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Anari Sato

Name - Anari Sato

Race - Human

Faction - New Republic

Character Alignment - Neutral-Good

Character Background - Born a twin from a pair of Mandalorian warriors belonging to Clan Vorne, Anari grew up under harsh tutelage on Mandalore. If she wasn’t at play with her sibling and friends, she was learning to fight. Her nights were spent reciting codes and creeds and learning about their history as a people. Their loyalty to House Kryze went back beyond the Clone Wars; she understood the vows her family put into place when it came to provide them with warm bodies and unmatched discipline.

She fought alongside her family and other vassals of House Kryze when the Empire came to conquer, but in the end Mandalore as they knew it was lost. With heavy hearts, depleted ammunition, melting blasters and vibroblades stained with Imperial blood, they were forced to flee their home and go underground like so many other survivors of their kind.

Forming a hidden enclave with over two dozen survivors joined during their escape, Anari’s family bided their time. They took up roles as mercenaries in the Outer Rim, gathering credits and building a network of trusted spies and associates to locate other estranged Mandalorians like themselves. The process demanded their patience, something Anari had little of at the time. Word of the Rebellion eventually reached them; Anari wished to fight back against the Empire, but her family refused the call to action. Without aid in reclaiming Mandalore, they would not take up arms and fight with the Rebel Alliance. Since the Alliance couldn’t hope to make a major strike at the time, her family and fellow survivors showed indifference for the growing movement.

Seeking to avenge their fallen, Anari confronted her family in the sanctity of their enclave and firmly asked that they take up arms with the Rebel Alliance; not all, but at least some could manage to remind the Empire that the Mandalorians were still alive—that they haven’t won yet. The destruction of a massive battle station over Yavin coupled with word of Mandalorians striking against them would add salt to their wounds.

None stood with her. Their unity was their strength, she was told, and so nursing their wounds and building up their armaments as they searched for their fellow survivors took precedence over vengeance. Coming to blows with her father over what she believed was cowardice, she was defeated with the edge of a vibroblade pressed against her throat. Her fire never faded and upon seeing that her will to fight only grew with her defeat, her father allowed her to leave. In exchange for walking away from their people and joining the Rebel Alliance unharmed, Anari promised to leave her armor behind, never openly identify as Mandalorian, and surrender her family name ‘Vorne’ until she returned to them.

Deeming those terms more than fair and saying one final goodbye to her mother and father, her brother handed her personal items off and turned away without another word. Among her weaponry and credits was a vambrace she recognized as her fathers. A part of him would be with her always. It encouraged her to follow through with her desires, and she set off alone with a personal promise to return once she'd done enough for her people.

Anari found her way in the Alliance’s service two years before Endor where she worked as an intelligence gatherer and infiltrator. She worked tirelessly to deliver information to and from rebel cells and has been the deliverer of death of several high-ranking Imperial targets. Under the fake surname Sato, she conceals her true origin from her peers as demanded by her father. As far as anyone in the Alliance knew, she was just a sixteen-year-old girl with nothing left to lose. And it helped that she came with training that put her fellow recruits to shame.

Now, five years after the death of the Emperor and Darth Vader, she works to put into motion an all-out assault on her homeworld and free it from the Empire’s grip once and for all.

Character Personality – Anari was raised as a warrior first and a woman second. She walks with a purpose and stands tall under any circumstance, carrying the burden of her decisions with her always. She isn’t much for idle conversation and awkward introductions, instead choosing to get it out of the way quickly so she can continue to do what she deems most important. She has few friends and those she does make have learned that she is all about business, with pleasure an afterthought.

Because of the fall of Mandalore at the hands of the Empire, she’s adopted a strong anti-Imperial stance. She watched as unarmed citizens fled for their lives only to be cut down by Imperial forces, enraging her to this day. Viewing the entire faction with contempt, she will never willingly give an Imperial the benefit of the doubt and will often choose to execute them regardless of making terms of surrender. If a mission does not explicitly state that a VIP must be secured, she will kill any and all between her and the objective if possible.

Serving five years in the Rebel Alliance turned New Republic, Anari’s reputation for getting results also earned her a reputation for not getting along well with others. Operating independently from her fellow agents for most of her time serving, those that did work along with her took notice of how frighteningly quiet she grew. Every word she uttered was brief and to the point, and she did not hesitate to scold them for slow responses, poor communication, and abysmal shots. She is critical of others as much as she is herself, and will not hesitate in pointing out how slow, how inaccurate, or just how useless an ally proves to be. Despite her disdain for poor performance, she will never willingly leave a comrade to die because of it.

