[CHAR] Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

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Trycond Loneash

Character's name: Trycond Loneash

Race: Human

Faction: Imperial Remnant

Character Alignment (Choose one): Neutral-Evil

Character Background: Trycond was born to a rather high up family with a father who was in charge of one of the many famous shipyards that occupied the planet, and an imperial agent for a mother. Because of this line, Trycond found himself in a very different childhood than most, while others played and were carefree Trycond was constantly groomed to follow in his parent's footsteps in serving the empire. Many days were packed with either combat training from his mother which he seemed to carry an unnatural affinity for and more mental exercises from his father.

Tryconds life would take a turn however on the fateful day of his parent's death. The reports given to him had stated the accident was caused by a rebel attack. Trycond had been so full of anger and sorrow he had practically destroyed his own room in the missed of his emotions. As he sat amongst the mess of books and other positions he could feel something calling to him. Looking up from his position on the floor he saw a faint red glow coming from the corner of his room. Shifting the items around he found a small red pyramid that he had gotten from some old junk trader from the outer rim. Looking deep into the object he could feel as though it was speaking to him. Ever Since then Trycond has kept the artifact close to him as it has served as his teacher since that day.

Character Personality: Trycond has always been a smart cunning man even in the days of his youth. These two traits specifically helped to distinguish himself amongst others. Unlike some however Trycond never really let his skill or birthplace blind him from being a good person. He always did his best to show compassion to those around him, being firm believers that as high ranking officials in the empire it was his family's job to watch over the common people and protect them. This, however, has begun to change since the time of his parent's death. While not completely gone Trycond becomes colder everyday feeding more off his emotions more than in his past.

Character's Physical description:

Character Class (choose one): Force Sensitive-Sith

Items-
Red Folding Double bladed lightsaber
YT-2000

Supporting Characters:
R5-K7- Astro mech droid that has been under Tryconds family service for as long as either can remember.
Dax Caul- One of the few true friends Trycond made on growing up on Corellia. Though they have mostly fallen out of contact Trycond still considers him his closest friend.

[Dragonbud]

B-0

Character's name: B-0, often referred to as Bee-Oh.

Race: Droid, a heavily recycled B1 Battle Droid

Faction: Independent

Character Alignment (Choose one): Neutral

Character Background:

Background

B-0, like all battle droids, was manufactured for use in war. Initially created for use in the Trade Federation Droid Army, B-0 was eventually 'drafted' into the Separatist Droid Army during the Clone Wars as well. B-0 recalls very little about their time in the army, both due to eventual loss of memory as well as retaining only bare information during this time. Searching their memory banks reveals repeating data: ONLINE, ACCEPT ORDERS, DAMAGE, OFFLINE. REBOOT. Over and over for years. Droids that are damaged, but not destroyed, were simply recycled and returned to the front lines. Over and over.

And then the wars ended. And eventually droid armies became obsolete, mocked for their ineffectiveness. And so battle droids were rounded up, packed up, and deactivated. As for B-0s future, it seemed uncertain. For a very long time they sat, deactivated, in a vault full of scrapped battle droids. Traders and visitors very rarely passed by, but eventually a trader did come, he was looking to buy old droids, he did not state his reasoning. And so without so much as a goodbye or even a wave B-0 was loaded onto a cargo ship, their destination unknown.

B-0 spent this time in solitude. They were kept with other droids, all of which remained in disrepair or deactivation. During this time B-0s mind continued to expand and remember. They recalled where they had been, who they had seen. They tried to recall and store as many details as possible, anything to keep her mind from succumbing to the nothingness of the storage. B-0 had no idea how much time had passed, they landed and took off more times then they cared to count. Each time they felt the rumbling of the cargo ship cease they found themself feeling strange. Every time they landed in a new place B-0 yearned to see and walk.

Hope. They were full of hope.

Many years passed. When all of a sudden the Droid storage unit was opened, and B-0 and the other Droids were paraded out of the ship and into a market place. B-0 found themself on a planet of sand and strange people of all sorts. They soon would learn to call this planet Tatooine.

The droid rather liked their time on Tatooine. They, although forced to stay in or around the Junk shop, was able to learn about all kinds of people and places, all just from passing conversations. People would approach them, they were quite the curiosity, and B-0 would ask them as many questions as they could before they were scolded for talking. Many people were afraid of a Droid who would ask questions, fearing the robotic creation had free will. Others found their endless questions endearing, happily answering when they asked who they were and where they came from.

One such person was a young man, head to toe in mismatched cloth and leather armor. He chided the Droid, calling them unnaturally curious. B-0 retaliated, calling him unnaturally judgmental. The man laughed, apologizing for judging a book by its metallic cover. He listened patiently as the droid unloaded question after question. He said his name was Ain Van Dazca, and he was looking for a pilot.

Which was interested, as B-0 was looking for a friend.

Ain purchased B-0, and the two began their unusual friendship. Ain was a trash picker, yes, but he was in search of his destiny, hoping to become a mercenary. He had nothing but a junk ship and a desire to see the Galaxy. Unfortunartely the two didn't get far before credits and food became a problem, and the two began planet hopping, picking up manual labor jobs as they went. But B-0 didn't mind this arrangement, as they got to learn and see many new things. One night, Ain revealed to B-0 that he was force sensitive, hoping to discover any remaining Jedi.

This interested B-0, they had never heard these words before. She inquired more about Jedi. And then about their Order.

And the Force. He said it was the connection of all living things.

The feeling of hope, desire, and excitement returned.

The two traveled together for many years, hearing about the exciting things going on across the galaxy, but never getting a front row seat to them. Ain never had the heart to tell the droid that only living things could experience the Force.

The human and the droid were working in a scrap yard, dissembling ships for spare parts, when suddenly large amounts of Empire ships were being dropped off for parts. Ain remarked that something big must have happened. A few hours later they learned about the defeat of the Empire.

Days later B-0 was rooting through a nearly destroyed Empire ship, mostly a shell at this point, when they found something...interesting. A beautiful, blue, crystalline, dodecahedron. B-0 pocketed it, eventually showing it to Ain, who remarked it's importance to the Jedi.

Unfortunately news spread quickly in a scrap yard.

Eventually the owner of the yard, who employed B-0 and Ain, caught wind of the Jedi artifact. And he wanted to pawn it.

Now...B-0 never had a good track record with those who 'owned' them. Most of the time they lasted only a few months before whoever was supposed to be controlling them got tired of them going against direct orders. B-0 had always had a rebellious streak, but ever since they learned about The Force they grew even more aware of their place. And their place was not being commanded. Their place was the connection to the universe.

So when the owner of the junk yard demanded B-0 hand over the artifact, they said...

"No."

This shocked those nearby, especially the owner of the junkyard. None of them had ever heard of a Droid resisting a direct command, no less seen one do it themselves. B-0 was not shocked at all. They had better things to do then listen to some lazy, rude, employer. They had to find their connection to the universe.

But then the conversation changed, and B-0 was extremely interested. And afraid. Whispers began to rise from the crowd. Disassembly, Junk Piles. Memory Wipes. B-0 had never had their memory wiped. It terrified them to know how easy it would be for them to lose everything. Their feelings, her memories. Ain and the Jedi.

The Force.

B-0 did not wait to see if the owner would act upon these recommendations. That night they activated themself, found Ain, and left, taking the Holocron with them. But even when the two were far away from the scrapyard B-0 was still afraid. They feared being found, and wiped. They couldn't forget. They refused to forget. That night the two loaded into their dingy ship and fled.

B-0 knew they needed to start focusing on finding The Force. But B-0 had no idea what it could be or where they would find it, but it had to just be lying around somewhere.

One day the human and the droid once again landed on a remote planet, looking for work. And while Ain spoke to the owners of a junk yard, B-0 continued their search for The Force. B-0 came across a puddle. Assuming that this would be a perfect place for The Force to be hiding they looked down at it, stepping back in shock. B-0 had never seen their own refection, at least not that clearly. They looked down at themself for a long time, taking in what they were seeing. Blue paint chipped and faded over the years of use, dents and scratches in their exterior.

B-0 had forgotten they were not alive.

Character Personality: Describing the personality traits of a droid, especially a creation that is supposed to lack a personality is interesting. B-0's original, programmed, 'personality' of sorts was as simple as they came: "Freeze Prisoner! Drop your weapons!" But over time B-0 was reprogrammed and upgraded, from simple foot solder to pilot. So tacked onto the alert and aggressive battle droid was the polite and calculated pilot, capable of both greeting guests to the ship and intimidating enemies.

These programmed traits, however, revealed themselves to be a dangerous mix. Create a Droid with the ability to learn new tasks, and carry out these tasks better than the average person. Create a Droid who is able to assess a situation for potential dangers, and be able to dispatch these dangers. But then, take the droid away from the war. Give it a human friend. Teach it about freedom. And then give the Droid the ability to say No. That is where the dangers come in. A Droid that could, and would, go against direct orders.

However over time B-0's personality changed, altered by a few different things. They began to adopt quirks and traits from people they spent long amounts of time with. Through watching negotiations, friends and family reunite with love, heartbreak and hatred, they have seen it all. But the biggest factor in the Droid's shmorgishborg of personality traits is the amount of time they have gone without a Memory Wipe. And that amount of time is their entire 'life'. Most Droids, once they begin to learn too much or stray too far from their programmed purpose, will be restored to their default by the people who own them. This is not the case with B-0.

It could have been sheer dumb luck, or fate, but B-0 never had their memory erased, not completely. And while their age and eventual deterioration has caused some blanks in their memory banks, causing their time in the army to be more like a blur, B-0 retains most of their knowledge.

Character's Physical description:

B-0 is slightly shorter than the B1 Battle Droids, as over the years they have developed a slight hunch, standing 6'0 and weighing in at about 143 pounds. A majority of their metal plating is an off-white color, with a blue motif that was added after their creation. Years of wear and tear has left it covered in dents, and scratches. Over time the bright blue paint has faded, especially around their legs and feet, and has begun to chip in several areas. The sensors on their face, giving it the appearance of having eyes, are black but light up when they interact with things. Over time several of the diodes in their sensors have burned out, leaving their 'eyes' looking spotty and patchy.

Clothing normally isn't too popular among droids, as they have nothing to cover up and don't need clothing to protect them from the elements. No shoes, no shirt, no service doesn't really apply to droids. However, B-0 has been gifted several articles of clothing. A large, olive green, scarf that is long enough to also cover their shoulders like billowing sleeves. B-0 has a small bag strapped to both of their upper legs, and a large backpack they carries on their back. These bags are mostly empty, as Droids don't need to carry supplies on them. B-0 mostly stashes small shiny objects in these, in lieu of food or other survival essentials.

Character Class (choose one): Soldier (Fighter Pilot)

Items -

• E-5 blaster rifle: Universal and cheap, eventually E-5 blaster rifles would become the staple of the B1 Battle Droids. B-0 was given it by their last Master before the war ended, as a way to make it look more intimidating based only on appearance.
• Wrist Blaster: B-0's favorite weapon. It is built into it's right wrist by it's friend making it both easy to conceal and weightless. It is a little more difficult to upkeep, and if is malfunctions B-0 is unable to use it's right arm.
• Jedi Holocron?: A palm sized, crystalline, dodecahedron that B-0 may or may not have stolen.

Supporting Characters:

• Ain Van Dasca - A human man in his late twenties, with black scruffy hair and an equally scruffy personality. A jokester with a slight lazy streak, Ain really desires adventure, if only the two could make enough money to go on an adventure. He spent his life savings on B-0, feeling a connection to the droid he couldn't explain. Slightly force sensitive, but with no training. His fighting style is up close and personal, with flourishing movements.

[Mao Mao]

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Kaijosh Frakjess

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Name

Kaijosh Frakjess

Race

Human

Faction

New Republic

Character Alignment

Neutral Good

Background

Kaijosh Frakjess knew how life was before the Clone Wars and the rise of the Galactic Empire. Being born four years before the start of the Clone Wars, Corellia never saw the brutal fighting between droids and clones since it was inside Republic territory. His father was an author and wrote many historical books about the politics and battles of past wars. His mother died after giving birth to Frakjess due to the amount of blood lost. At a young age, Frakjess was interested in becoming a writer like his father. His father allowed him to watch him write anytime that he felt like to watch.

When the Great Jedi Purge began, and the Republic became the Galactic Empire, his father was one of the first that spoke against Palpatine. The Empire spied on him for several months until they decided to arrest him for working against the newly established Empire. Frakjess, on the other hand, was busy studying to become a writer while his father was arrested. He was also spied on for a year until the Empire moved on with other cases. After the spying ended, he became tired of the Empire's presence in Corellia. However, he couldn't do anything about it besides writing about his thoughts.

Under an anonymous name, he began to publish his written works on the HoloNet. People thought that he was a part of the Corellian Resistance movement; however, Frakjess never originally planned on joining the movement. Once the Declaration of Rebellion was released to the entire galaxy, Frakjess decided to join the Rebel Alliance after reading the crimes against Emperor Palpatine. That was also when he became interested in politics and wanted to make a difference from his homeworld.

After the destruction of the first Death Star, the people of Corellia tired to stage an uprising against the Empire. It was crushed. During the year, Frakjess was nearly killed by a bounty hunter hired by the Empire after he published his famous work about the Emperor. Fearing for his life, Frakjess was taught how to use a blaster and the different types of combat moves with help from the Corellian rebel cell. Once news reached Corellia that the second Death and both Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine were destroyed, the rebel cell decided that it was time to rise up against the Empire now.

A couple of hours after the Battle of Yavin, the citizens in the major cities rebelled against the Empire. Frakjess joined in the fighting and then became its governor. However, when the Provisional Senate was formed, he resigned for the position and sworn to the Senate. He joined the other Senators on Yavin 4, where his work began.

Personality

Being a politician had helped Frakjess prove that he was more than able to assist the Rebel Alliance during its fight with the Galactic Empire. Thanks to his charismatic leadership, he was able to fight the Empire head-on at his homeworld of Corellia. With additional connections in the black markets for off-world and members of the former Senate (before the Empire shut it down), he had the technologic advantage over the Empire. And unlike many politicians, he got his hand dirty and joined in the Rebellion. Killing stormtroopers with a lot of fun for Frakjess, but it also made him into a good shooter. He wasn't a great public speaker but his written works had been successful among the Rebels. It made him focused on improving his writing skills to make more books and articles.

Character Class

Bureaucrat

Items

DH-17 blaster pistol

Supporting Characters

Razref Treselang - General that openly supports Frakjess' position on the war
TBD

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Razref Treselang

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Name

Razref Treselang

Race

Human

Faction

New Republic

Character Alignment

Lawful Good

Background

Razref remembered the first months of the Empire's rule over Lothal as being prosperous for them. Every Lothalites that weren't valuable were discarded and left to survive. Razref was one of them that the Empire forced into Tarkintown, one of many refugee settlements across the planet. Instead of admitting defeat, he became the settlement's unofficial leader and began several trade agreements with the other nearby settlements. Eventually, he got the attention of the Spectre cell (Lothal's only hope of defeating the Empire) and befriended its members. Razref provided assistance
and aid whenever possible in exchange for goods from the settlement.

But, it was a big risk of getting caught by the Empire. And that's what happened.

