperating his rivalry with Kyla Vondin to legendary levels, and causing immense trouble for the Jedi and Republic, while resolving his troubles with his Master Darth Embrus. Furthermore there have been discussions of him taking part in Selene's conversion...? We'll see what happens.
Name: Kutar Zema
Species: Human
Homeworld: Dromund Kaas
Age: Seven and Thirty
Gender: Male
Rank: Sith Warrior
Master: Darth Embrus
Former master(s): N/A
Apprentice(s): N/A
Sphere of influence: Military Offense Sphere
Species: Human
Homeworld: Dromund Kaas
Age: Seven and Thirty
Gender: Male
Rank: Sith Warrior
Master: Darth Embrus
Former master(s): N/A
Apprentice(s): N/A
Sphere of influence: Military Offense Sphere
Short description of candidate.
An all imposing giant Kutar Zema towers over most anyone and everyone. He stands a little over seven feet tall, with the mass of an adult wookie, paired with a set of broad shoulders and a thick jaw that is almost always turned up in an unimpressed smirk. He has small, suspicious amber eyes that dart here and there, and a rolling rumble of a voice whose roar can instill fear into the hearts of even the most brave of men. He dresses in heavy garments of navy blue for casual wear, and only dons his black war armor for large scale battles and conflicts. He is bald, except for a small soul patch of blonde hair on his chin which leaves his many scars for all to see. His cybernetic right arm is most striking. Made of burnished grey steel it is heavy and low tech, suffering from mechanical twitching errors and power shortages on the regular. Nevertheless it also proves a powerful and unique bludgeoning weapon, with a near unbreakable grip. Overall Kutar is the epitome of physical prowess, both shockingly quick and predictably powerful.
Simplified report on known Force techniques and estimated levels.
For many Sith the rawest forms of true passion lie at the source of their mystical power in the force. For Kutar there is no exception, rage is the lifeblood of his strength, but not in the way one might expect. Kutar's anger manifests itself in a rather unique form, and for him there is very little outward aggression except in times of extreme duress. The rage lies beneath, hidden from the senses and smoldering away like the embers of a forge. Where a bonfire flares bright and burns itself out, Kutar has mastered a steady unyielding force, only unleashed at full near the battle's conclusion. This control over his anger presents itself foremost in his ability to manipulate his own body. Giving him speed, stamina and a strength that far outlasts most others. In sustained usage Kutar is strong, it is only against the most passionate and wroth foes that he meets his match. In most basic and intermediate force abilities he has advanced knowledge with intermediate application, but in particular he wields significant understanding and the capacity to preform self enhancements even mid battle. By his own nature he is not a talented force practitioner, and has reached this level of power through rigorous training and study. Unlike his almost natural physical prowess his more mystical power required years of hard work to develop. He does have one notorious talent, that is his near masterful control over draining his opponents of energy and sapping them of their reserves. Although he spent decades mastering force drain Kutar took to the ability like a tick to blood, and now it is almost second nature to him.
- Basic Abilities
- Force Empathy
- Detoxify Poison
- Force Stun
Intermediate Abilities - Telekinesis/Force Throw
- Telekinetic Defense
- Force Sight (Basic)
- Force Sense
- Precognition
- Dominate Mind
- Crucitorn
- Force Choke
- Droid Disable
- Tapas
Advanced Abilities - Force Bellow
- Force Speed
- Force Jump
- Force Rage
Well-Trained Talent - Force Drain
Simplified report on other known skills and estimated levels, including lightsaber training.
Besides being a ruthlessly efficient fighter, Kutar demonstrates skills in naval combat and piloting, as well as survival. He prefers heavy bombers to smaller fighters due to his size, and the uncomfortable seating arrangements force him to pilot larger ships with more leg room. Despite the loss in maneuverability associated with sleek fighter craft he still handles himself moderately well in dogfights. He excels at ground combat most of all, and for what he lacks in long term strategic planning he makes up for in simplistic but straightforward tactics and enthusiasm. As a duelist Kutar is a terrifying opponent, not for his size alone, but for his endurance and skill at arms. In the waning days of the war Kutar found himself being pulled further and further back from Republic space to defend against Jedi incursions into Imperial holdings. Here he found far more Jedi to fight than ever before, including one in particular named Kyla Vondin who gave him a duel that cost him his arm and a great deal of his pride. He won most of his battles besides his duel with her, and grew arrogantly confident in his own abilities to kill Jedi. During lightsaber duels he utilized his preferred form of Djem So, to overpower and outlast his foes with heavy two handed combat. He was trained to fight aggressively, and he does just that, unleashing a withering assault upon his opponents, breaking their concentration and forcing them to react to him. Most find it difficult to remember fancy footwork and complex acrobatics under a hail of precise bone-shattering blows.
