These are the stories of Lyos, Ralto Zarin, Likaurra, Yinzeli, and Jarren Teeg.
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These are the stories of Lyos, Ralto Zarin, Likaurra, Yinzeli, and Jarren Teeg.
Lyos has always had it rough.
Since her birth, Lyos has always been the runt of the litter. As a child, she had been smaller than the average Wyrwulf, and following her cocooning process, smaller than the average Codru-Ji. This, in turn, made Lyos out as an easy target to kidnap by rival families, as was their customs. Many a ransom was paid or rescue efforts established to free Lyos, bringing her family shame and to ruin.
Were it not for these kidnappings, Lyos would not be who she is now. It was these kidnappings that led her to snap; to take matters in her own hands. She may have been the smallest, but in terms of mental intelligence, the other Codru-Ji were her lesser.
With her intelligence, Lyos meticulously planned her own kidnappings, but she wouldn't not play the same rules as her people would. No; Lyos was often rough with her victims, for inflicting pain and injury didn't bother her. In her head, she had been righting the wrongs done to her person, and to her family. Wrongs that, while they would achieve quick results, would force Lyos to exile herself from her home world of Munto Codru.
By mid-adulthood, an alliance of various Cordu-Ji families had found the "Demon of Munto Codru", desiring vengeance for the body parts their family members had lost over the years. Using her own family as bait, the alliance flushed Lyos out from hiding, and though she fought with all the strength she could muster, the Codru-Ji was forced to flee, lest her head be put on a spike.
Since that fateful day, Lyos has traveled the stars, joining whatever roving band of pirates, marauders or mercenaries happen to be nearby. No matter what shelter or friends she finds, however, Lyos is forced to abandon them before long, for, despite the Codru-Ji's isolation from the galaxy, her pursuers—Codru-Ji and bounty hunter alike—still remain, hunting Lyos for a large sum of credits.
Whatever trouble Lyos finds herself in in the future, though, she won't go down so easily like the child she once was. She's made sure of that.
Since her birth, Lyos has always been the runt of the litter. As a child, she had been smaller than the average Wyrwulf, and following her cocooning process, smaller than the average Codru-Ji. This, in turn, made Lyos out as an easy target to kidnap by rival families, as was their customs. Many a ransom was paid or rescue efforts established to free Lyos, bringing her family shame and to ruin.
Were it not for these kidnappings, Lyos would not be who she is now. It was these kidnappings that led her to snap; to take matters in her own hands. She may have been the smallest, but in terms of mental intelligence, the other Codru-Ji were her lesser.
With her intelligence, Lyos meticulously planned her own kidnappings, but she wouldn't not play the same rules as her people would. No; Lyos was often rough with her victims, for inflicting pain and injury didn't bother her. In her head, she had been righting the wrongs done to her person, and to her family. Wrongs that, while they would achieve quick results, would force Lyos to exile herself from her home world of Munto Codru.
By mid-adulthood, an alliance of various Cordu-Ji families had found the "Demon of Munto Codru", desiring vengeance for the body parts their family members had lost over the years. Using her own family as bait, the alliance flushed Lyos out from hiding, and though she fought with all the strength she could muster, the Codru-Ji was forced to flee, lest her head be put on a spike.
Since that fateful day, Lyos has traveled the stars, joining whatever roving band of pirates, marauders or mercenaries happen to be nearby. No matter what shelter or friends she finds, however, Lyos is forced to abandon them before long, for, despite the Codru-Ji's isolation from the galaxy, her pursuers—Codru-Ji and bounty hunter alike—still remain, hunting Lyos for a large sum of credits.
Whatever trouble Lyos finds herself in in the future, though, she won't go down so easily like the child she once was. She's made sure of that.