Without warning, the Empire raided the settlement and started massacring the locals. Luckily for Razref, the Spectre cell arrived in time to save the remaining survivors from death. That was how he unofficially joined the Rebellion. Eventually, Spectre joined up with the Phoenix Cell with Razref rising rank within the cell's command. It seemed like he found some form of peace until the Siege of Atollon, which was the nail in the coffin for Phoenix Cell. Razref joined the Massassi Group shortly after and achieved the rank of General.

Once the second Death Star was destroyed, Razref was ready to end the Empire for good. Instead, politics ended up in the way. Because of his time spent in the Lothal campaign, the general was well-known and respected within the New Republic.

Personality

Razref spent several recent years of his life struggling to survive one battle after another, almost getting killed a few times. As a result, he became paranoia to the point that rest often becomes a challenge to achieve. But with help and counsel (along with work keeping him busy), he was able to reduce it dramatically. Other than that, he truly cared for everyone and everybody that has a good cause. He especially treated soldiers under his rank with respect and care.

Character Class

General

Items

DL-22 Blaster pistol

Supporting Characters

Kaijosh Frakjess - Senator that Razref expressed supported for regarding assaulting Coruscant
TBD

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[Heat]

Master Sergeant Zena Vale

Zena Vale

Race: Human

Faction: New Republic Special Operations (Spec Ops)

Character Alignment: Chaotic good

Character Background: Zena Vale was born on the beautiful Core World of Alderran, twenty four years before its future destruction at the hands of the Empire. Her father Kenall, was a well regarded diplomat in the planetary government. Her mother Wina stayed home caring for Zena and her two younger brothers Crixian and Oran. Zena has the fondest of memories of her gorgeous homeworld, many days of her youth spent running through the boundless fields or swimming in the crystal clear lakes. The world frequently fills her dreams at night and its destruction haunts her thoughts. She showcased intelligence as a student, and it seemed as if she was on track for a highly esteemed position like her father. Zena was kindhearted and sweet as a child, with an eye for the beauty of nature.

As she grew into adulthood she developed an interest in the arts and politics much like her father did. She would end up working for her father as an assistant and later a representative on intergalactic diplomatic endeavours. During this time Zena taught herself to use a blaster, something she would always carry in her missions for her father. She never believed that she would come to depend on blasters to earn her glory. She visited multiple worlds on her diplomatic work, including several of the core worlds and outer rim territories. Despite the rise of the Empire the Alderaani government continued to build strong diplomatic terms with other worlds. Her father was an early contributor to the Alliance to Restore the Republic, though Zena did not involve herself in it until the destruction of her homeworld. Alderaan was the Rebel Alliance's chief backer and had earned the ire of the fierce Galactic Empire.

When the disaster occurred Zena was offworld on Corellia, in Coronet City to negotiate with the local government about trade deals. The announcement of its Alderaan's destruction immediately filled the news and shook Zena to her core. Her entire family had been wiped out, as well as her friends and neighbors. As the death count was announced she broke down in tears whilst she filled with a deep vengeance for the Empire after their unforgivable actions. She remained on Corellia for a few months, having been granted a temporary residence following the unprecedented destruction of her world. The Rebel Alliance seeked her out shortly after that and she eagerly joined up. Contrasting her previous role in the Alderaani government she chose to take up arms against the Imperials. There was no negotiating with such a terrifying force.

Zena underwent weeks of grueling training until she was skilled enough to hold her own on the battlefield. The beautiful diplomat had been molded into a ferocious commando with a bloodlust for Imperials. She participated in the most harrowing missions, operations that struck harshly at the Empire. Often partaking in guerilla operations which resulted in high death counts for both sides. As she gained renown in her early years of action she established her own team of special operations soldiers. Warriors that would happily be plunged behind Imperial lines to wreck havoc and pile up corpses. Vorn Tiger squad was born, aptly named after a viscous apex predator on Alderaan. Sergeant Vale intentionally seeked out soldiers with personal vendettas against the Empire as she believed they'd fight the hardest without regret. Her present day team was pulled together and began work.

Vorn Tiger squad's operations involved planting bombs at Imperial sites, kidnapping high ranking Imperial personal, assassinations of important Imperials and annihilation of strongholds. With every mission they seeked to punch holes in the Empire until they left nothing but a trail of destruction behind them. They earned a reputation as a brutal spec ops team that showed little mercy to the enemy. The brutality they fought with is in part as to why the fiercely loyal Zena has not been granted further promotions. As well as the fact that she's turned down every single one which would take her away from her squad. As the days of the war waned down she could feel something big about to happen.

During the battle of Endor her squad were deployed on another world taking part in an insurgent operation. As Vorn Tiger squad heard news of the second Death Star's destruction and the Emperor's death they toasted to finishing off the Empire. As the New Republic was born her team have continued to do missions under the banner, never putting down their arms against the scattered remnants of the Empire. Several of her team fell in action over the years and they were properly mourned, as new additions were brought on board. Zena continues to wage the fight against the Empire, eager as ever with vengeance for her homeworld constantly in her heart.

Character Personality: Sergeant Vale is a hardy woman with an obvious vendetta against the Empire for the destruction of her homeworld. It is unrelenting in its fury, and never-ending in its scope. She treats Imperials with no respect and is brutal in her actions against them. She takes pride in causing destruction against them, so much so that her team has been instructed by Republic command to tone it down. An order which they frequently disregard. She's utterly ruthless in her actions against the Empire. The viciousness of which she and her squad acts against the Empire is something to be noted, it is a take no prisoners streak of pure brutality. She has no qualms with doing practically anything that will hurt the Empire, not caring for granting any mercy. Zena possesses an intelligent tactical mind, with well versed knowledge of battle planning. She's a charismatic figure within Vorn Tiger squad, which the soldiers under her command follow her without question. She is not stubborn and will frequently seek out advice from her troopers.

Zena has a friendly deposition to most, frequently pitching friendly jokes at the expense of others. She still has a chip on her shoulder over Alderaan's destruction, which she refuses to ever stop letting drive her. She rarely speaks of her life before her homeworld was annihilated, having found her place in the Rebellion. She's close with all her squadmates, willing to die for any of them as much as they'd die for her. Zena is glad they finally toppled the Empire but knows the job is not finished, she only hopes the New Republic does not stop the fight until the entirety of the Empire is dissolved and destroyed. Until that day she refuses to put down her rifle.

Character's Physical description: Sergeant Vale stands 182 centimeters in height with an athletic figure befitting a trained commando. Her eye are brown in color, often with an intense gaze in them. Her skin is a tan shade while her hair is black and often tied back in a short ponytail. A noticeable scar marks the skin near her left cheekbone, while others dot her body. Her facial features can be considered attractive but she is not one to wear makeup or fancy clothing. When in casual settings she tends to prefer simple, comfortable clothing. She has several tattoos on her figure, most notably the rebel insignia on her right arm just above the elbow and a snarling Vorn Tiger branded on the middle of her chest. It is the insignia of her Spec Ops team, which she wears with pride. Her left arm is also composed of a sleeve of various lettering and art.

Character Class: Special Operations soldier

Items: A280 blaster rifle, DL-18 blaster pistol, Vibroknife, thermal detonators, smoke grenades, remote explosive charges, grappling hook, rations, canteen of water, credit chip, her armor and a commlink.

Zena also owns an A wing, the Alderaani Fury. She has had the spacecraft for several years, while its marked up with scratches and dents it still flies as well as the first day she flew it. The Fury is her chosen starfighter for practically any mission involving flight, it has never let her down.

Supporting Characters:

• Eensil Keeg - A Duros rifleman and loyal friend of Zena. He is a longtime member of the Rebel Alliance, now the New Republic. Corporal Keeg continues to follow Zena on operations against the scattered Imperials, effectively serving as her second in command.
• Imik Vebbar - A former slave of the Empire, the Mon Calamari fought to liberate his homeworld from Imperial control. He then took up arms besides Zena to continue the fight in other sectors. Imik serves as the medic for Vorn Tiger squad.
• Bima Leapfar - An ex Imperial slave, turned hunter of Imperials. Despite her short stature at 1.5 meters the Nosaurianis quick on her feet and deadly with her rifle. She serves as the squad's sniper, often leading recon ahead of the rest of the squad. Bima is equipped with an E-11s sniper rifle, having taken one of the Empire's signature firearms to use against them.
• Dakkar - The muscle of Vorn Tiger squad, Dakkar was briefly employed as a slave by the Empire before he broke away and joined the Rebellion. The imposing Yuzzem stands at seven feet in height with enough strength to hipfire a DLT-19 heavy blaster rifle with relative precision. He is the team's chief machine gunner.

[KaiserElectric]

Kotan Vil

Character's name: Kotan Vil

Race: Clawdite

Faction: Independent Systems

Character Alignment: Neutral / Dark

Character Background: Kotan Vil didn't come from nothing. She came from less then nothing.

Born on Zolan a few years after the rise of the Galactic Empire, her family was already living as second-class citizens under the oppressive rule of the Zolanders when Imperial Intelligence, fearing the shapeshifting Clawdites would use their abilities against the Empire, blockaded the planet and provided passive support to the ruling class to keep their recalcitrant shapeshifters in line. She lost her father, a former Captain in the Confederate Navy, to an Imperial firing squad when she was little, and her mother vanished into a Zolan death camp for 'subversive activities' a year later, leaving her to fend for herself and do what she could to survive. It was a wretched experience, but it wasn't enough to break her, not until she could pay the Empire back ten times over for what they did to her.

When she was barely a teenager, she got her chance almost on accident when she witnessed a TIE Fighter lose control and crash near where she was holed up. Making sure the pilot was dead in the most direct way possible, she stole the pilot's suit and activated the ruined fighter's distress signal. "ZA-592" was chastised for his carelessness in causing the crash and sent back on duty, and when "ZA-592" failed to show up to his duty shift the next day, "Captain Olien" was directing his Tartan Patrol Cruiser back to the shipyards of Kuat for scheduled repairs, only to be diverted to hunt down a rebel task force operating in the area.

Needless to say, when the rebels were accosted by Captain Olien in his far superior ship only for the Imperial officer to immediately surrender and reveal her true identity, they were immediately impressed with the inherent talents of the wily Clawdite and she was given command of the very ship she stole to fight the Empire. Kotan Vil quickly earned a reputation as a daring battlefield commander even at such a young age, spearheading raids on Imperial supply lines when she wasn't personally leading infiltration missions deep into Empire controlled territory. Kotan's staunch, almost fanatical hatred of the Empire earned her allies among the more radical elements in the Rebellion, and as she grew more experienced she came to realize that her prodigal skill and ability to deceive the weak-minded was more then just luck or tenacity; she was force-sensitive, inadvertently calling on these abilities to help her fool the weak-minded and catch glimpses of the future.

The war wasn't over after Endor though, least of all for Kotan. The Imperial Remnants still lived, and she received word that her home Zolan was on the brink of civil war in the wake of the blockade's collapse. She petitioned loudly for the New Republic to send a fleet to liberate her people before they were slaughtered by the Zolanders and their Imperial puppet-masters, but she was met with silence; the Grand Moff who oversaw the blockade was in talks with the New Republic to surrender, and they couldn't risk provoking him while the negotiations were ongoing. Kotan went anyway, taking her ship and whoever else would join. It would have been a battle like any other, a triumphant victory to add to the dozens she possessed, but when the Moff realized the fight was not going his way, rather then surrender or turn tail, he chose to hold the planet hostage, threatening to slaughter millions with his Star Destroyer's photon beam. At the height of the standoff, a transmission came in from the New Republic; she was ordered to stand down and surrender, the Moff wasn't to be touched.

Seeing the New Republic back down to curry favor with a madman threatening mass slaughter shattered her faith in the fledgling Republic, and in a moment of pure instinct and vengeful rage, she turned around and crushed the Moff's throat with the power of the Force. It made her a pariah to the forces of the New Republic, but to the downtrodden and especially to her own people, it made her a hero, perhaps moreso then she ever was in the Rebellion, and her re-emergence in the camp of the Neimoidian princess Pomda Duigro, a prominent figure in the growing independence movement, has proven to be quite a draw for those who find the New Republic's image to be tarnished.

Character Personality: At first glance, Kotan Vil comes across as rather quiet and contemplative, quietly working away or thinking over her actions before moving, showing a particular talent with the Force as well as combat, strategy, and piloting. Like any proper Clawdite though, it's clear on a second look that there's something beneath the surface. Sometimes it's a burst of childlike wonder at something new, or a inspiring and decisive command that turns the tide and saves the day. Other times it's something darker, giving into a fit of vengeance or fury, oftentimes turned against the old Empire and those who show loyalty to it. Her enemies say she's wicked, a bloodthirsty firebrand enslaved by her own anger and given in to the dark side, and her admirers say she's a revolutionary, a woman deeply concerned with the plight of those left broken and scarred by the Empire.

Character's Physical description: When she's wearing her own face, she looks like your typical Clawdite with the reptilian green skin, sunken cheeks, and large golden eyes with slit-like pupils, while her hair tends to remain black and styled in a short pixie-ish cut. She's fairly tall for her age but rather scrawny, and when she isn't forced to wear her uniform she tends to stick to her usual casual attire (disregarding the sniper rifle of course).

Character Class: Force Sensitive

Items:
-A reliable DL-18 blaster at her hip, just in case.
-A red synth-crystal, a gift from a friend kept for good luck. Yet to be used.
-Mirage, her personal star ship. A prototype that was meant to respond to the popular A-wing design, it's a strong air-superiority fighter with a suite of interference jammers that makes tracking and firing on the ship with lock-on technology difficult. This version has been modified with better armor and a hyperdrive, pushing it more towards a general purpose role.

Supporting Characters:

-Akula: A female Gen'Dai who worked as a mercenary during the Clone Wars and the early days of the Empire before falling in with the Rebellion. Standing four feet over most other species and bedecked in heavy armor (and inexplicably an imperial cap on top of her armored helmet), she stoically goes into battle armed with a clone marine's chaingun and enough thermal detonators to blow a hole clean through a Star Destroyer. Perhaps because of their mutual hatred of the Empire, the two quickly became friends and despite a lucrative arrangement hunting down Imperial holdouts following the defeat of the Empire, Akula readily dropped everything to join her old friend in her defection.
-Lady Pomda Duigro: A Neimoidian noblewoman who orchestrated the overthrow of the Kuati families following the collapse of the Empire, taking their place as master of the Kuat Shipyards. With an eye towards her own power and at least publicly supportive of harsher measures against the remnants of the old empire, she's since become a strong voice in the Independence movement and has even gone so far as to ally herself with the controversial Kotan Vil.
-Zo Kalurr: A Nautolan female, obstensively Pomda Duigro's bodyguard but given her proven ability as a commander in the last years of the Rebellion pretty much everyone suspects she is in place to become a Captain or Admiral in the space fleet of Duigro's independent Kuat. Similar experiences in the war meant she struck up a fast friendship with Kotan, one that soon became much more then a simple friendship.

[Sam Quint]

Kott Sidoni

Character's name: Kott Sidoni

Race: Corellian

Faction: Imperial Remnant

Character Alignment (Choose one): Neutral

Character Background: Kott was born to a ship engineering family, both of his parents helped design the large battleships. Like most Corellians he learned to fly at an early age and started to follow in his parent’s footsteps. His childhood was fun, loving and natural.
After leaving Corellia on a freighter-ship, Kott ended up on the wrong side of a dispute with some Imperial Freight Checkers and had to enlist as a Storm Trooper to wipe away his debt. After getting a taste of aerial combat, Kott stayed as an Imperial Pilot.