Quick report on political influence, ownerships, associates and rivals.
Never having been much of a political cat Kutar ignores this side of Sith life, to a degree. Should he have focused more upon building his power base he might very well be a lord at this point, but he is content where he's at, and has little desire to advance further up the chain of command. His greatest influence derives from the Darth he serves, and his own menacing presence two serious factors in their own right.
Not one to be sentimental or own overly much, Kutar still possess a home to return to. A medium sized estate on one of Dromund Kaas' moons. outfitted with a small detachment of security guards and a dozen servants to keep it maintained. It is very sparsely decorated, many of its rooms being entirely empty due to its unsentimental owner's unwillingness to fill it out. It acts more as a place of recovery and meditation, and an emergency shelter than a proper home. Packed with supplies, equipment, and three spare unarmed ships and a few loyal servants it makes a decently dependable retreat in times of crisis.
Although officially banned by the Treaty of Coruscant Kutar still keeps a B-5 Decimus hidden at his home. He finds the bomber more comfortable than a traditional fighter, while also preferring the heavy weaponry and greater protection. He does not have a name for it, more often than not referring to the thing as "My bomber."
As one of Darth Embrus' most trusted apprentices he holds some sway, and name recognition with his other apprentices, particularly the eight, of whom he is a part of.
Out of all the Jedi, Republic officials, and random citizens whose homes and ships he's burned, who would very much like to see Kutar dead, none enrage the Sith Warrior more than the one named Kyla Vondin. Her name and face is burned into his memory, his missing arm is a testament to her victory. For awhile he had the esteemed pleasure to have her at his mercy, but his revenge was cut short and she was snatched away, lost to the endless lightyears of space and galaxy. Given the chance Kutar would see her dead for good, not just a prisoner who may potentially escape his clutches once again.
Psychological evaluation of candidate.
A particularly driven person, Kutar is unlikely to give in under any circumstances. He is both sly, and tenacious usually becoming hyper-focused on one thing or the other and often sacrificing in other areas because of it. As an apprentice he is a dutiful follower, taking orders without complaint and striving to see them through to the best of his ability. His loyalty is almost fanatical to both his master and the Sith Empire. Those who brought him up out of slavery, and gave him both power and purpose in life. On the battlefield he is a sight to behold, wading into combat with little regard for life or limb, shaking off wounds and resolutely marching on to victory or death. His defeat at the hands of Kyla Vondin was not the first time he had to be evacuated on a stretcher, though it was the most personal. His greatest strength is his control over his emotions, enabling him to unleash them at his whim. Although he fights with the ferocity of a beserker he still thinks with his head, working through his strategy, admittedly on the fly, to consider the surest path to victory.
List of uncovered and suspected flaws. To be put into restricted database.
Plagued by a number of personal failings, Kutar's first and foremost flaw is his inability to see the larger picture. He very quickly gets tunnel vision, focusing in on his target and disregarding the rest. He requires guidance, and someone to strategize long term for him. Moreover, although he is not stupid Kutar is not highly intelligent either, and can be fooled by a reasonably smart individual. He grew up a slave after all, and his education was lacking for some time.
Major achievements and failures on record.
Success
Kutar has been successful on numerous fronts during the war and his training. Rather swiftly he gained the title of Warrior for his prowess in battle, and claimed the lives of thirteen Jedi padawans and knights over his military career. One slaying in particular stands out, when he saved his master's life during the sack of Coruscant by the striking down the dazed Jedi instructor. He has mastered the Form Five's Djem So, and became uncannily powerful with force drain. All the while playing a key role in multiple Imperial victories.
Failures
Often unwilling to admit defeat Kutar has overextended himself on several occasions resulting in greater losses when retreat would have been the wiser option. Furthermore during a key fight against Kyla Vondin he was soundly defeated, and lost his arm in the process. She was later captured, but escaped his clutches along with hundreds of other valuable prisoners of war. It is widely suspected that Kutar did very little to prevent the Republic forces taking over the facility, as suicidal as such an effort might have been. After that day at the POW camp Kutar has been ravaged by troubles, his mind locked elsewhere on revenge. After three more lost battles, and mounting casualties amongst his troops he left his post and secluded himself at his homestead recovering from multiple wounds of varying severity.
Personal biography, as detailed by the candidate for use in imperial archives. Acquired shortly after last achievement of note.