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Ralto Zarin wasn't destined to be much when he was born. He was born to two spiced-up moisture farmers on Tatooine that he has nearly forgotten by now. His childhood, by the time he was 8, was spent maintaining the various droids and machines his parents had purchased. Of course, their addiction only made the child's job more difficult than it already was at the age of 14. In order to fuel their habits, Ralto's parents took out a loan from a Whiphid that they knew they couldn't pay back. Ralto wasn't particularly surprised when the thugs came and battered his father. What did surprise the single child was the offer that they made: Valarian could take the child to serve off their sizable debt (with interest, of course).
From that point forward, Ralto Zarin became Valarian's slave. To his benefit, however, Ralto tested and grew under these ten years. He started by doing much the same he had done before: work on droids. However, this was not enough for the slave. Valarian had seen potential in the slave boy. He had the boy beaten consistently by the other slaves his age. The beatings persisted, day by day, until Ralto had finally broken. He let his anger out, and finally struck back against the others. He managed to fight them all off, knocking them all unconscious while still standing to the Whiphid's delight.
It was from that point that Ralto was asked to do more than just work on droids. Valarian had one of her enforcers, a Wookie slave called Gorworr, train up the boy to serve as another one of her thugs. Ralto was not particularly noteworthy among Valarian's ranks, but he was effective at getting done what needed to be done. Valarian had a particular racket that she usually ran: whenever someone would make a loan with her, they would sign away all their rights if they met an untimely demise and their loan was not paid off. So, when these individuals tried to skip out on paying Valarian, Ralto would be sent to get them to cough up the money or an "accident" would befall them. Ralto was effective at his job, even if he wasn't fond of the work.
You see, Ralto didn't enjoy this life. While he found he enjoyed the heat of blaster-fire, he didn't like fighting for a crime lord on some backwater outer rim planet. He wanted to see the stars and fight to earn his own credits. That being said, he has always had a code: do the job you are getting paid to do and try to earn a bonus. If his employer asks Ralto to jump, he asks how high to get more credits.
Ralto was surprised when Valarian, after he had succeeded in planting a bomb on the cargo ship of a smuggler who tried to skip town, brought the Zabrak aside and informed him that his parent's debt had been cleared. They had been dead for three years prior, but Ralto could care less. He was finally free of Valarian's bonds, and the crime lord had even thrown her enforcer slave an offer: The Zabrak could have a forged weapon license and a ride aboard the next transport to his best chance at finding work in this climate: The Falling Star.
Of course, who knew if she would need a favor down the line?
From that point forward, Ralto Zarin became Valarian's slave. To his benefit, however, Ralto tested and grew under these ten years. He started by doing much the same he had done before: work on droids. However, this was not enough for the slave. Valarian had seen potential in the slave boy. He had the boy beaten consistently by the other slaves his age. The beatings persisted, day by day, until Ralto had finally broken. He let his anger out, and finally struck back against the others. He managed to fight them all off, knocking them all unconscious while still standing to the Whiphid's delight.
It was from that point that Ralto was asked to do more than just work on droids. Valarian had one of her enforcers, a Wookie slave called Gorworr, train up the boy to serve as another one of her thugs. Ralto was not particularly noteworthy among Valarian's ranks, but he was effective at getting done what needed to be done. Valarian had a particular racket that she usually ran: whenever someone would make a loan with her, they would sign away all their rights if they met an untimely demise and their loan was not paid off. So, when these individuals tried to skip out on paying Valarian, Ralto would be sent to get them to cough up the money or an "accident" would befall them. Ralto was effective at his job, even if he wasn't fond of the work.
You see, Ralto didn't enjoy this life. While he found he enjoyed the heat of blaster-fire, he didn't like fighting for a crime lord on some backwater outer rim planet. He wanted to see the stars and fight to earn his own credits. That being said, he has always had a code: do the job you are getting paid to do and try to earn a bonus. If his employer asks Ralto to jump, he asks how high to get more credits.
Ralto was surprised when Valarian, after he had succeeded in planting a bomb on the cargo ship of a smuggler who tried to skip town, brought the Zabrak aside and informed him that his parent's debt had been cleared. They had been dead for three years prior, but Ralto could care less. He was finally free of Valarian's bonds, and the crime lord had even thrown her enforcer slave an offer: The Zabrak could have a forged weapon license and a ride aboard the next transport to his best chance at finding work in this climate: The Falling Star.