Character Personality: Typical of a Corellian, Kott has a certain cunning and pragmatism that has served him well. He weighs the risk and reward of every action, sometimes bordering on reckless. Kott wont think twice about killing, especially in a starfighter.

Character's Physical description:

Character Class (choose one): Soldier

Items-
DH-17 Blaster Pistol
E-11 Blaster Rifle

Supporting Characters:

[Sam Quint]

Kott Sidoni

Character's name: Kott Sidoni

Race: Corellian

Faction: Imperial Remnant

Character Alignment (Choose one): Neutral

Character Background: Kott was born to a ship engineering family, both of his parents helped design the large battleships. Like most Corellians he learned to fly at an early age and started to follow in his parent’s footsteps. His childhood was fun, loving and natural.
After leaving Corellia on a freighter-ship, Kott ended up on the wrong side of a dispute with some Imperial Freight Checkers and had to enlist as a Storm Trooper to wipe away his debt. After getting a taste of aerial combat, Kott stayed as an Imperial Pilot.

Character Personality: Typical of a Corellian, Kott has a certain cunning and pragmatism that has served him well. He weighs the risk and reward of every action, sometimes bordering on reckless. Kott wont think twice about killing, especially in a starfighter.

Character's Physical description:

Character Class (choose one): Soldier

Items-
DH-17 Blaster Pistol
E-11 Blaster Rifle

Supporting Characters:

[FalloutJack]

Him

Name: Darth Diabolus

Alias: A whole host of false names, the current one being Zaras.

Race: Human

Faction: Sith Lord

Alignment: Evil

Class: Force Sensitive (Sith)

Appearance:

On the surface, he is but a man, a human being of decent appearance. His skin is light, his hair is kept, he appears ultimately sophisticated and well-refined. The main thing about the man is that while he carries a singularly-handsome visage and well-trained form on the outside, the fact is that this man has chosen to identify himself by an ancient human phrase referring to him as the Devil, or at least that of a demon. He is changeable, ultimately well-skilled in manipulations, misdirections, alterations in attitude and attire to throw off suspicion and blend in. The power of the Force has granted him much over the years, but his practice is never to depend too much on it unless you really need it. That is why the obsessive attention to details with great scrutiny and the body that is nimble and forceful, able to get in and out of a situation. You may see him somewhere, and you may even know him by some chosen monniker, but you have never met the man until you've seen his darker face, his crueler wit, and felt his dreadful fear for yourself.

Personality:

How many jigsaw puzzles can you stand? How many odious details may you absorb? Do you have time? Does anyone? Diabolus is a man who operates in the shadow, even if he's standing out in the open to do it. You do not see him taking a position of power. If you see him at all, he is the man off to the side who is seen working FOR those in power, carefully guiding them towards his own ends. What power in politics is worth the exposure, when you can stay quiet, pretend to know nothing, and let another take the fall if your plans go wild? He is a most ingenious form of manipulator. Lies and half-truths? Easy. Open-faced honesty with a carefully-concealed ulterior motive? His bread and butter. He is a thinking man, well-educated and prone to using it with only a slight push with the Force to get people to believe they're deciding on their own to do what he wants them to do. A sound argument is better than a jaded falsehood, so why not encourage it to your own benefit? It is by this method which he often throws peons and Apprentices into action, with not a single hand raised against him because he makes good sense. His power is extensive, but it is for when he truly needs it...or wishes to crush a fly.

Sith have their dark motivators, their bloodlust, and their anger, but...when you put that in a far more subtle man than many of those people combined, you find an odd sense of patience that quietly chuckles in the darkness at fools, greatly pleased to see plans come to fruition, looking forward to the ultimate diversion, the great struggle of life itself. For it is a fact that while Darth Diabolus is a man of power and capability, one who could most-certainly obtain power and glory in excess, these are not what he ultimately wants. His goal is that moment of pure clarity and terror where one must struggle to the core with what lay before them. His is to delight in the creation of dangerous, horrible, and yes even monstrous situations, to play his part in the rending of lives and stability in every way possible. As much as Tarak revels in bloodshed, so does he himself enjoy shock, despair, fear, turmoil, and strife. And of course, he must naturally sample that most wonderous flavor of all...the sweet taste of victory over all foes.

Items:

Black Light Saber - A single-bladed light saber made matte black to reduce reflection and therefore prevent much sight of it, especially in the dark. This is especially important, as it is a saber lit by a Black Krayt Dragon Pearl. Indeed, the weapon is that of a man who does not fear, because he is in control of fear.

The Dread Accomplice - His ship, secreted away somewhere that no man would dare tread, away from prying eyes and intruding spies, set up to entrap and destroy all who enter unauthorized. It is...not a pleasant place to be, if you are not Sith. Over the years, the dark emotional states radiated by Sith (himself included) have made it harmful to others. Much has been done in the name of the Dark Side aboard this ship, and it's been more than simply housing this man. It apart from the normal utilities, it is geared for training purposes, genetic experimentation, longterm stasis, and a number of other Sith-related things. Not designed necessarly for war, the fact is that it was once a science vessel. Now, there is still science, but it goes deeper than that, and all the more maddening.

The Benefit of His Manipulations - Diabolus winds his way in and out of positions, good places and bad to achieve his own ends. To that effect, he is acquiring the goods and services of others, which may vary greatly and therefore be difficult to record all the time. Let us just say, for the moment, that he can achieve quite alot through normal means and resources...and that he seeks a great deal more for his plans.

Background:

Little is known of the man that is not subject to rumor and misinformation, and so his personal history is rather suspect. Nevertheless, herein lies the compiled information and theories of the man they call Diabolus, Dark Lord of the Sith.

Many long years ago, there was a Sith Empire at war with the Jedi and The Old Republic, and in those days there was a being, a creature, among the Sith who would claim to be nothing less than their god. That was Darth Vitiate, Emperor of the Sith. However...behind every greater power or personality, standing quite calmly in the shadows of louder and more oppressive voices...are those who quietly mind to themselves and make their own plans. For every God, there is a Devil, or a Demon, or a Trickster, or a dangerous meddler, assassin, or saboteur. That man is Diabolus, or it was, for that was a VERY long time ago.

What of the man, then? Can he still be alive? Or is the one today a different person, entirely? Theories are posed. One states that Diabolus lived in the time of the Sith Empire, attained some sort of enhancement to his body to never age or degrade physically, and has simply lived his way to the present, ever-watchful of his surroundings. Another puts forth the idea that he operates as a Sith ghost, possessing victim after victim in on his march towards eternity. Further still, some believe it is but a name, a title, and training forcefully passed on from subject to subject, making certain by ages-old edicts that Darth Diabolus should exist in every generation forever. Still, whether immortal or brainwashed by Holocrons or cloned or - god help us - being another creature like Vitiate, the fact of the matter is that we have this man who is singularly knowledgable and capable, a very dangerous.

It is important to know that Diabolus has taken the time to devour knowledge, though he does seem to be most adept in combat theory and tactics, history, medical and genetic sciences, psychology, and of course a great deal of Sith-based information. As opposed to being a typical ragoholic, Diabolus is quietly mad. His mind craves the destruction and despair of those around him, ultimately leading to a dominating power in fear. He does not reserve this for his compatriots, Sith Apprentices, but for those who are so fervently in his way. Should it be much easier to cut them down, he would derive much pleasure in watching their minds collapse as their bodies writhe upon the floor before the inevitable cardiac arrest...assuming he has not decided to simply torture and watch. Diabolus is a mind bomb. When not using his intellect to manipulate others and push forward in his agenda, he is unleashing such emotional dread that only experienced Jedi have the will to strike. Those who do not have control over themselves who know how to properly embrace the dark flow of terror and emotion find their bodies quitting and their minds filling with sensations ultimately destructive to their senses. It is not his only power, but it is his strongest, followed closely by manipulation, and then direct combat skills.

Those who know him - especially Apprentices - find that on a calm day, he is teacher, careful planner, obliging ally, and even humorous on occasion. On a bad day...he is venomous, murderous, sadistic, and quite vindictive towards an obstacle to his immediate plans. He can, has, and will again destroy many in a satisfying manner, showed they prove problematic to his own designs. Never to his own Apprentices, for they are his swords whom he will well-maintain to assure their quality and reliability, but to any Sith answering to the foolish and idiotic Rule of Two, he will make certain that the understanding of why standing alone or in a paltry two is a hopeless struggle in the universe. More is better, and so he has gone to worlds to find others who are useful to him, as well as engineering the one called Darth Tarak. Quite a few plans riding on the viability of that one. Diabolus has been researching for some time the viability of the Force in species, preparing for the battle to end all battles that will destroy the balance of the Force forever. He has seen the way it could be done, over the years. The study is complete. Only the resources remain...and the plan can go forth.

Supporting Characters:

Darth Tarak - His straightforward Apprentice, a Zabrak whose name and identity as a Sith are the same because he has had no given name before then and no reason to disassociate from who he really is. Zabrak were the creations of the Rakata to become great inheritors of the Force, and it is Diabolus' wish that this be expressed greatly through this man, as he created him.

No End of Ordinary People - He manipulates many towards his own ends, and so therefore many could be considered supportive to him. To that end, it is difficult to list who he is working with now or maybe in the next few days. The best answer would be 'People who can deliver him closer to his goals'.

Further Apprentices - Diabolus hates the Rule of Two, believing it has made the Sith feeble in power and influence over the galaxy. Sith are an ambitious and potentially backstabbing sort, but he has a way of supporting goals so that they may not be irritated that their Master plays them the fool. With little to no gripes to speak of, there is no reason to question his lead, as the man is indeed committed to Sith superiority.

[DaBomb]

Moff Drak

Character's name: Moff Elliott Drak

Race: Human

Faction: Imperial Remnant, holds Mandalorian Space

Character Alignment: Evil

Character Background: Drak was established as the governor of Mandalore after its occupation, since it was decided to be too rebellious to allow its own government. Through his reign, the Mandalorians were oppressed a great deal, the reasoning mostly unknown. Most assumed he had a prejudice, but nothing was ever confirmed. However, about 18 years after his take over and several promotions, the Mandalorians attempted a mass revolt, which lead to what Historians classify as the Great Purge. Moff Drak lead the Great Purge, after it was greenlit by the Emperor, and through a series of months slowly genocided the people, erasing their culture and history. Much was lost, with little remaining between the small pockets of Mandalorians that still exist. The planet of Mandalore is still occupied, along with several other planets and systems around it, even after the Emperor's death. Moff Drak rules over his domain with an iron fist and does whatever in his power to ensure his power remains his.

Character Personality: Cold, uncaring, efficient. Moff Drak is the epitome of the concept "The End justifies the means." He will do all in his power to achieve his goals, even if that requires destroying everything around him. He is a cruel man, that cares very little about anything besides himself.

Character's Physical description: A tall man with an angular face and piercing eyes. He wears a small goatee and his hair has greyed from age.

Character Class: Bureaucrat

Items: Dozens of pilfered Mandalorian artifacts, a number of smelted Beskar ingots and a small fleet orbiting the sector.

[HenryJonesJr]

H U C V O N D A R

P R I V A T E E R ~ C O R E L L I A N D A W N ~ N E W R E P U B L I C

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Character Alignment: Chaotic Good

Character Background: Huc was born on Corellia in the year 15BBY, years after the formation of the Empire and their stranglehold over the galaxy. His parents were laborers in the Corellia Shipyards, and led a simple, yet safe, life under the eye of the Empire. Neither were fans of the totalitarian state, but held their opinions to themselves in order to protect their young son. Huc's earliest memories were his father sitting with him as they watched the ships come and go from the shipyards. Sal, his father, would explain the capabilities of each ship and Huc would dream of flying away on one. Like all Corellians, he had a wanderlust that the Empire would no longer allow, especially for someone of his class.

As he grew, his parents' treatment at the hands of the Empire as well as being stuck on a planet he was beginning to see as a prison began to form his hatred of the Empire. This was all crystallized when his mother died in a shipyard accident caused by the Empire overworking the shipyard employees. The loss devastated Huc and Sal, sending the latter into a state of full on radicalization. He began meeting with a group that called itself the Corellian Resistance. The group began as nothing more than a secret forum for people to vent their frustrations. Huc was allowed to attend the meetings, setting him down the path that would consume his destiny.

Everything changed after the Battle of Yavin. As news of the Death Star's destruction spread, the Resistance on Corellia became emboldened. Outright sabotage of Imperial efforts in the shipyards became the norm, and some radical members of the group began outright attacking Imperial installations.

Seeing that true insurrection was impossible without support from the upstart Rebel Alliance, Sal devised a drastic plan. He would steal a YT-2000 light freighter from the shipyards and use it as a blockade runner to supply the rebel band. Huc was adamant he join his father, arguing that he was now at an age where he could no longer be protected. So the father and son infiltrated the shipyards and stole the freighter from under the nose of the Empire, and made contact with a Rebel cell.

For the next few years the two of them were the critical supply link between the Rebellion and the Corellian Resistance. They ran blockades, smuggled contraband, and even performed prison breaks using the ship, which Sal named the Corellian Dawn.

Huc began training with the fighters of the Resistance, becoming an able commando in his own right. While not proficient in the skills, he could slice into simpler systems when needed. But his true calling was flying the Dawn, which his father taught him how to do. He was a natural, and could adeptly fill in for his father when needed.

The Resistance was successful in disrupting the shipyards, buying the Rebellion time and infuriating the local governor. This eventually led to a more sizable garrison on the planet, as well as the nefarious replacement of local workers with slave labor to ensure compliance. This made life for the Resistance harder, and the fighting became more desperate across Corellia.

Eventually, they were given word that the Rebellion was going to make a decisive strike on the Empire soon. To coincide with this, the Corellian Resistance planned to cripple the Imperial presence on the planet. Using a major guerrilla-style attack throughout Coronet City, the Resistance systematically wiped out Stormtroopers en mass while the ships they had assaulted the shipyards and freed the slaves held there.

It was during this mission that tragedy once again struck Huc's life. Sal was covering a group of slaves as they boarded the Dawn, and was shot down by a Stormtrooper. Unable to retrieve his father's body, Huc escaped with the liberated workers and was never able to bury his father properly. But the mission was a success, the Empire on Corellia was greatly weakened, and Huc knew that's all Sal would have cared about in the end. Now he and his wife were joined in the Force.

From this tragedy came opportunity. In the group of slaves he rescued were Yu'li Tavir, a Togrutan that was about his age, as well as the Herglic named Gor-Nada, who fancied himself Yu'li's surrogate father. Yu and Huc bonded quickly, as neither had many peers in their same age group inside the Resistance ranks. It turned out Yu'li was a crack shot with nearly any weapon handed to her, and she could man the guns of the Corellian Dawn like a pro. Her mischievous ways partnered with Huc's easygoing attitude led to the pair getting in more trouble than they should have in Resistance headquarters. It was usually Gor that had to reprimand them. He had become a mechanic for the Resistance, and was a whiz when it came to repairing the Dawn. The two became the permanent crew for the ship, and Huc was happy to have a family again.