The two stopped and faced each other ten paces apart, a stretch of durasteel flooring all that remained between them. Silence reigned unbroken as the two Sith eyed each other, taking in all the other had to offer. Inquisitor Savvory was no small man, thin and lanky as he was his head still only reached to Kutar’s stubbled chin. Nevertheless he held his gaze without flinching, a cocky smirk on his lips. For his own part Kutar remained collected, more curiosity in his eyes than malice, despite the Inquisitor’s distasteful arrival in this place of solitude. The warrior’s eyes flickered down, gauging what to do. Already Savvory held his lightsaber, the weapon disengaged but at the ready position in low guard. Kutar reclined his hand upon his own hilt. Should there be a confrontation he would not be caught unawares.
“I thought you were here to ask me questions, about my past.” Kutar accused, his voice a rumble of anger. “Not threaten me in my own home. Or do you fear I should break Imperial law and strike you down?”
“One can never know for certain.” Savvory replied, his eyes narrowing to amber slits. With his free hand he drew forth from his sleeve a holocorder. A press of the button later the device whirred into life, taking flight to begin a slow orbit of the two men. A steady hum emitted from the recorder, and Kutar followed its mesmerizing progress, uncertain at its implications. The recorder made three cycles before Savvory made to speak again, moving closer, slow yet deliberate. Kutar tensed, sensing danger from the smaller man. “Your master has become concerned as of late Kutar Zema. Your failures continue to mount, and your successes become fewer and farther between. Aye, I am here to acquire Imperial data on you, but I have another purpose. Your master has specifically requested of me that I evaluate your skills, to ensure you have not lost to much of yourself to a Jedi's blade...” Those cold eyes dropped, locking on to Kutar’s right arm. The cybernetics clenched and writhed uncontrollably as Kutar imagined wrapping those metallic fingers around the fool’s throat and squeezing. Savvory halted his advance, staring up at Kutar’s livid face only inches away, so close Kuatr could feel each and every breath the smaller man breathed.
“You lie. He would never ask that.” Kutar’s lightsaber was in his hand now, he wasn’t sure how it had gotten there. “My master trusts me like no other. I am his most loyal serva-”
“Your master is ashamed to call you his apprentice!” The roar echoed throughout the hanger, impossibly loud. The starships rattled and the walls themselves shook with the force of it. In a single blast of power Kutar was lifted off his feet and sent skidding across the floor, his lightsaber clattering off in the opposite direction. The hovering recorder zipped this way and that, trying to follow Kutar’s ungainly progress while keeping Savvory’s leering face in frame. Scraping to a halt Kutar knelt on one knee. There should have been pain, but all he felt was the wrath of ages, his blood boiled and at that moment his mind left his past mistakes and was locked upon gaunt man before him. Savvory approached again faster this time, a thin crimson blade sprouting from his saber's hilt. “Tell me Kutar Zema, do you think you can handle both at the same time? Or should I get my recording and report to your master of your incompetence?”
Reaching out Kutar felt his discarded lightsaber in his mind’s eye, willing the weapon to his waiting hand. It rocketed across the room even as Savvory’s lightsaber descended in a deadly arc, Kutar caught it at the last second, the elongated blade igniting in a burst of ruby plasma, catching Savvory’s own and stopping the Inquisitor cold. With an almighty push Kutar forced Savvory away, rising to his full height his lightsaber held two handed before him. “Have what you will.”
They clashed, a furious storm as the mountain and the wind battled for supremacy. They parted, Savvory smiling, Kutar huffing before engaging again, a veritable whirlwind of lightsabers, hacking slashing, parrying never still for a moment.
“Tell me of yourself.” Savvory asked calm as if he was taking a pleeasent stroll through a pleasure garden, never letting up on his assault as he flitted and dodged through Kutar’s defenses. “Have you always been such a dismal disgrace? What cesspool world did you spawn from, and what lowborn scum were the filth that sired you?”
“Dromund Kaas!” Kutar roared, forcing himself to concentrate both on the battle and his past, the Inquisitor's lighting quick blade made both a significant challenge. “Hardly the cesspool you expected I’d imagine. My mother, a slave, my father, a slave in the fighting pits, lowborn scum perhaps, but my father was a feared fighter and won his master many victories. He perished in battle honorably winning his freedom posthumously. I was to take his place, but I was discovered and recognized for the power I would be. So I was taken and trained at the academy by the overseers in Kaas City. Gaaah!”
Savvory had finally succeeded in breaking Kutar’s guard, leaving a nasty burn on his hip. Favoring the wound Kutar circled, backpedaling away. “Power you would be? Oh I can see that.” Savvory mocked following after the retreating warrior.