Of course, who knew if she would need a favor down the line?
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Yinzeli life began with a wealthy lifestyle as her parents had a successful business of managing trade on land. There were only a few rich families in the big town that she lived in, but there was none more rich or powerful than the Hutt crime lord, Meru Merdro, who basically owned the town. At a young age she always wanted to help her parents as thanks for all the things they have given, of the various stories of the galaxy shared that were always awe inspiring, and generally being nice to her. But her parents had a bad gambling addiction as they had terrible luck and a casino owned by a Hutt.
Helping them repay their debt seemed like a nice way to help and decided to do some odd jobs. Eventually when she became 15, decided to work try working at the same casino in hopes to gain more money to help her parent’s debt as her past odd jobs weren’t enough to really help at as each new debt would slowly be more than before. Her parents warned her that working there may not be the best solution, but she ignored them thinking that this could be a way to help as she was offered end their debt. But unaware of the papers that she signed when apply for the job, she would come to regret her decision.
After working there as a simple waitress for less than a month, she would return to her home one night to find her parents shot dead by unknown assailant. The following day she was home grieving when a few of the enforcers from the casino said that she had to work, but after telling them of her parents death, her words were ignored and was dragged out and back into the casino. Once there, she was told that the papers that she signed before had a fine print that she did not see that mentions that with her parent’s debt would be placed onto if they were to die and would be under servitude of the Hutt crime lord. She was furious by this tricky arrangement, but was soon knocked out. Once she woke up, she found herself on a medical bed after a surgery and told a small bomb was implanted to ensure she stayed and obeyed.
Years would pass as her anger would grow. She would slave over various demeaning jobs with no pay for the actual work she would do and feel insignificant as rich people would flaunt their wealth. Although she could wait, years for the debt and servitude to end, she felt that crime lord himself would have ways to extend her servitude. So she waited and prepared for the opportunity that she could escape.
During one of her jobs at age 19, she would be serving a human client named Devroy Darseal. She was able to gain some information that this client, was being lured in and assassinated. So on the night of the job, when the guards were not around to hear, informed Devroy of the crime lord’s plan. Together the two were able to surprise the assassin and kill him and the guards. And as agreed, Devroy would assist with her escape on that night and remove the bomb implanted in her. After successfully leaving, she truly felt free and got some revenge along the way.
Yinzeli would even then help Devroy with some espionage jobs throughout the galaxy as she used her skills in charm and nimble moves to gain various information. Things were great as she is finally being paid from her own work and unlike her parents, is a very frugal spender, but still somehow buy the oddest things, and overall enjoyed the freedom that she has than being forced to do things. Eventually, things would catch up with the Devroy that he would eventually find himself dead and would leave Yinzeli without an employer. Now wanting to make some distance from her last job, she finds herself on a cargo ship called, The Falling Star.
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The rise of the Galactic Empire had seen the Wookiee homeworld of Kashyyyk bound in chains. Miles of its great, vibrant forests were bulled over to make room for labor camps, military outposts and spaceports. The Wookiee natives, once so mighty and free, were enslaved- forced to toil away at crop and wood for the benefit of the Imperial war machine. Likaurra, son of Kallatobuck, was born in one of these camps, just outside his ancestral home of Kachirho.
He was a young man of twenty-five years when Liberation Day came. Rebel Alliance infiltrators entered the atmosphere undetected and underwent a daring raid on the Grand Moff's fortress palace, and though they suffered causalities they managed to disable the inhibitor chips that kept the Wookiees docile. A wave of fury and blood washed over Kashyyyk as the people rose up against their oppressors and tore them asunder. An Alliance fleet soon arrived and a brutal battle for the fate of the world began. Likaurra's family, Clan Jowtharr, earned their stripes in the battles that followed.