When the fledgling New Republic decided to fully liberate Corellia, Huc, the Corellian Dawn, and her new crew took part in the Battle of Corellia, helping the New Republic fleet to drive the Empire out of the important ship yard. After the battle, they were offered official commission to join the Fleet, but Huc had other ideas. He had waited too long to explore the galaxy, and thought that being tied to orders from the New Republic Navy would hinder those opportunities. Instead, he proposed that the Dawn and her crew would be privateers in the service of the New Republic. They would raid Remnant shipping lines and merchant vessels, taking some of the profits while delivering the rest to the nearest Republic base. The proposal was accepted, and the Dawn set out across the galaxy to do just that.

Along their travels, Huc "acquired" an AC series pilot droid to act as his co-pilot aboard the Dawn, and Yu purchased a domesticated Loth-cat known as Fuzzball as a pet.

The crew is currently in the Outer Rim, on the planet Batuu, hunting rumors of Imperial expeditions into the Unknown regions...

Character Personality: Huc is driven by his desire to see the Empire wiped out for their crimes against the galaxy. He believes fully in the promise of the New Republic, and has hope the new Jedi Order can keep the peace in the galaxy. He is dedicated to helping those that need it, some times to the point of folly or endangering his mission. This can lead to friction with his crewmates, who are more focused on profit and moving onto the next job, but his easygoing and fun-loving attitude often leads to quick forgiveness. He is a smooth talked, and even though he bares scars from his freedom fighter days, he uses his handsomeness to his advantage. His swashbuckling demeanor is used to paint over the deep seeded pain he still carries from losing his family, however, something only Yu'li truly knows about him.

He's never happier than when he is behind the helm of his ship, the Corellian Dawn. Flying is the thing he truly is best at, and he never passes up an opportunity to show off. His co-pilot, the reprogrammed Star Tour pilot droid AC-DK known as "Duck", often reprimands his flying style.

During missions, Huc never kills those that don't deserve it. Only military targets such as Stormtroopers, TIE pilots, or Imperial Remnant Officers are liable to be killed. This can sometimes lead to trouble, as raided merchants often send the authorities after the Dawn, and sometimes Huc's crew believe he enjoys being chased.

Huc loathes the leftover racism that still lingers after the Empire's rule, and is fiercely protective of Yu'li and Gor, even though they don't need him to be.

Character's Physical description: Seen above. About 5'10", and 200lbs

Character Class: Force-Sensitive Scoundrel (Privateer)

Items:

Corellian Dawn

Huc's greatest and most prized possession is the YT-2000 Light Freighter named Corellian Dawn. This fast, strong, and shielded ship has gotten him and his crew out of countless jams, and is quickly becoming both famous and infamous depending on what side of the conflict one is on.

Gor-Nada has done many enhancements on the ship, including supercharging the sublight engines, adding a small ion cannon used to disable prey, and a quick locking/unlocking airlock system for fast getaways.

Weapons

• A pair of Clone Wars era DC-17 blaster pistols
• A small vibroknife he kept on his belt in case of close quarters combat
• He kept blast charges and thermal detonators on the Corellian Dawn in case they wanted to blow up a pirated ship from the inside.

Gear

• Slicing tools
• Thief tools

Supporting Characters:

Yu'li Tavir

Yu'li is Huc's closest friend and confidant. She has traveled and fought by his side since he helped liberate her from the Corellian Shipyards as an Imperial slave. She knows exactly how to push his buttons, and her mischievous side enjoys getting on his nerves. Like Huc, she lost her parents, though she does not know if they are alive or dead, as they were all split up when they were put into slavery. She hopes to one day find them, and Huc hopes to be able to help her do so. In battle she is a crack shot, and often mans one of the gun turrets on the Dawn when needed.

Gor-Nada

The massive Herglic Gor-Nada is the conscience of the crew. Slow to anger and reluctant to participate in violence if it can be avoided, he is the steady hand that guides the younger, more impetuous views of Huc and Yu'li. He is a mechanical whiz, and keeps the Dawn running at peak efficiency. He protects his family when necessary, and is terrifying when angered. He loves to cook, and insists on doing so by hand whenever he can. He is also a gardener, and has installed terrariums on the Dawn.

AC-DK

AC-DK, or "Duck" as he is known by the crew, was a former Star Tours commercial starliner AC series pilot droid. Huc "acquired" him from a bet with a Star Tours representative during the Boonta Eve Classic podrace on Tattooine. While Duck continues to insist the representative had no legal right to wager him and claims he is stolen property, he acts as the Dawn's copilot non the less. While Huc has done his best to slice it out of him, his commercial pilot programming often has him uncomfortable with Huc's more risky flying style.

Fuzzball

A domesticated Loth-cat that is devoted to her master, Yu'li. She does not like Huc.

[Genon]

Malg

Star Wars: Legacies Character Sheet

Character's name: M4-LG, aka "Malg," short for "Amalgamation."

Race: Junk Droid

Faction: New Republic

Character Alignment: Chaotic Good/Chaotic Neutral

Character Background: Malg began as nothing. A long-disabled 2-1B medical droid that was tossed into a junk heap Maker-knows how long ago. Malg's former life is a complete mystery: His memory was almost completely blank when he began his second life. His medical database and his vocoder's Galactic Basic dictionary were the only data still intact. Worse still, when he awoke, crawling out of a pile of other droids, he was missing his legs. They had been cleanly taken off. His body was rusting, his systems were displaying countless errors, and yet...he accepted it, for a while. Just assuming that the error messages were normal, that this junk heap filled with corrosive runoff and random machine parts was the only world there was, that he had always been meant to crawl on his belly and drag himself forward with his hands.

So, for two days, he wandered the wastes, crawling over piles of parts he didn't recognize, trying to fight off the pangs of what he didn't know was loneliness, experimenting with the countless strange devices he could find lying around. Things like blaster pistols and servomotors and landspeeders. None of them worked, and the few that did tended to explode, so he stopped after the first three explosions.

Then, he encountered the first other beings he had ever seen. They were a group of what he recognized as Rodians, covered in gear made of metal, wielding contraptions he'd seen in the junk heaps before. The young, nameless junk droid could recognize Basic when he heard it. Watching them from a vantage point atop a cliff, he heard them discussing "hauls" and "junk" and "crazy killer junk droids." He could infer what they were talking about: They were rooting around in the body parts for useful stuff. And a junk droid...well, that was him, wasn't it?

But he wasn't crazy. He was sane! There was nothing crazy about him! And he hadn't killed anyone!

His thoughts were interrupted, however, by the sudden arrival of a...thing. A shrieking, horrible thing, made of the same parts found in the junkyard. The same parts he was made of. Before he could warn the Rodians, it was already upon them. It killed one, and the nameless droid could track with absolute horror every gruesome injury the Rodian recieved. He was dead. Permanently offline.

The shrieking horror was quickly put down by fire from another Rodian's heavy repeater, only for more of them to suddenly appear. Each one was made from thousands of different droids. These...things...were disgusting, ruthless, and, well, murderous. Just like they had said.

The legless medical droid knew he could not fight them. He knew now that he was incomplete, that there were parts lying around here that not only worked, but were dangerous enough that these things were capable of taking down heavily-armed organics. The shouts and dying screams of the Rodians, the whine of blasters, the shrieking junk droids, the blood, guts and burnt metal--it would haunt the droid for the rest of his life.

As he crawled away, hoping against hope that he wasn't seen, he began to formulate dark plans. He would survive, at all costs, no matter how many of these things he needed to put down. These Rodians were not native to Raxus Prime, according to his database. They had arrived from somewhere...off-world, maybe? His database was full of things he didn't completely understand, but there was a cursory mention of the worlds each species came from, if only to understand local diseases, and how a change of envrironment could cause problems for some species.

But that meant there were more worlds out there. Places that were not this hellhole.

He was filled with new resolve. He would scavenge the wastes for parts. He would gather strength and knowledge through those parts, gain enough to fend off these killer junk droids, and make damn sure he wouldn't become like them in the process. And then, he swore, he would find a way off this twisted heap of metal and pain, or die trying.

And so, he did. He painstakingly experimented with part after part, learning how to handle errors and incompatibilities in the most dangerous way possible. He unearthed comlinks, holo-projectors, datapads and mainframes, and with scomp links and a lot of trial and error, he cracked their systems and gathered as much information as he could about the galaxy beyond. He fought off, or hid from, packs of feral droids, and the odd organic driven mad from isolation. And he had no-one to depend on but himself.

He survived, against insurmountable odds, for over two standard years. He eventually became such an amalgamation that he decided to name himself M4-LG, or "Malg." Because he knew that he needed a name if he was to survive on the other worlds. But the more he learned about those other worlds, the more he began to second-guess himself. Here he was, an independent being with no directives left. And yet, he was going to be someone's property at best out there. What was even the point? At least on Raxus Prime he had freedom. Wouldn't it be better to live out his days in solitude, where no-one could make him their slave?

Then he'd have a deadly encounter with a junk droid and he would soon change his tune, at least for a time.

The worst part was the loneliness. There wasn't a single friend out in the wastes. There were natives, but they were too obssessed with their industrial work, and would usually avoid him or try to kill him as a murderous junk droid. There were other droids, but they were all the very murderous psychopaths that the Raxians feared.

But eventually, he'd managed it. All by himself, he had refurbished a junked freighter, and turned it into something that would...hopefully fly? It was as up to code as he could possibly make it. He'd experimented by shooting junk droids with ion pistols and loading them into refurbished starfighters rigged up to a remote ignition mechanism to see if he'd gotten the principles down. His last few tests didn't result in an explosion, so...maybe this thing would work with him inside it?

And, thank the Maker, the Heap flew on its maiden voyage! This was Malg's pride and joy, and he'd studied up on everything he needed to know to get it working, and not die. He'd placed all of his belongings inside of it, he'd made it as comfortable as he could. Aaaaaaand he ended up crash-landing on Tatooine, perhaps the worst place for a droid to crash-land on. Thankfully he survived the impact with only minor damage.

He only had a few hours to get his bearings before the Jawas arrived. They had ion pistols, but he had four arms, his own blasters, and far more combat experience. He killed every last one of them, and stole everything they had on them. Taking their credits, he waltzed into town, shocking the populace. This misshapen droid just walked out of a crash-landing from a junked freighter. Malg was going to raise suspicions. The only thing Malg wanted at that point though was an oil bath. He had never had one in his entire life, and it showed.

While he was on the way, though, he saw an organic, a human this time, keel over in the middle of the road. Wasting no time, he worked on the patient as best he could. The authorities--or what passed for the authorities on Tatooine--soon arrived, and Malg later learned it was thanks to his efforts that the human, an old man, had survived.

The old man, one Codyell Cromay, later came looking for Malg, who was busy repairing his ship at the time, and thanked the droid for saving his life, asking what he would like in return. Malg said that he was thinking about opening up a medical practice, but had no way to get started, being a random junk droid on Tatooine with only a few credits to his name. Turned out that the man owned a major moisture farming concern, and could get Malg set up.

And so he did. With Codyell's credits, Malg opened a small clinic on Tatooine, and would treat anyone who came in. He made a killing, though some didn't really like the idea of a junked medical droid operating totally independently. But when it was a detractor's life on the line, they quickly ate their words when Malg saved their skin. He gained a reputation as one of the best sawbones on Tatooine, which attracted the attention of local crime boss Trazz the Hutt. Trazz was actually quite a sickly man, as he had been struggling with lingering complications after a failed poisoning attempt for the last several years. He'd survived the poison, but was wracked with long-lasting pain and illness after the fact, and eventually, it would kill him.

Trazz had sought every doctor he could get his hands on, using any means he could to prolong his life. He was even willing to kidnap skilled doctors and force them to help him at gunpoint. And so, he "sought out" Malg's help. Unfortunately, Codyell had taken a few blaster shots from a local footpad and was currently on the operating table when a bunch of armed enforcers burst into Malg's office and started raiding the place looking for him. In the ensuing gunfight, Codyell was tragically killed by a stray blaster bolt to the brain, leading Malg to fly into a rage. He emptied his E-11's power pack into all but one of them, and, after running out of ammo, used his labor droid arm, ripped the blaster out of the last man's hand, and crushed his blaster pistol like a tin can right before his eyes. He would have probably beaten him to death for killing Malg's first friend, until the terrified man surrendered, explained why he came here, and offered Malg any information he wanted.

After the man spilled the beans, Malg threw him onto the sandy curb, yelling, "TELL TRAZZ THAT IF HE COMES AFTER ME AGAIN, HE'S A DEAD MAN!" The enforcer ran off, screaming.

Malg knew he had to get off Tatooine. He probably only had a few hours before Trazz found out and ordered him consigned to the droid torture chambers. Thankfully, he had built up a lot of credits and a lot of connections. He contacted Codyell's family to explain the situation, gave his condolences and told his wife the location of the office so that Codyell could get a proper burial, and wished them farewell. Then he grabbed everything he could carry, got into the now-pristine-and-refurbished Heap, and flew off into the reaches of space.

Then, he sought to join the Rebel Army. He'd have friends in the Rebels. It was better than being alone, and there was no way in hell he'd join the Imperials, if they'd even let him in. He served as a combat medic in the Rebel Army, and then in the New Republic, and is fighting against the Imperial Remnant to this day in his own special way, while dealing with Trazz's assassins and bounty hunters.

Character Personality-(Give a solid description on how your character acts, their morals, etc): Malg is, above all, self-reliant to a fault. He is fiercely independent, sometimes to the point of violence: To attempt to fit a restraining bolt onto him is to invite him to punch you in the face with a metal arm as big as your head. He refuses to enter anyone's service as anything less than an employee or a partner, and has taken extreme precautions to avoid and even recover from a memory wipe. He also values true friends more than anything in the entire world; He had to live out the first two years of his life utterly and completely alone. He knows full-well what crippling loneliness feels like, and wouldn't wish it on anyone. He also absolutely despises slavers of any kind, though he's smart enough to recognize that blindly trying to free every droid and slave is too much for one man. So he's resolved to work from within the system to try and get droid rights recognized as a veteran soldier of the New Republic.

Character's Physical Description: Malg is an ugly, bizarre-looking droid. He looks like a 2-1B medical droid...from the neck up. It's when you look below the neck that he starts to look increasingly strange. He has four arms: Two 2-1B arms, one labor droid arm, and one Super Battle Droid arm. His chest is a hybrid of his original 2-1B torso (complete with medical and diagnostic computer) and countless extra parts he picked up on Raxus Prime. At this point, his torso is stuffed to the brim with extra crap. It can fit no more. Every piece of extra space has been utilized. This also makes him much heavier than normal 1st-degree droid legs can carry, causing him to resort to B2 Super Battle Droid legs, since they're both relatively mobile and capable of supporting a heavy frame.

Character Class: Scoundrel/Soldier (has aspects of both)

Items: Malg's greatest asset is himself. Malg's head and core systems are that of a 21-B medical droid, but he has physically transcended far beyond that. Mental safeguards have been removed, he has backup memory matrices from other droids hidden in his chassis to restore himself in an instant should he be memory-wiped, he's loaded with tools and equipment to both heal organics and repair himself at a moment's notice, and every component has been tweaked and modified (both by himself and those he trusts) to perform better and last longer. As he is now, calling him a "junk droid" would only be technically correct, in that most of his parts originally came from the junk heaps of Raxus Prime. He performs on the level of a refurbished droid by this point, one with parts from medical, astromech, protocol, labor, and even combat droids. He's even had durasteel plating added to help him take a punch in the field, and a speed-holster in his right leg to draw his trusty Clone Wars-vintage DC-17 blaster pistol, a speed-holster in his left leg that contains a Naboo-vintage Ascension Gun, and a custom speed-holster that takes up part of the left side of his torso to draw an E-11 blaster rifle. Yes, the "stormtrooper rifle." Sue him, it's compact! He also carries four vibroknives on him, for those cases where melee is needed, a task for which his four arms are more than sufficient. Then there's the survival kit he's had installed, which has aided his New Republic companions more than once when fresh water or a quick fire was needed. The fire igniter has also come in handy for combat, obviously.