Continuing his retreat Kutar watched the Inquisitor closer, studying his movements. “At the academy I grew stronger, I trained harder than any of my peers. I was not a natural talent no, but I was determined to make a name for myself through any means necessary. To show everyone I am more than just the spawn of a slave! Through that dedication I became more powerful and I caught the eye of my master, for my strength and determination. I was one of the first he trained, his most loyal! He brought me forth, and showed me the path I must walk in order to serve him, and walk it I did. No matter the difficulty, the agony or hardship I walked that path he set for me, and I gained his favor!” Throughout the duration of their duel Kutar had been on the defensive, a tactical position he despised. Yet, it was becoming easier to react, he’d noticed a pattern to Savvory’s attacks, and almost by instinct he parried them.
“For years I have served him faithfully, dutifully learning all he taught me and doing all he asked. I gathered my own influence incrementally, but that was of small concern to me. I am a fighter not a politician, such trivialities ought be left to those who desire them. My own talents lay in battle, in commanding troops and following orders. Aye I failed my master at times, but I served him faithfully through it all, what more could be asked of a servant? I won my victories through blood and iron time and again, prevailing against impossible odds and I have personally slain no less than thirteen Jedi. I even saved my master's life on Coruscant, he could find no more worthy an apprentice.”
“Padawans, and distracted Knights, of little consequence. I would be more impressed if you slew defenseless babes in their cradles.” The inquisitor spat. His brow narrowed and he seemed haggered but he pressed his attack nonetheless. “The evidence of failure is clear for all to see. Your arm!”
“Yes let us speak of my arm, and my failures.” Kutar hissed, suddenly he was no longer retreating. His feet were planted in a wide stance and he held his ground against everything Savvory threw at him. “I was on a mission on the stormswept moon in the outer rim, alongside a few of my fellow apprentices and with a full detachment of Imperial troopers. We had been alerted to raiding being done by the Jedi, and ambushed them at a droid factory. A full surround, and a certain victory. During the fighting I even slew a Jedi Padawan, but that’s when she appeared. Kyla Vondin. She was like nothing I had ever fought before, or will ever fight again I am certain. The storm itself, manifest. She and her troops fought back with a ferocity unknown, I was outmatched.”
“A failure.”
“No!” The two killers locked blades, Kutar bore down upon the smaller man, forcing him back one step, then two. Savvory’s knees bent under the pressure and then he was away, dancing out of range. Kutar followed, steely determination in his eyes. “I gave everything I had to that battle, none could have hoped to stand against her at that time, anger fueled her skill and it brought me low. I lost my arm, and my pride and I thought I would lose my life… But she hesitated, she showed mercy.
“You should be dead.” Savvory accused, panting. Perspiration clung to his nose, and he held his weapon lower than before, and swung slower.
“I concur, there is no greater shame than survival through mercy. She should have plunged her saber into my heart and ended my suffering there. She might have prevailed then, saved her forces and escaped. Her hesitation cost her the battle, and it should have cost her life. I was unconscious, or I would have done the deed myself. As it was, we were ordered to preserve her life for she was considered valuable, a potential convert. A mistake.”
“Imperial orders were a mistake?”
“Their mercy preserved her life, she was to dangerous I insisted. She must die! While I recovered from my wounds I had the opportunity to examine her closer. I was an adamant torturer but I lacked the skill to even make a dent. Even others more skilled than I proved ineffective in breaking her resolve. When her rescuers came I knew she would only recover, and become more dangerous than ever.”
“And yet, when those rescuers came you turned tail and ran from the battle, and allowed her and hundreds of valuable prisoners to escape! You who only lost battles and men from that day on, who has only tasted the foul cup of defeat.”
Kutar grinned. “My troops were outnumbered, I was still recovering from my wounds, I made the tactical decision to retreat.” In a burst of speed and raw power Kutar untethered himself, launching a withering assault upon Savvory, every strike a hammer-fall upon the smaller man’s shoulders. “When the time comes I shall have my revenge, she is not the only one becoming more dangerous. I have spent my time training and preparing for the moment. She does not deserve the privilege of being converted and serving the Sith, or the mercy of being a prisoner. When the day finally arrives, I shall kill her myself as she should have done for me!” Every word translated into a blow until Savvory went down on one knee, his saber flying from his hand. Kutar kicked the man in the mouth sending him sprawling on his back spitting bloody phlegm. Standing over the defeated inquisitor arms akimbo legs spread wide Kutar held the saber blade at Savvory’s throat, a centimeter away from killing the shocked man. For the first time Kutar sensed Savvory's fear, and the power he held over him cheered the soul, calming the rage that roiled like a typhoon in his heart. The ruby blade vanished from existence and Kutar stored the large hilt at his hip, stepping over the downed Inquisitor leaving him panting and bloody on the durasteel floor, but still alive.
“You have your report, tell my master he need not fear. I shall never fail him again.”