Before the occupation, Clan Jowtharr had been renowned for its rangers and explorers, the greatest of them taking to the stars as members of the Claatuvac Guild. During the war against the Empire, however, it was their wilderness survival and unconventional tactics that proved most useful. Likaurra quickly became acquainted with living, traveling, and fighting in the shadowlands. He and his clan would descend upon patrols of Stormtroopers from the shadow of the canopy with unmatched speed and ferocity, and before they could rally against the Wookiees they'd vanish back into the underbrush like a whisper in the wind.
Though the last Imperial garrisons wouldn't be torn out at the root for several months, the People of the Trees were quick to celebrate their victory. They held weeks-long feasts and uproarious parties honoring the many heroes that had won them their freedom, Wookiee and outsider alike.
Ecstatic to see Kashyyyk free as he was, Liakurra was restless. He'd spent his life trapped among these trees, with only stories of the galaxy beyond to carry him away from there. He went before his father and the other elders of Jowtharr when the festivities had ended and asked for their help and their blessing. Liakurra wanted to leave Kashyyyk and follow in the footsteps of his clan's most renowned ancestors: to explore the galaxy, document all that he found and perhaps help in guiding his brothers and sisters scattered across the remnants of the Empire back home. Though he was young, impulsive and still had much to learn, he had proven himself a capable, trustworthy warrior, so the elders granted his request. They offered him provisions and transport to the nearest space station so that he might begin his journey.
Its been five years since the warrior first set out, and the journey's been...different from what he'd imagined. There were no heroic or daring adventures to be found. Credits were always tight, and he was forced to take more than one unsavory job just to keep his stomach full and pay for passage on the next vessel to come along. He did mostly odd jobs, acting as security for a trade delegation one week and chasing minor bounties the next. The worlds he visited were always beautiful in their own way, but it was hard to appreciate them when he was there to catch some poor woman who skipped her court date. Dejected, dirty and exhausted, Likaurra found himself on the Falling Star and wondering if this was all the universe had to offer him...
He was a young man of twenty-five years when Liberation Day came. Rebel Alliance infiltrators entered the atmosphere undetected and underwent a daring raid on the Grand Moff's fortress palace, and though they suffered causalities they managed to disable the inhibitor chips that kept the Wookiees docile. A wave of fury and blood washed over Kashyyyk as the people rose up against their oppressors and tore them asunder. An Alliance fleet soon arrived and a brutal battle for the fate of the world began. Likaurra's family, Clan Jowtharr, earned their stripes in the battles that followed.
Before the occupation, Clan Jowtharr had been renowned for its rangers and explorers, the greatest of them taking to the stars as members of the Claatuvac Guild. During the war against the Empire, however, it was their wilderness survival and unconventional tactics that proved most useful. Likaurra quickly became acquainted with living, traveling, and fighting in the shadowlands. He and his clan would descend upon patrols of Stormtroopers from the shadow of the canopy with unmatched speed and ferocity, and before they could rally against the Wookiees they'd vanish back into the underbrush like a whisper in the wind.
Though the last Imperial garrisons wouldn't be torn out at the root for several months, the People of the Trees were quick to celebrate their victory. They held weeks-long feasts and uproarious parties honoring the many heroes that had won them their freedom, Wookiee and outsider alike.
Ecstatic to see Kashyyyk free as he was, Liakurra was restless. He'd spent his life trapped among these trees, with only stories of the galaxy beyond to carry him away from there. He went before his father and the other elders of Jowtharr when the festivities had ended and asked for their help and their blessing. Liakurra wanted to leave Kashyyyk and follow in the footsteps of his clan's most renowned ancestors: to explore the galaxy, document all that he found and perhaps help in guiding his brothers and sisters scattered across the remnants of the Empire back home. Though he was young, impulsive and still had much to learn, he had proven himself a capable, trustworthy warrior, so the elders granted his request. They offered him provisions and transport to the nearest space station so that he might begin his journey.