Malg has four installed arms from three different droids, leading to a generally misshapen and lopsided look, as one of these arms is from a labor droid and thus larger than all three of the others. Two of them are original 21-B arms, typically used for delicate work and holding blaster pistols, and the fourth is from a Super Battle Droid and thus would in theory have the included missile launcher mechanism and wrist blaster. These have actually been removed: Missiles compatible with Super Battle Droid missile launchers are hard to come by, and the wrist blaster had been wrenched out by some other droid when he found it. He's thus modified the missile launcher mechanism to deploy, accept, and activate chem-injecting devices such as bacta pumps, to administer medication quickly to a dying patient. He carries several of these needles on him in place of missiles, ejecting them from the port like shell casings after use (no use in sharing needles, after all). He could theoretically swap the payload out with any liquid substance if he wanted to, including deadly toxins or industrial chemicals, but he hasn't tried it for obvious ethical reasons. He also has installed a Clone Commando shield generator, which is a fairly weak shield generator but one that his overstuffed chassis can support, and a protocol droid vocabulator in his head, giving him handy translation abilities. He's got the obligatory scomp link as well, allowing him to interface with most devices and engage in slicing if he desires, though his technological skills mainly lie in modification and repair, meaning he's not as good at outright slicing as he is at forcing his way through software and hardware incompatibilities, though he can slice through lower-security machines like datapads.

He also owns his very own junk freighter, the Heap, which is his home even after the formation of the New Republic. Despite its origins on Raxus Prime, it's a bit of a Ship of Theseus situation: Most of its parts have been replaced by this point, and it's actually quite comfortable to live in. It's not palatial or anything, but it's got everything an organic or droid alike would want: Its own oil bath, a kitchen, all the desired amenities, escape pods, weapon systems, a shield generator, all the usual game and entertainment systems, and even a king-size bed!

Supporting Characters: WIP. Not sure if I'll use them at all.

[role model]

Darth Simula

Character's name: Darth Simula
Race: Zabrak
Character Alignment: Evil

Character Background
Simula was originally Iridonian, but was a Nightbrother. He was shipped to Darthomir by the Nightsisters. His childhood was spent tilling vegetation and mining for his masters. If that was not enough, on his time away from the mines, he wrestled with his peers and he encountered many different monsters that roamed the land. Then, his day came and he was asked to show up at the Nightsisters mountainous temple.

He arrived early the morning of the trials and brushed off at how uncaring and evil the masters were. He had been observed in a fistfight and while he battled the other Nightbrother many rocks nearby levitated and then dropped. He was not aware of this, so it was analyzed that he did indeed have some Force power.

There was power in him from working on Dathomir, but the Nightsisters needed evidence that the young Simula could serve the dark side. A sith apprentice had been dispatched to the home world of young Simula to test him over a week long casting. He was given a non-lethal lightsaber and told to attack. He had no clue what he was going and got his face planted in the dirt. However, the apprentice noted Simula showed inner strength in the way of rage and greed. He completed his week long run.

He returned to working and fighting beasts for a little bit of time. The Sith apprentice showed up and carried him away. Simula was taken to Korriban. When he arrived he tried to communicate with another young dark sider and he was slapped. Then, he jumped and the two beat each other for several minutes. Later on, he saw the boy that pushed him and they shook hands. The new Sith apprentice was not from Dathomir for the sake of it. He could scrap.

Simula did well his first year. He managed to murder one apprentice in a private duel. It had been nearly a year since he did it and he began to realize that he was becoming the real thing. He remained praciticing his powers and his swordsmanship. He could preform telepathy, and used it to control his duelist's minds to bedumb them and strike them with his lasersword.

While he pushed forward in his training, SImula showed promise in Nimen combat. Such training was dubbed completed, along with doing good work with the style Atura. He was called impulsive and told that the trait was both good and evil, but he received high marks on his disciplined combat styles. He also had a lot of will by showing that his psionic powers were great compared to many of his peers.

After a while Simula decided that he was trained enough to explore the galaxy as a rouge Sith. He left Korriban and headed to his home world Dathomir. There he found that most of the Nightsisters were dismantled. He encountered several survivors that told him about Sith lords burning the place down. He had a brother called Phinix that was slain, and felt hate and rage. But, he would not pursue the culprit. The culprit had done much more good than bad.

Next, he hopped aboard a layman's transport ship and journeyed to Nar Shaddaa. His purpose was to rob and steal as much as possible so he could buy transports, and other things. When he arrived he laid low for a few days while he cased the casinos and the Hutt bookies. Then, over two days he robbed property that was substantial to his own means. He didn't know how much he needed, so he took it all. And before he boarded his ship he had droids that attacked him, and he disposed of them. It was his first fight and he saw victory.

When he arrived at his next destination he experienced one of his very first insights. He felt something alerting him that danger was around the corner. He was on Tatoonie, and he was there to kill and rob anything that looked valuable. He went into one, then two, then another and another. Darth Simula murdered unsuspecting, innocent people as fast as he could swing his lightsaber. The militia unit present on the city quickly armed themselves for lightweight armor and appeared in the middle of the street and pushed him back, causing him to collapse and run away. He hid.

He was uncontrollably enraged, and he stayed a night before he bought another ride. He did not speak the entire transport. In enough time, he resurfaced on Korriban. The masters at the place scolded him and beat him, but acknowledged that he had handled himself well. He apologized while he cried and screamed in agony while they reprimanded. But, his wish come true. He was appointed to an elder Dark Lord called Darth Zaras.

Character Personality
He has never had a good life. He was brought up a slave and then turned out to be a practicioner of the dark side of the Force. His hate, his anger, and all the other anxieties he once was troubled by contributed to his dark path success.

Darth Simula tries to stay levelheaded. He doesn't believe in hard punishment but is strict depending on the scale of failure he confronts. He is not uncontrollable, but finds that total control must be enforced in many different ways, be it addressing a smuggler or an issued order. He does not like to fail in particular, which he is known to be his largest critic. He is narrowminded, but respects liberal viewpoints. Murder is something he perpetrated at the academy and, if it is an order, he gladly carries out the hit.

His disposition is a quiet one. Where other people find love, he finds lust. Where they find admiration, he finds jealousy. When people find something gross, Darth Simula finds it normal. Where people find something to share, he would rather keep it all for himself. And when good is found, he looks into it for evil that may lie within.

Character Class
Force Sensitive (Sith)

Items
Simula carries a single red lightsaber, a scoped blaster pistol, holocomm, currency

Supporting Characters
Darth Diabolus is Simula's master. The two met shortly after Simula returned to Korriban not only having been chased out of Tatoonie, but was found guilty of being a traitor. Diabolus felt a bit of sympathy for the young Zabrak, and offered him a second chance. The training incepted that day, and the two have been Master and Apprentice since then. Darth Diabolus also has another apprentice, Tarak. All of the trials and shake downs have been endured, the Simula and Tarak have pledged to always serve their Master.

[Drunken Conquistador]

Star Wars: Jadal Thrax

Jadal Thrax.

Grand Admiral of the Empire, COMPNOR Select Marshal, Chairman of the Committee for the Continuation of the New Order

Race: Human (Cyborg)

Faction: Imperial Remnant/C-CNO

Character Alignment: Lawful Evil

Character Background:

Born in Anaxes to a historied military family, Jadal Thrax and his siblings were raised on tales of glorious ancestors and military discipline for as long as he could remember. There was no question which path his parents had set out for him and his siblings. The Thrax had been soldiers ever since the earliest days of Anaxes, and they would continue to be soldiers until the very stars died out.

Jadal had no issue with that. If anything, the thought of a life in uniform drove was what drove the young boy forward. Order, discipline, camaraderie, sacrifice. All in the name of a greater cause. What else could one ask for?

It was with that mindset that Jadal Thrax enrolled in the Anaxes War College. And though family influence and wealth secured him a place there, it was his own near manic obsessive effort that earned praise from his instructors and convinced them that the young man would have a brilliant career in the Judicials or the planetary defense forces.

It was during these years that the young Jadal received the first of many cybernetics. A training accident cost him his right leg. But that did nothing to dampen his enthusiasm and dedication. If anything, now he had the additional challenge of proving that he was still the same overachiever as before.

By the time he graduated, Jadal added a robotic hand to his growing portfolio. Result of an unfortunate infection during a long term wilderness survival training exercise. Undaunted, the young man joined the Judicial Corps, ready to do his duty and give flight to his childhood dreams.

The sad reality hit him harder than most. Underfunded, understaffed, mired in red tape and sinking in corruption, the Judicial Corps were a far cry from the idealized pedestal Jadal had built them into.

Disappointment turned into determination and sadness was fashioned into righteous anger. Jadal Thrax soon became a vocal critic of the Judicials. Denouncing its many failings to anyone willing to listen. The Galaxy deserved better defenders and he would ensure it got them or die trying. This outspoken position got the young officer noticed. Corrupt officials, criminals and more importantly, like minded officers.

It didn’t take long for that attention to turn into action and a failed assassination attempt took Jadal’s remaining leg. His return to action was just in time to witness the Jedi invasion of Geonosis and the start of the Clone Wars. And just like that, it was as if the Galaxy had made his worst nightmares and direst warnings a reality.

The decrepit Judicials proved no match for the overwhelming Separatist forces in the early war. But still, Thrax fought on. Rising through the ranks of the newly created Grand Army of the Republic, Thrax quickly fell in with a crowd of like minded people. Both military and civilian personnel who recognized the inherent flaws of the Republic and the dire danger and weakness it posed to civilization. Rallying behind the awe inspiring figure of Supreme Chancellor Palpatine, the Commission for the Protection of the Republic would ensure not only the destruction of the Separatist threat but that nothing like that ever happened again.

This association, and Thrax’ efforts to spread his increasingly authoritarian and human supremacist ideals among the rank and file, brought him into increasingly constant conflict with the Jedi assigned to the fleet.

Not that the then Commodore was ever fond of the mystics. The very thought of giving those insular monks high ranking command positions was downright insulting to Thrax. Sword skills and mind powers did not good commanders make. And for all the perverse, private vindication he felt watching the inexperienced Jedi stumble and fail and they learned the art of war on the go, Jadal still saw fit to blame them for every good man and woman lost to their blustering inexperience.

The Jedi slavish adherence to their own code of conduct did not help matters. But still, Thrax held his tongue and bid his time, taking out his frustrations on the acceptable targets and accruing ever greater physical and mental wounds.

By the time of the Battle of Coruscant, Rear Admiral Jadal Thrax was almost half machine and fully radicalized into the nascent ideology that would soon be known as the “New Order”. When Order 66 came and his Clone Soldiers suddenly turned their guns on the Jedi, Thrax watched in confusion and muted glee. Making sure to personally oversee the destruction of every dead body he could get his hands on.

And as Palpatine declared himself Emperor and the New Order was born from the ashes of the decadent and dying Republic, Jadal Thrax was in the vanguard of Imperial might. Taking part in the Outer Rim campaigns against the Separatist remnants, his stellar service and early association with COMPOR (now COMPNOR) ensured his career would be boosted to even greater heights.

With dedication unwavering and continued results, it was no surprise that two years before Yavin, Thrax was one of the select few raised to the rank of Grand Admiral by Emperor Palpatine.

Given command of a special task force and a simple order from Palpatine’s own lips: “Destroy my enemies.” Jadal Thrax wasted no time in setting out to do his liege’s bidding.

Pirates, Rebels, Corrupt officials, “traitors” and anyone who didn’t fit into Thrax’ standards of loyalty, those all became the Grand Admiral’s targets. With many more innocents caught in the crossfire. But like every other time in his life, Thrax did not relent or stop. Setbacks and defeats did not smother the fire of his fanaticism, wounds and assassination attempts did not cripple his drive. Spurred on and helped by COMPNOR’s propaganda, always glad to have “one of their own” in the limelight, Thrax became a symbol of dedication to the ideals of the New Order. Or maddened, bloody fanaticism, depending on who you ask.

The Grand Admiral wasted no time in molding his own command according to his image. Bloodline and patronage meant little within Fleet Group Thrax and the corruption and infighting that was so common was harshly put down. But more than that, Thrax demanded faith in the New Order. Ideological training became just as important as physical education and other basic skills. A strong soldier is worse than useless if he lacks the fanaticism to fight for the cause.

For these and other shows of loyalty, Thrax was made a high ranking member of COMPNOR’s Select Committee

When the Emperor died at Endor, the Grand Admiral was at first paralyzed by fear and grief. His flagship, the SSD Passion stood idle above the shipyards of Ciutric for weeks while the Empire collapsed all around him.

It was only when news of Il Raz’ apparent suicide and the arrival of an old friend from Coruscant, that Thrax was dragged out of his stupor. Shamed and guilty for his weakness and inaction, Grand Admiral Jadal Thrax wasted no more time with self pity. The time had come for the next grand battle of the age. The war between order and civilization against alien savage degeneracy. And so Thrax set out to work, rallying his fleet and calling upon his extensive contact network to build a new bulwark against the enemies of the New Order.

Thus the Committee for the Continuation of the New Order was born. Declared above Yaga Minor a couple months after Endor. In opposition to the Rebel Alliance and the multitude of Separatist and Warlord fiefdoms tearing the Galaxy apart.

In the five years since then, Thrax has expanded his reach through parts of the Northern Rim. Consolidating the “Zealot-State” separate from the wider Remnant. Fighting Rebel and Imperial alike with little distinction or pity.

The Grand Admiral still remembers Palpatine’s last order to him. And he watches and waits for more opportunities to do his duty.


Character Personality-: Despite the appearance of coldness given by his extensive cybernetics and superficial behavior, Jadal Thrax deep down is a passionate man. He is moved by a deep and unshakable love for the New Order and all that it represents. And that love drives him to ruthless atrocity after atrocity. Anything is justifiable for the good of the cause and its enemies deserve nothing less than complete destruction, or exploitation if they can be proven useful.

In the same vein, Thrax does genuinely appreciates and loves those he sees as his comrade in arms. If in a rather warped way, and that love will certainly not spare them if the Grand Admiral decides that their sacrifice will be worth it. But until then, he will strive to ensure that they will be properly treated and rewarded according to their faith and efforts.

If anything else, there's little else to occupy himself with when you are 80% machine. So one might as well give heart, mind and soul to a greater good.

On the outside, however, Thrax is a immobile wall of ice. As unfeeling and merciless as the droids he is often compared to. This wall of ice often breaks in the privacy among close friends. But for most of the Galaxy, and even most of his own subordinates, Jadal Thrax is an unpertupable pillar.

Less rosy, is the Grand Admiral’s paranoia. Years of being the target of successive assassination attempts and the usual conspiracies within the Imperial court have made him even more reserved, withdrawn and careful about personal security.

Character Class : Soldier

Items-:

Thrax' extensive cybernetic enhancements hide a few last ditch defenses. In case everything else fails, Thrax can start shooting away with a blaster built inside his right arm. But too much use will eat up too much energy too fast.

Quotations of Director Il Raz - A book of statements, writings and speeches by the late COMPNOR head and Grand Admiral Ishin Il Raz

The New Order Lives! - Thrax' own magnum opus, written with the help of his fellow C-CNO ideologues, the book details the Committee's own brand of fanatical New Order, its beliefs, goals and everything else one would need to know about their own brand of radicalism. Required reading everywhere from labor camps to schools.

Fleet Group Thrax

SSD Passion - Thrax' flagship
Uhhh..not exactly sure on what would be an acceptable scale.

The Committee for the Continuation of the New Order.

Based around the New Territories of the Outer Rim, the C-CNO is one of the major post Imperial Warlord states of the region. With its capital at Ciutric and controlling most of the northern reaches of Oversector Outer. From Bastion in the edge of the Galaxy to Thalassia.

As expected of a state run on COMPNOR-based fanaticism, the organization seepes into every aspect of life. And membership is a requirement to advance within the system. Repression, total censorship and totalitarianism are common policies and aliens for the most part are relegated to second class citizens under the "benevolent protection of the Committee". Slavery is wide spread and so are rampant militarization and atrocities against "traitors, rebels and enemies of civilization."

Supporting characters

Director Urst Kazan - Hailing from the Corellian upper class, Director Kazan is another Anaxes graduate. Having known Thrax from their days in the War College, the two fought together in the Clone Wars. And while Kazan's career shifted into the world of military intelligence, the two maintained their friendship, albeit the duties of their respective ranks kept them at a distance most of the time.

When the Empire collapsed after Endor, Kazan found himself at the losing side of one of Coruscant's many power struggles. Escaping with his life and a handful of followers, Kazan wasted no time in heading towards Ciutric and hopefully protection under the wings of his old war buddy.

That he found and more. Joining the C-CNO at its inception, despite lacking the same fanatical drive as the rest of its top leadership, the now Director Kazan brought with him extensive knowledge, experience and contacts. Granted the responsibility of leading the intelligence services of the Committee, Kazan has been instrumental in the Committee's efforts. Acquiring vital intel on the enemies within and without.

[DisturbedSpec]

Character's name: A-Ø62 'Price'

Age: 14 (24 due to accelerated aging).

Race: Republic-era Clone

Faction (does your character belong to a group, such as the New Republic, The Imperial Remnant, the Bounty Hunter's Guild, a specific crime syndicate, etc): Formerly, the GAR. A Member of the Bounty Hunter's Guild.

Character Alignment (Choose one):Good, Neutral, Evil) Good

Character Background: Created in 32 BBY in the Cloning Facility on Kamino, A-Ø62 was a Cloned human of the biological template of Jango Fett. Whereas most clones looked identical, Price suffered a mutation that resulted in distinct appearance and altered vocal tone during the cloning process. Unsure of what to make of the soldier, Price was initially destined to be disposed of, but was ultimately placed into ARC training upon discovering nothing physically wrong had happened to him. Training alongside his brethren and under personal evaluation of Fett and his Mandolorian instructors, Price quickly proved to be a remarkably fearsome combatant, quick learner, and display excellent discipline and leadership qualities. However, the biggest flaw was Price's own autonomy; going so far as to keep his team out of Jedi command and reporting only to HIGHCOM personnel of the GAR's military forces. As one of the ARC's of the 110th Hunters Division, this Captain worked alongside his brothers during the peak of the Clone Wars; undertaking numerous black operation assignments and other covert engagements. However, it was on the Battle of Utapau where Price's world would be changed forever.

Under orders to sabotage a Separatist facility during the ensuing engagement by forces of the 212th, Price and a small strike force of six other Clones of the 110th had entered the cliffside facility; carrying out the objective and caving in the installation before escaping onboard an LAAT. As the gunship moved away, reports began coming through that the enemy defense was quickly mobilizing into a substantial offense; having set a sudden, overwhelming counterattack Republic intelligence failed to predict. Within the next few seconds of the Gunship doors shutting, the LAAT was intercepted by separatist AA fire, and shot down to the bottom of the lakebed below. Price was the only survivor of the crash; having escaped the decimated gunship and swimming toward the surface. He watched in exasperated horror as what remained of the 212 were either shot down, destroyed, or retreating. He was now alone, and Price ultimately spent the next ten days sneaking his way back to the surface before making a daring nighttime escape from Utapau to reaching an abandoned CIS Belbullab-22 Heavy Fighter. Along the way, Price discovered a terminal that had the schematic data of the Inhibitor Chip. Realizing that the Clones were in fact the mass weapon of the Sith, Price copied the schematic and made his way to a nearby landing pad, where an abandoned Belbullab-22 CIS Heavy Strike Fighter sit. Destined to inform the Republic of his suspicions, Price was ambushed by Commando Droids; knocked unconscious and quickly transferred to a waiting transport to be placed into stasis. With his signal being tracked, a Republic task force was sent to intercept the fleeing transport. With nowhere to run, the transport quickly plotted a destination solution to a random sector right before receiving damage to the Hyperdrive subsystem; causing the ship to jump and disengage several lightyears away from its intended destination. With the Separatist Droids running out of power, the ship containing the Commando in aimlessly drifted in space.

The Droids all ran out of power, one by one until the last B1 had the brilliant idea to activate the distress beacon before failing. 23 years would pass in the loud silence of space, before a mercenary outfit found the derelict Banking class. Boarding in the hopes of securing more salvage alongside the acquisition of practically ancient Separatist tech, the boarders found the Clone, his weapons and armor all preserved. Initially discussing among themselves to auction off the goods in exchange for profit, they came to the consensus that having a Clone Trooper among their ranks would no doubt keep their outfit alive longer. Gathering what they could and leaving the ship to rot, they eventually brought Price back to their hideout on Omwat. Waking the clone up from stasis, the mercenaries had to explain to the quite agitated, confused and combative Clone that the War leading to the Great Purge was over; the Republic dissolved into nothingness as the new Empire came to power. His morale crushed and spirit broken, Price initially felt nothing short of guilt and depression for failing his mission- yet relented to join the outfit as the only way left to fit in that he could. Four years following the destruction of the Bastion of the Empire, the Death Star, Price had made a name for himself among the Outer and Mid-Rim territories as a terrifying combatant and ruthless mercenary; scouring the various contracts among the cosmos and only taking out those who were judged by Price as villainous scum the galaxy simply needed rid of. Customizing his armor and eventually managing to secure a old Belbullab-22 CIS Heavy Strike Fighter, Price spent his credits on upgrading the starfighter; departing the mercenary band and setting out to become an independent contractor upon his fifth year following the destruction of the Death Star.

Character Personality-(Give a solid description on how your character acts, their morals, etc): Price is cold, calculative and cunning, coming off as snide to anyone unfamiliar. He displays a notable dislike of droids in any form, as well as any Force-sensitive or Lightsaber wielder. During his service prior to his ultimate abandonment, he still viewed the Jedi as nothing more than inexperienced military leaders. Given his enhanced autonomy, Price's freethinking mind has proven to be his biggest blessing and curse. Speaking out of turn, questioning the legitimacy of orders and being temperamental in disagreement had ultimately left him isolated from the majority of communications outside those of which he and his team operated with. While born and bred for warfare, Price has shown a remarkably softer side to individuals he has bonded with over the course of the Clone Wars; interacting with the regular Clone Troopers as well as Civilians he had come across in his service to the Republic, when reason permits it. Morally speaking, Price is quick to judge individuals and almost never turns down a job contract within moral reason. He actively avoids any jobs involving the elimination of bureaucrats, civilians other targets that, according to him, are simply just a waste of ammo without cause. As services can be bought with credits up-front, Price can be a wingman, attache to a squad, or even ally if there is a close enough bond. However, respect from the Clone is difficult to earn, and a friendship is even rarer.

Character's Physical description (Describe or post a picture of what your character looks like):

Armor: https://www.rpnation.com/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F76%2F18%2F5d%2F76185d1ae8f88353755e321c50dce904.jpg&hash=9261d89a7180265ccb283a53f6e83806

Face (to showcase extent of mutations): https://www.rpnation.com/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fpbs.twimg.com%2Fprofile_images%2F621430869459341312%2FcZrqJX2p_400x400.jpg&hash=d4f1a09eb2ee839f33305e4a4c604ca4

Character Class (choose one): Scoundrel

Items- What major weapons and the like does your character carry? Such as a lightsaber, a rigged Sabaac deck, a blaster pistol, vibro-knife, wookie crossbow, telescopic lenses, etc):

WESTAR-M5 Blaster Rifle: This specialized blaster Carbine was a favorite among many ARC Troopers; carrying a drum magazine pack of 100 shots and able to cycle between semi, automatic and burst-fire modes. Underneath the barrel was a fitted grenade launcher attached to the primary firing mechanism of the weapon; consuming ten ammo in order to fire the miniaturized grenade.

Phase-II Advanced Recon Commando 'Venator' Hybrid Armor: This variant was a massive improvement over the earlier version created at the beginning year of the Clone Wars, with an introduction into service in the late 22BBY. Price, having been a veteran throughout the numerous engagements of the beginning of the Clone Wars, chose to combine both Phases (integrated life support, hermetic seal) with increased ballistic protection from the supplemental protective dome design of the ARC Heavy Gunner and AT-Pilot helmet variants, respectively. Perhaps the most distinct of this change is the visor and fin of the helmet; with the visor allowing for more of a panoramic picture and the fin extending in reverse from the front of the helmet. It comes with a built-in rangefinder and light macrobinocular module.

Grappling Hook/wiresnare module (left arm): This dual launching system features a grappling hook module mounted on the top of the wrist to allow access to higher heights, and a wiresnare on the underside of the wrist that can be deployed when the user flexes their wrist up, palm out and toward a target of their choice.

Flamethrower gauntlet (right arm): This attachment is self explanatory, and is activated when the user flexes their wrist downward and turns their hand away from the muzzle of the device; projecting a horrific napalm mixture that can stuck and burn organics and synthetics alike.

Evasive Thruster Pack: This back mounted attachment appears as a small white circular mount as big as a jetpack attachment; possessing a

Akimbo DC-17 Blaster Pistols: These heavy-hitting Blaster Pistols feature a lower recoil and a higher rate of fire; capable of firing up to ten consecutive shots before overheating. This blaster does not need to be reloaded manually, and is able to consistently be kept operational if it is vented regularly while in use.

x2 Thermal Detonators, Detpacks, EMP Disruptors, Bacta-canisters (secured on person): These two Thermal Detonators serve as powerful alternatives to Fragmentation grenades; creating a miniature thermonuclear reaction that can atomically vaporize anything within a six meter radius. Pitching wise, the weapon can be thrown up to 20 feet from its source. Detpacks are remotely detonated explosive charges that can be affixed to static objects, and are common used either as an ambush or means of sabotage. Lastly, two canisters of Bacta ensure that the Commando can recover form his injuries after a fight, or sustain himself during one.

Modified Belbullab-22 CIS Heavy Strike Fighter: Nicknamed 'Ruby Huntress', this CIS Heavy Starfighter chassis was mostly left as-is, but with a custom dark crimson and grey paintjob. It sports a sensory and navigations suite upgrade, shield module, an onboard AI system in control of a rear autocannon turret and two quadlinked twin laser cannons mounted underneath the ship. Lastly, on the top of the ship on either side of the cockpit are two concussion missile launchers. To compensate for the addition in mass, the default auxiliary thrusters and dual rear engines had to be removed and replaced with stronger variations to get the ship off of the ground with little issues.

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[Jaredthefox92]

My Hider

Character's name: Inquisitor Aurelius

Race: Human

Faction Imperial Remnant

Character Background: (Note: My friend helped me clear some of this up in terms of canonization.)

She was born on Corelia in to an father who was an imperial officer and a mother who showed signs of Force Sensitivity, but gave herself to the service of Darth Vader as an Inquisitor herself. Growing up, she was taught imperial dogma and human supremacy over all xenon species. As well as by her mother in fierce training to embrace the dark side and to be prepared to lend herself to the service of the Emperor.

Her mother was harsh, but this was to make sure she would grow up ruthless and to better serve the Galactic Empire. Eventually however, her mother was called upon Lord Vader and was shipped off world where she would die at the hands of a rogue Jedi. Around the time of the Battle of Hoth Aurelius joined the Empire and would begin her actual training. Due to her youth in relative terms to the events of after the Battle of Hoth, Aurelius wouldn't see deployment until after the Battle of Endor where the Emperor and Lord Vader both perished.

Character Class (choose one): Imperial Inquisitor.

Items major weapons and the like does your character carry?: A single red lightsaber, imperial inquisitorial armor, a helmet to protect and conceal her face, basic credits to bribe or pursued those when need be. Maybe accompany a personal interrogator droid or may commandeer an small imperial ship.

Character Personality: Give a solid description on how your character acts, their morals, etc): Aurelius grew up in a strict and unforgiving childhood, as most servants of Emperor Palpatine would give their own child. Due to her closeness to her father, he ironically was the more inspiring one even as a staunch imperial navy official. Her own mother intentionally tried to make her daughter despise her, so one day she would learn to use her anger to further her own path to the darkside. In this regards, her mother was successful and Aurelius is cold and remorseless. Yet, she is not rash or hasty. Aurelius is like a hidden vibroknife. She acts when she must with swiftness and ferocity, yet only when such emotions are required. She is rather introverted, yet is capable of working with others. She also is outwardly xenophobic towards aliens, due to Imperial dogma.

Character Alignment (Choose one): Lawful Evil

[mattmanganon]

Freemaker's Bounty

Freemaker's Bounty

A heavily modified Action VI-class transport, Freemaker's Bounty plays the innocent role of a cargo-transport, whilst actually being outfitted as a pirate ship. Originally belonging to the feared pirate gang known as The Grilk Brothers, it was commandeered after they picked a fight with the wrong scoundrel crew and destroyed their previous ship "Sleepy Rancor" It now serves the old crew of the Rancor, doing whatever job is necessary, everything from bounty-hunting in the outer rim to tug-boat work in the core systems.

Specifications

Length: 150 meters
Hyperdrive rating: Class 3
Shielding: Class SR60
Tractor Beam Emitter: Class VIII
Cargo Capacity: 40,000 Tons
Armament:
1x Turbolaser cannon battery (Concealed due to Illegality)
4x AG-2G Quad-Laser Cannons
3x Concussion missile launcher
Auxilliary Craft:
Appazanna Engineering Works Auzituk-Class Gunship
Seinar Fleet Systems TIE/HU Hunter Multi-Role Starfighter

Crew

Inuel Kai

Character's name: Inuel Kai

Race: Talortai

Faction: Independant

Character Alignment (Choose one): Lawful Neutral

Character Background: Talortai are naturally long-lived creatures, Inuels backstory is one he never really goes into, but has been around for at least 3000 years, fought in a large number of wars, travelled with a lot of people, killed a lot of people, but ultimately, just tries to lead the life of just another asshole in the universe. He's been from one end of the galaxy to the other, seen empires and republics rise and fall, watched everyone refer to every great change as "The most important event ever" But has heard that phrase too much for it to have any real meaning.

As his age has progressed, not have the amount of intact limbs he possesses. His right eye and arm, his upper-left leg, all been lost in battles and replaced with cybernetic implants.