Its been five years since the warrior first set out, and the journey's been...different from what he'd imagined. There were no heroic or daring adventures to be found. Credits were always tight, and he was forced to take more than one unsavory job just to keep his stomach full and pay for passage on the next vessel to come along. He did mostly odd jobs, acting as security for a trade delegation one week and chasing minor bounties the next. The worlds he visited were always beautiful in their own way, but it was hard to appreciate them when he was there to catch some poor woman who skipped her court date. Dejected, dirty and exhausted, Likaurra found himself on the Falling Star and wondering if this was all the universe had to offer him...
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There's something about the way Jarren Teeg struts through a room that makes people shove him into a box pretty quick. Everything from the way his red eyes glaze over everyone present to the pungent cologne he wouldn't be caught dead without, the duros has an appearance that people would call confident, or, if you talked to them after a couple of drinks, "really punchable". Despite appearances however, Jarren isn't a morally questionable politician, he's a former morally questionable politician! One who was falsely accused of murder by an adversary and is now on the run, to be more specific.
He wasn't always that way though. The young man grew up in the outskirts of a verdant planet living like most settlers did, tending to the animals and whatever problem of the day his lifestyle threw at him. He wasn't the strongest, nor even the smartest, but he learned early on that it didn't matter. If you phrased things right, then people who were actually those things worked for you. If you spent a little extra time, you could even have them walking out of the deal thinking you were the smart guy. But sweet-talking vendors into giving him a little extra just wasn't enough, and Jarren soon forcefully inserted himself into the world of politics to make that climb to the top. His ambition, while concerning, did have some good to it. He really did want to help out the little guy, it's just that he also wanted his fur boots in twelve different colors.
But politics is a dangerous game. And Jarren, who entered the ring with nothing but a sharp tongue and hungry pockets, crumbled under the temptation incredibly fast. He decided early on that there was no harm in looking the other way when it was someone else's head getting detached from their body, or that taking a bribe here and there never killed anyone. Directly. He made mistakes, lots and lots of enemies, and worst of all, realized that even after all this he was still one of the nicer ones. But the poor duros bit off more than he could chew one fateful day, leading to the murder of rival candidate Aleena Mos successfully pinned on him by another. With a growing mountain of people wanting to join the dog pile and the realization that he was growing more hated by the public by the second, Jarren fled the planet.
He now lives the life of a scoundrel, trailing off to wherever credits may be. It's not a perfect life, but honestly? With the way things used to be, it's actually safer sometimes. As long as he gets to strut around in nice clothing and get paid, then it's just as good as home.
He wasn't always that way though. The young man grew up in the outskirts of a verdant planet living like most settlers did, tending to the animals and whatever problem of the day his lifestyle threw at him. He wasn't the strongest, nor even the smartest, but he learned early on that it didn't matter. If you phrased things right, then people who were actually those things worked for you. If you spent a little extra time, you could even have them walking out of the deal thinking you were the smart guy. But sweet-talking vendors into giving him a little extra just wasn't enough, and Jarren soon forcefully inserted himself into the world of politics to make that climb to the top. His ambition, while concerning, did have some good to it. He really did want to help out the little guy, it's just that he also wanted his fur boots in twelve different colors.
But politics is a dangerous game. And Jarren, who entered the ring with nothing but a sharp tongue and hungry pockets, crumbled under the temptation incredibly fast. He decided early on that there was no harm in looking the other way when it was someone else's head getting detached from their body, or that taking a bribe here and there never killed anyone. Directly. He made mistakes, lots and lots of enemies, and worst of all, realized that even after all this he was still one of the nicer ones. But the poor duros bit off more than he could chew one fateful day, leading to the murder of rival candidate Aleena Mos successfully pinned on him by another. With a growing mountain of people wanting to join the dog pile and the realization that he was growing more hated by the public by the second, Jarren fled the planet.
He now lives the life of a scoundrel, trailing off to wherever credits may be. It's not a perfect life, but honestly? With the way things used to be, it's actually safer sometimes. As long as he gets to strut around in nice clothing and get paid, then it's just as good as home.
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