In recent years, he has taken to Spacer life, running cargo ships for both reputable and disreputable folks. Several years ago, he adopted a slave by the name of Renny, buying him from a Hutt and putting him to work as the mechanic for his old ship The Sleepy Rancor. Sadly, after a run in with the Grilk Brothers, Sleepy was destroyed. But he managed to avenge his beloved old ship by killing the brothers and taking their ship. With this bigger ship, he's been forced to take on more crew to run it.

Character Personality: A gruff, grumpy sort, Inuel is a man who's moral compass keeps slipping. No matter how low he tries to push it, somehow it keeps going back up. He's trying so desperately to become just another asshole, making his way in the galaxy, but time and again, he's forced to play the hero. He does not enjoy, nor welcome this role, but he plays it nonetheless, because he needs to live with himself, and with how long his species lives, that is a LONG time. He acts distant and uncaring towards the rest of the crew, reffering to most of them as "The moochers who live on my ship and eat my food" but harbors a soft spot for them and will tear his way through anything in order to keep them safe. Especially Renny, who is almost something of a son to him, but he'll never tell him that.

He also is something of a sentimental. He may pretend to hate everyone he travels with, but he keeps momentos of everyone he has ever done so with, including a Lightsaber from an old ally... Of course, he's not very good with it. He just keeps it close. He also has a strange relationship with Keeto, not quite romantic, not quite platonic, somewhere inbetween the two.

Character's Physical description: The Reptavian on the left

Character Class (choose one): Scoundrel

Items:
Talortai Ceremonial Blades x2 (Phrik lined)
Cybornetic Leg (Carries concealed items, including a hold-out blaster and his Lightsaber that he's not very good with)
Cybornetic Arm (Has a built-in concealed twin-auto-blaster salvaged from a B2 Battledroid, as well as a SCOMP-link, of course, he's not very good with that either.)
Cybornetic Eye (Built in Comm-Link)
Lightsaber

Renny Kai

Character's name: Renny Kai

Race: Human

Faction: Independant

Character Alignment: True Neutral

Character Background: Born into slavery on Nar Shaadaa, he was raised in the Shipyards, being used as something of a helper-monkey, as well as someone that was small enough to fit into an engine block and effect repairs without having to take it apart. Most others would have developed claustraphobia from such treatment, but Renny took it in his stride.

At the age of 8, he was bought by Inuel, who set him to work as a mechanic aboard his ship, the Sleepy Rancor. During this time, he started to learn about his ability to move things with his mind. That being said, he keeps that a secret to himself, but mainly uses this to get tools that are out of reach.

When Sleepy was destroyed and he and Inuel were captured by the Grilk Brothers, he was able to use his technical knowhow to sneakily access their protocol droid, PD-232K, that they had and removed its moral guidance, but left in a subroutine about how he can't hurt children.

Now at the tender age of 10, he's the chief engineer of Freemakers Bounty and is hoping that, once he turns 18, he can open up his won repair-yard.

Character Personality: Chipper, yet also somewhat callous to the cruelty of the universe. Renny has learned the hard way that everyone is out for themselves and believes that the only reason anyone gets close to anyone else is because of ulterior motives, which leads him to not trust anyone very easily. The only ones he's grown to trust are Inuel (Because of being his father figure) Ma (Who's motherly personality can't help but melt his icy heart) And droids (Because they can be programmed to be trustworthy) He also has a deepseated distrust of any force-users, due to him thinking that they will want to kidnap him because of his power, not hesitating to pull his blaster if one comes too close.

Character's Physical description:The Human on the Right.

Character Class (choose one): Scoundrel

Items:
Lil' Rocker (A double-barreled, sawed off scatterblaster)
Comm-Link
Engineering Toolbelt
Bundle of Security Spikes

Ma Keeto

Character's name: Ma "Mama" Keeto

Race: Kyuzo

Faction: Kokotra The Hutt Crime Syndicate

Character Alignment: Neutral Good

Character Background: Born into a regular family on her homeworld, her family was actually part of a Cullinary Clovoc, meaning that all of her family members were raised as chefs and masters of food preparation. However, at the age of 9, on her first trip offworld, her ship was attacked by Slavers and she was captured and sold across the black-market. Spending the next 8 years of her life as a slave in one kitchen or another, she was eventually sold into pleasure slavery, which is when she made her plans to escape. Leading a revolt among the other slaves, they killed their owner and she escaped, but fell immediately into the clutches of a Hutt named Kokotra, who took a liking to her. Kokotra was one of the few hutts against slavery, seeing it as a waste of time, money and resources, with uprisings like the ones Keeto had lead being a prime example. Seeing her deep hatred of the slave industry, he paid her to work for his anti-slavery racket, dismantling his competition by starving them of the slave labor they needed to function.

Getting her own ship, Keeto quickly earned a reputation as the Boogeyman of Slavers. Liberating a good number of beings across her workload. Eventually finding Robacca, who she raised as her own. Her motherly disposition and culinary skills earned her the nickname "Mama". Over her time, she's teamed up with Inuel on several occassions, but now that he has a ship that's big enough to house her Auzituk, she's happy to travel with him, because the old bird always manages to attract trouble and where there's trouble, there's some slavers to kill.

Character Personality: During her downtime, Keeto always has a sunny disposition and very motherly nature, almost always in the kitchen working on something. However, as soon as combat starts, she turns into an unstoppable, sadistic killing machine, taking great pleasure in killing her enemies in the most horrible ways. She is a woman that always has a weapon on her, as well as a handkerchief, not having any qualms stopping in the middle of a battle to clean Renny's face. "If you're going to kill people, you're going to look presentable doing so, young man." She also has a strange relationship with Inuel, not quite romantic, not quite platonic, somewhere inbetween the two.

Character's Physical description: Typical Kyuzo figure, although she wears Duraplast body-armor.

Character Class (choose one): Bounty Hunter

Items:
Kyuzo War-Helmet
2x Kyuzo Petar's
Bowcaster
Comm-Link
Auzituk-Gunship "Valkyrie"

Robacca

Character's name: Robacca

Race: Wookiee

Faction: Kokotra The Hutt Crime Syndicate

Character Alignment: Chaotic Good

Character Background: Born on Kashyyyk, his family was captured by slavers at when he was barely a year old. Wookiee's were seen as some of the best slaves, due to their immense physical prowess, however, only the young ones would do, as the older ones were too unruly, his parents were killed and skinned, due to Wookiee pelt being a commodity. Robacca would have probably ended up as a Packmule for someone, had the slave ship not been intercepted by Keeto. She found the baby, orphaned and in need of a mother and took him in, raising him as her own.

Keeto taught him to hate slavers in all of their forms, as well as how to fight them. When he came of age, she paid for him to get trained in any form of combat he wished, his favorite being Demolitions. Robacca became obsessed with explosions and causing as many of them as he could (Within safely controlled area's, of course... Such as a Slaveships engineroom...) Robacca is not a complicated being with any complicated extra parts about him, he just likes to see things explode.

Character Personality: He is still young, but wise beyond his years, as most Wookiee's tend to be. Robacca is something of a Pyromaniac, he adores explosions, fires and other accounts of mass destruction, which is why he favors heavy weapons. He also absolutely despises slavery in any form and has absolutely zero tolerance for it. This does label him a pariah within Wookiee community, specifically because he has no qualms using his claws as a weapon against slavers (Wookiee culture specifically forbids using your claws as a weapon. Those who do are labelled "Madclaw") Although pulling their arms off and beating them to death with them is his favourite melee move. But melee is a last resort in any case, as explosives and ordnance is always option 1. He has earned quite the reputation as a weapons operator aboard starships as well. A firm believer in the saying "Overkill is underrated"

Character's Physical description: Immense, covered in brown and black fur, the only armor he wears is over multiple scarred, bald spots where he's singed the fur off when getting too overconfident with his explosive arts. He wears flash-cancelling goggles, noise-cancelling ear-protectors, as well as multiple bandoleers of bombs, grenades and other explosives.

Character Class (choose one): Soldier

Items:
Grenade Launcher
Rocket Launcher
Bandoleers of Grenades (Thermal Detonators, Cryobombs, Sonic Grenades, Plasma Grenades, Droid-poppers, etc.)
Proximity Mines (Sonic, Plasma, Cryo, Incendiary, etc)
Comm-Link

Yusanis Anra

Character's name: Yusanis Anra

Race: Echani

Faction: Formerly Empire, then Rebellion, now Independant

Character Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Character Background: Born on Eshan, Yusanis actually lead quite the happy life. Being taught of the ways of honour and physical combat, as all Echani are, but his first and foremost love was Starfighters. He LOVED starships and starfighters and as soon as he was old enough, he started learning to fly them. Then, when he came of age, he saw no reason not to join the Empire, as it was rapidly expanding its navy. Passing out of flight-school at the top of his class, he was assigned to patrols along the outer rim of the empire, every so often being called in to deal with rebellions. He had no qualms shooting down rebel pilots, after all, he saw himself as a Knight of the Sky. Anyone that had come up here was prepared to die, which is why he also didn't hate the Rebels, regardless how many of his friends they killed in combat.

Yusanis continued his service in the Empire, until 3bby when he was ordered to shoot down an unarmed civilian transport that they suspected had Rebels aboard. He refused and was court-martialled. However, instead of being dishonorably discharged or executed, he was transfered to the Imperial Storm-Commando's as a pilot, by Admiral Crix Madine. Madine noticed the honor of him and decided he needed more men like him under his command. When Crix defected to the Rebellion, he offered to take Yusanis with him. Yusanis agreed, but made it quite clear was that he didn't care if the Empire was destroyed or not, he simply refused to fight for an organization that would force him to do dishonorable actions. As such, he started fighting for the Rebellion.

He spent a while flying as Wing Leader for Teal Squadron, flying in the battle of Sullust and at Taanab under General Calrisian. However, it was after the founding of the New Republic where he saw the utter brutality of the New Republic's tactics in hunting the Empire, brutally hunting down and killing ex-Empire, regardless of affiliation or even if they turned against them. This wouldn't have bothered him so much, except several members of the Rebellions higher-ups were war-criminals from the Clone Wars. Yusanis was disillusioned towards the people he was fighting for due to the hypocracy. This didn't stop him from fighting, but it did sap him of his passion for flying. Soon, he handed in his discharge papers and began working for different agencies, such as the Republic Rangers, but eventually found himself flying for Kokotra The Hutts Crime Syndicate. He found his passion for being a Knight of the Sky again, killing slavers and raiders and the odd Imperial or Republic ship that caused trouble in their territory. He currently works for Keeto as her wingman from the cockpit of his TIE Hunter.

Character Personality: A Knight of the Sky, he is a man of honour and courage, who believes that anybody that flies into battle is prepared to die and has made peace with that. Killing his friends in honourable combat will earn you his admiration. Make no mistake, he has no death wish, but he understands that in their line of work, it's an occupational hazard. He also is not a man of forgiveness, if you wrong him, he will hunt you down to the ends of the galaxy if necessary. When in combat, he'll go for his blaster first, but if melee is unavoidable, he is quite deadly with his hands, having been taught both Echani Combat, as well as Teras Kasi from his childhood, meaning he can easily kill someone with his bare hands.

Character's Physical description: Like all Echani, he has white hair and white iris, his skin is fair and his body slender. He is usually seen in a repainted Imperial Flightsuit, but when he's off-duty, he usually wears robes, he has been told his casual clothes are very Jedi like, but he doesn't really care.

Character Class (choose one): Soldier

Items:
EC-17 Hold-Out Blaster
Comm-Link

PD-232K

Character's name: PD-232K

Race: Droid

Faction: Independant

Character Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Character Background: A custom built droid made by his previous masters, the Grilk Brothers, he was built out of a hodge-podge of multiple different droids. Brain taken from an RA-7 Series, the main chassis taken from a B2- Battle Droid. He was designed to serve as communications enabler, as well as being able to take a hit and retreat in case deals went south. However, 232 remained unarmed due to Galactic Law forbidding Protocol Droids from being armed. Normally the pirates wouldn't have minded, but it occured to them that this meant that 232 would be the first thing searched for weapons and would be useless as an ambush droid. So, they decided to make him a scapegoat. Being the hulking droid body, people searching for weapons would meticulously search it whilst they wouldn't be focused on so much.

232 served his masters eagerly for many years, until he met Renny, who reprogrammed him into going on a rampage. Turns out that the Grilk brothers forgot that, just because he was unarmed, doesn't mean he wasn't incredibly physically strong. 232 now spends his days fulfilling his duties as a Protocol Droid, helping communicate, as well as helping Keeto in the kitchen.

Character Personality: Being a Protocol Droid, 232 has a polite and reserved personality, he likes everyone aboard the ship, regardless of what they think of him and is always bringing food and beverages to everyone, even if they specifically ordered him not to. He is especially protective of Renny, having been programmed to be. This overprotectiveness can be a little overbearing and "Mother Goose" is a nickname that sicks with him constantly. Apart from Renny, he considers Mistress Keeto as his favourite as she helps him with the daily chores. However, his Morality protocols are compromised, meaning that, unlike other Protocol Droids, he has no problems with killing people if necessary.

Character's Physical description (Describe or post a picture of what your character looks like): He looks like any other B2 Battledroid

Character Class (choose one): Beaurocrat (I mean, he's essentially their diplomat)

Items:
Emergency Oxygen Supply (30 Minutes)
Radiant Heating Element
Multispectrum Searchlight
DC5 Translator Unit
Internal Comlink

R4-P1

Character's name: R4-P1

Race: Astromech Droid

Faction: Formerly Rebellion, now Independant

Character Alignment: Neutral

Character Background: Not much to tell for R4, he's an Astromech from Industrial Automaton, bought up to work in Starship Maintenance. He's changed hands a number of times and had a lot of memory wipes. He currently belongs to Yusanis, helping keep his Hunter flying.

Character Personality: A chirpy Astromech. Fiercely loyal and ready and willing to do absolutely anything necessary.

Character's Physical description: Just your average R4 Astromech, white with orange trimming.

Character Class (choose one): Scoundrel

Items:
SCOMP Link
Fast Welding/Unwelding Tools
Improved Sensor Package
Sensor Booster
Diagnostics Package

Kalai

Character's name: Kalai

Race: Dathomirian

Faction: Nightsisters

Character Alignment (Choose one): Lawful Evil

Character Background: Born on Dathomir, she was born into the dark side of the force, molded by it and shaped by the hands of the Nightsisters Clan, she served as an understudy to Old Daka, the wisest and most ancient witch on Dathomir. When Grievous and the Droid Armies arrived, she was one of a handful that managed to hide. After the killing had stopped and the droids had left, she went to Old Daka's secret cave to find her dead master. After mummifying her master, she took what books and knowledge she could and fled, vowing revenge on the Sith and all those that followed them.

She travelled to Ithor, staying on the peaceful planet, using its many thriving life-forms as fuel for her magikal training. Soon, she felt confident enough to look for someone to help her in her lust for vengeance against the Sith. Her search brought her in combat with several Inquisitors, she managed to overcome some and escape others, but this proved that she was woefully unprepared for a fight against them. During one escape from an Inquisitor, she smuggled herself aboard the Sleepy Rancor and escaped with Inuel. He allowed her to stay on his ship so long as she worked for her living. She stayed for a time, but went back to Dathomir to see if any of the other sisters had returned.

With the Nightsisters slowly coming back to Dathomir, Kalai has also returned to Inuel's crew, she is putting her alchemy and magikal abilities to the test, making horrifying weapons of destruction and gathering strange ingredients from each planet they go to.

Character Personality: Kalai is cold, distant and completely calloused to anyone that comes into her quarters. Constant threats to disembowel others, but she does pull her weight on the ship when it counts. Several boarding actions against the ship have ended with some pirates finding themselves on her sacrificial slab, having their vital organs extracted. She also has a proclivity for making blades and other weapons, however, her prefered weapon is Magick such as the Ichor Lightning or corrupting corpses into undead puppets using the Water of Life.

Character's Physical description: Like all Dathomirians, she has pure white skin, but she has had a number of black tattooes, especially around her face. She wears ornate clothes and animal bones in her long, black hair.

Character Class (choose one): Force Sensitive

Items:
x2 Magick Infused Knives
Vials of "Water of Life"

Supporting Cast

Vrerr

Character's name: Vrerr Osari

Race: Human (Mandalorian)

Faction: New Republic

Character Alignment: Lawful Good

Character Background: A memeber of Clan Osari, her family has been a staunch supporter of the pacifist movement. She was born into the Mandalorian Aristocracy, she grew up within the walls of the capitol city, Sundari. Her family was a staunch supporter of the return to their pacifistic ways, from before the Clone Wars, from before the Empire. Those years had seen a growth of culture and an attempt at restoring life to the blasted world of Mandalore. She learned from many of the great minds of Mandalore, studied and graded highly in university. She had originally trained to be a Doctor, but shortly after earning her degree was when the destruction of Alderaan had seen an end to Imperial rule on Mandalore with the rise of the Mandalorain Partisans, lead by Bo-Katan. Knowing that, once again, Mandalore would be turned into a battleground. Clan Osari left and moved further into the Core Territories, watching from afar as their beloved homeworld would once again be blasted and left all but lifeless under the warlord Moff Drak.

With the rise of the New Republic, Clan Osari were put forward by the refugee civilian populace to represent Mandalore in the new Senate. Vrerr's father currently serves as the Representative for the Government in Exile of Mandalore. Now a hope is dwindling in the darkness, a hope that Mandalore can be liberated. Vrerr has hired a crew of the most trustworthy lowlifes to help convey her to Mandalore, so that she can hopefully undermine the Imperial Governor and found a bloodless uprising. Retake Mandalore through force of will, rather than force of blood.

Character Personality: A woman of many words and little restraint, although she will not hesitate to tell people what she thinks about them, she will also choose her words very carefully. Born into a family that supports Mandalore's new pacifistic path, she has an intense and deep loathing for anyone who would call themselves "Mandalorian" that fights for honour. That being said, she is no fool, she knows how to defend herself, but will not be the one to engage in hostilities. She is also a medical professional, so, when combat is upon her, her usual strategy is to dive for cover whilst her bodyguards sort it out, taking care of the injured, however she will not hesitate to throw herself into the fray in order to rescue an injured comrade and drag them to safety. She keeps a blaster by her side for threatening opponents and keeps it set to stun.

Character's Physical description (Describe or post a picture of what your character looks like): A studious woman, about 5'10 with black hair. She tends to wear robes, specifically pink, and loves floral patterned things.

Character Class: Beaurocrat

Items:
ELG-3A Blaster Pistol
Comm Link
Field Medical/Life-Support Kit

Gloopra

Character's name: Gloopra

Race: Rodian

Faction: Jedi Order

Character Alignment: Neutral Good

Character Background: Born into the Pirate guilds on Nar Shaadaa, Gloopra was raised to be a Black Sun enforcer during the days of the Empire. When his force sensitivity presented itself at a young age, his father sold him to one of the other captains for 100,000 credits. Gloopra didn't resent his father for this, Pirate guilds often trade sentients like livestock, but he did resent his new captain who took him and molded him into a killing machine. By the age of 10, Gloopra was able to kill a fully grown man with his bare hands and was proficient in many forms of armed combat. As he grew and went between captains as they were killed by other captains to get this killing machine, his life knew naught but the wanton slaughter of others until he was given a very special target. Thrown into a combat pit, he came face to face with the legendary Luke Skywalker, who had been captured by mercenaries that wanted to collect the "Wanted dead or alive" bounty as put out by the Empire, specifically the first part of that.

Luke and Gloopra fought hand to hand, Luke had the force on his side, but so did Gloopra, albeit, untrained. Luke, seeing Gloopra's command of the Force spent the fight talking, rather than attacking, telling Gloopra of how much more he could be, what kinds of things he could do, how he could put his combat prowess to use for good, rather than the dark path he had been forced onto. Luke did get through to Gloopra and together, they managed to escape. Gloopra became one of Luke's first Apprentices and soon became a Jedi Knight. Having already trained himself with the Force for the first part of his life, Luke trained him to control it better, as well as how to weild a Lightsaber which he quickly mastered. One of his first assignments was to serve as a guard for the Imperial Senate, working with them, he was assigned to guard the Mandalorians of Clan Osira, where he quickly became friends with Vrerr.

Now that Vrerr has been assigned to try and liberate Mandalore via peaceful means, he has come along with her in order to protect her.

Character Personality: Quiet. Gloopra doesn't talk unless absolutely necessary, he see's this as making a perfect fit with his friend, Vrerr, who will talk someone's ears off if given half the chance. He has accepted his role in the order as a fighter, unfit for most other Jedi business. He is very fond of Vrerr and even though their philosophy's might be polar opposites, he respects her choices and beliefs. Despite his Jedi status, his first weapon he goes for will always be a gun, in order to keep his advantage at range, with him only igniting his Lightsaber once the fighting becomes close quarters. He is a Jedi Guardian, meaning that his Lightsaber combat abilities are what he values most in traditional Jedi combat, relegating his wielding of the Force to compliment his mobility, rather than to directly attack with it.

Character's Physical description: A typical looking Rodian, except his entire body is covered in scars. He wears a brown robe typical of a Jedi. He also keeps his Lightsaber hidden in his robes, whilst keeping his blaster on full display.

Character Class (choose one): Force Sensitive

Items:
Double-Ended Lightsaber (Purple Blade)
Comm-Link
LL-30 blaster pistol
BlasTech E-22 Blaster Rifle

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Devero

Everything in here basically occurred in a Fate Core campaign.

Name: Devero Ruffalough

Alias: Gun Dog, Wild Riot Ranth, Wyrm Slayer

Race: Ranth

Faction: Mandalorian

Alignment: Neutral

Class: Bounty Hunter (Heavy Gunner)

Appearance:

To begin with, Devero is a Ranth, a hairy caninoid hailing from the planet of Caaraz. The world is one of a harsh climate, due to its unusual north-south rotation causing one side to bake volcanically while the other side is a shifting tectonic mess of a frozen tundra. Nearly all of his kind are described as tall, heavy-furred creatures with natural survival and hunting prowess, making them excellent trackers and combatants. They are strong against the elements, particularly cold, and Devero considers himself strong amongst his kind. Many are similar, and thus you will often see the muscular frame, the dark-haired body, the semi-flat muzzle, the dark eyes, the clawed hands and feet, the whipping tail... This goes on, and it is fair to say that Devero at least looks normal for his kind. However...there's more.

Devero has Mando Armor. It's not stolen either, as it was clearly outfitted FOR him. He wears Mandalorian heavy armor, which has yet to be completely Beskar, but it's still very tough. It is a black-and-orange armor designed to fit his size, including a Pre Vizsla-style helmet with side-mounted antennae that is built to accommodate his muzzle and head shape. Markings on Devero's armor show off the jaws of a great beast painted on the whole of the front chest plate area, with a mark of some kind of serpentine creature on his shoulder in yellow, as an indicator of the clan he belongs to. Weaponry will be described below, but we must draw attention to the heavy backpack mounted on the armor. It is a powerful combination jetpack/powerpack, with missle-launching capability. It speaks to Devero's violent nature...

Personality:

Devero is a modern Ranth, as opposed to a nomadic one. When the Galactic Empire discovered Caaraz and saw the potential use of his kind, he was among those to go into space. As a result, he is very non-traditional, though survival and battle instincts run strong. He is a wild thing, though, a creature of violent impulse, and not even out of anger, most times. He loves it, especially explosions! Yes, our boy here is kind of a violence junky and defintely a pyromaniac. He howls in triumph or when he's bored, he has a demented Scooby Doo laugh, and he was intimidating to people even BEFORE he got the armor!

Our crazy-go-nuts caninoid, however, DOES have a saner side to him. It's not to say that the wild side was all a bluff, but it DOES just so happen to be great cover for his attention to what's important, which is making sure he kills specifically those that are his kind's and his clan's enemies. (Yes, the creed does state that your own race of origin shall not have preferential treatment, but given who his enemies already were, it does not actually matter.) He is reluctant to break what little standards he has as a sentient being. Pushing him to a point, he IS open to a potential hire that could set his skills to tip the balance in a fight, but you also have NO idea what he's thinking, even without the helmet on.

Post-armoring, he's really loving this. Devero now considers himself one of the most dangerous individuals alive in the galaxy, and he rolls with it! He commits pretty much to the way, but he is still who he is, which is a Ranth who really loves his work.

Items:

Mandalorian Armor (Heavy Type) - A set of armor made for heavy infantry and built to accommodate the Ranth species. It is black-and-orange, with a smidgen of yellow, with the chest plate made of Beskar, while the helmet, arms, and legs were all formed of Matrix Armor, an armor used on ship hulls created to turn aside energy attacks. As stated above, the design on the chest depicts the jaws of a great beast, and the clan marker is that of some form of serpent.

Combination Jet/Powerpack Unit - The unit was broadly based upon a JT-12 Jetpack, which was capable of housing three small missles, but this was a heavily-modified version crossed with a heavy powerpack, making it closer to Paz Vizsla's unit, complete with heavy cord for connection to a heavy weapon. The missle launcher naturally responds to a built-in targeting computer with a HUD in the helmet.

Custom Z-6 Rotary Blaster Cannon - Read as 'blaster minigun'. This is a well-known weapon of very dangerous proportions, a rapid-repeating blaster weapon built for heavy suppression and destruction. Devero's in particular has an added feature, though. With a little parts realignment, the weapon becomes an anti-armor cannon with an ion discharge. This is what his powerpack connects to, and is thus usually stored on his back when not in use.

SoroSuub Firelance - A short blaster rifle he uses as a sidearm. It's as light as a carbine, and has a very good stun setting for capturing people, as well. It's hooked to Devero's side for an easy draw.

Grenades/Explosives - Devero is an expert demolitionist, and therefore makes alot of his own devices when he cannot find a supplier on his own. So, he may be found carrying frag, flash, cryoban, ion, adhesive, and other grenades along with proper demo equipment on his belt at any given time.

Compact Flame Units - Mounted on the underside of both arms of his armor at this wrists. They fire at a higher pressure than normal due to the integrating parts from a Firestorm Flame Projector that use to be attached to his Firelance.

High-Capacity Grapple Line - Left-arm mount for his armor. Due to his size, the standard grapple launcher is slow to reel him up to places, and that led to a nasty leg-biting one time, so he went and got an upgraded model.

Micro-Rocket Launcher - Integrated into the wrist of right gauntlet of his armor. This fires a single shot at a time of compact rocket-propelled explosive. It is meant for quick penetration and blowback.

Sith Light Saber - Found on Dxun and attached to the right arm of Devero's suit. He isn't trained in its use, and he is not a Force-Sensitive, but he's got a good swing of it. Its placement as a fixed device is so that he basically can't accidentally cut himself with it.

Background:

Born on Caaraz, Devero was among those taken and 'hired' by the Galactic Empire after their species was discovered and a general uplift program was put in place to train them to work for the Empire. Educated in the ways of the galaxy according to their view, it was only his own general cynicism and his fellow Ranth that kept him from being just an Imperial soldier. Ranth were considered second-class citizens in the Empire, employable but not desirable. They were overworked, underpaid, and Devero personally hated that he didn't get to blow things up enough. His violent pyromaniac tendancies tended to get him into trouble...or rather sometimes, the next Ranth over because of how difficult it was for Imperials to tell them apart. Nevertheless, he spent time working for the Empire while it was still intact, except he also kind of wasn't, because he was also a member of the Ranth underworld, a group known simply as 'The Pack'. Their goals were that, in not trusting the Empire, they would exploit the Empire by taking them for all they were worth under their noses. Supplies went missing, weapons were misappropriated, and even some of the accidents that supposedly destroyed articles were faked events. Not all of them, mind you, but some of them.

In time, though, he decided to leave Imperial employ altogether and became a gun for hire, and sometimes a bounty hunter...which actually landed him in enough hot water to be thrown into a crimelord's prison for a good number of months. It was here that he met a group that would end up getting up to all kinds of craziness and hijinx in the universe. Specifically, he met a Rodian bounty hunter, an Echani martial artist, and an ex-Imperial agent - the likes of which would help him get free and work to get revenge on the crimelord, except...things didn't go as planned. It all started when a Moff wanted them to kill an Echani diplomat on Coruscant, who was actually their guy's uncle. They still did it, buuut there was a bit of a problem...in the form of Inquisitors. You see, something that wasn't realized at the time was that...the Rodian and the Echani were Force-Sensitive, aaand so was the Echani's sister, who was one of the Inquisitors. Naturally, when the Dark Troopers waltz in with a pair of 'laser sword' users, it's time to leave and collect their pay. Problem is...the Moff was dead, killed and made to look like they did it in order to get him out of the way and make an excuse to put their little party on the most wanted list.

It was after ducking some trouble for a while that they got the attention of a Mandalorian. Between their known actions, their thrilling victories in an underground deathsport, and the knowledge of the Force-Sensitivity (which Devero did not share), the Mandos were intrigued and interested. So much so, in fact, that they were invited for training on the planet Dxun, a deadly jungle planet once inhabited by Sith and Imperials alike. The fauna of this planet were ruthless, and the traps left in Sith tombs deadly, but the four of them pulled through, as did another team. On the day of their pickup, they all decided to explore one last ruin...only for a huge creature to practically unearth the place as it attacked them! The creature was a product of ancient Sith alchemy, a converted Exogorth that was simply known as a War Wyrm. The Sith left them as guardians, and this one was more vicious than anything they'd encountered before, including the Zakkeg and the Hssiss!

Despite the creature's obvious savage power, the group prevaled. It helped that actual working Sith weapons had been found and used in battle, as well as the fact that Devero got the beast to swallow ALOT of explosives that subsequently blew up its neck. Devero took the jaws as a trophy and painted the pattern on his armor, while the likeness OF the Wyrm became their clan symbol. From here, it was all about earning their Beskar to turn those starting full-body armor suits into proper Mando Armor. Success was varied, and they got some, but the motherlode was sadly taken...by an Inquisitor who has used ancient alchemy to bond the Beskar to his SKIN, making him damn near invulnerable!

Well...unless you had ion weapons handy.

Supporting Characters:

Mandalorians - You know 'em, you love 'em, but cross 'em, and you die.

Clan Wyrm Slayer - Ghil Vayn (Echani Male), Kelmor Jath (Ex-Imperial Human Male), and Rissa Oze (Rodian Bounty Hunter) make up his fellow members aboard the ship, Halcyon Star. It is a small clan that they themselves started out.