In the heat of battle, she acts with precision; every shot must count, every word is brief yet firm, and every movement calculated. No matter the odds and no matter how bleak things might seem, Anari will not give up, even if every option and avenue has been exhausted.

While other operatives may need downtime after particularly intense operations, she will return to base and ask for other assignments. Should none be available, she will undergo personal drills to keep her skills sharpened to a lethal degree. Her idea of “fun” is preparing for her next assignment.

Unknown to most, she possesses a soft spot for children and will act out of character around one. Smiling, showing interest in their life, and extraordinarily protective of them, she will shift goals and mission parameters around should one be in danger.

Character's Physical description -

Anari is a lithe woman of 5’9, built strong from rigorous training and years of combat. Her skin is tough to the touch with lean muscle beneath every fiber of skin, often hidden behind her choice of clothing or armor.

She wears whatever is required of her for operations, but often sticks to an olive-colored jacket with a black sleeveless shirt beneath it; dark pants and boots complete the rest of her casual wear, leaving her unassuming. She does not carry any items that would lead one to believe she belongs to the Rebel Alliance from afar, allowing no symbols to adorn her choice of wear. Equipment such as holsters and blades are equipped on an operation by operation basis.

Character Class - Force Sensitive Soldier (Intelligence/Infiltrator)

Items -
- One BlasTech A280-CFE Blaster w/ Rifle and Sniper attachments.
- 3x Shock Grenades
- 1x Macrobinoculars
- 1x Vibroblade, holstered on her back.
- 1x Scattergun, holstered on left hip.
- 1x Vibroknife kept hidden beside right ankle.
- 1x Medpac, kept in ship.
- 1x Personal X-Wing w/ R2-B4 unit. Stores 2 days of military rations and spare parts
- 1x Vambrace enabling holographic calls. Also emits small deflector shield.

Supporting Characters -

Clan Vorne and “The Enclave” – Her family and fellow survivors of the Purge. While not having left on the best terms, there was a wordless assurance when she departed to join the Rebel Alliance: if she needed them, they would come. Looking back on how she acted before she departed, Anari has denied herself the right to call her family and people to her aid and has resolved never to need to. Shame prevents her from reaching out. She hopes only to call and inform them that the time to reclaim Mandalore is close.

Rogue Squadron – One of the most legendary fighter squadrons in the galaxy, Anari’s numerous operations during raids on Imperial strongholds has allowed her the great honor to work with the best of the best. While not best friends with Wedge Antilles himself, Anari has gotten to know some of his unit and keeps in close contact with a couple of them. If they need eyes on the ground, she is theirs to call. And if she needs some firepower from the skies, they’re happy to become available to her.

Suri Han – A former slave turned Rebel Alliance hero, this blue-skinned Twi’lek shares the same ferocity and fighting spirit as Anari. Operating as both a fighter ace and a fellow infiltrator, Suri works to to arrange prison breaks and eliminate slave trading operations. A strong believer in equality for all races in the galaxy, the notion of human superiority disgusts her. Everyone provides something.

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Sergeant Anari Sato

Name - Anari Sato

Race - Human

Faction - New Republic

Character Alignment - Neutral-Good

Character Background - Born a twin from a pair of Mandalorian warriors belonging to Clan Vorne, Anari grew up under harsh tutelage on Mandalore. If she wasn’t at play with her sibling and friends, she was learning to fight. Her nights were spent reciting codes and creeds and learning about their history as a people. Their loyalty to House Kryze went back beyond the Clone Wars; she understood the vows her family put into place when it came to provide them with warm bodies and unmatched discipline.

She fought alongside her family and other vassals of House Kryze when the Empire came to conquer, but in the end Mandalore as they knew it was lost. With heavy hearts, depleted ammunition, melting blasters and vibroblades stained with Imperial blood, they were forced to flee their home and go underground like so many other survivors of their kind.

Forming a hidden enclave with over two dozen survivors joined during their escape, Anari’s family bided their time. They took up roles as mercenaries in the Outer Rim, gathering credits and building a network of trusted spies and associates to locate other estranged Mandalorians like themselves. The process demanded their patience, something Anari had little of at the time. Word of the Rebellion eventually reached them; Anari wished to fight back against the Empire, but her family refused the call to action. Without aid in reclaiming Mandalore, they would not take up arms and fight with the Rebel Alliance. Since the Alliance couldn’t hope to make a major strike at the time, her family and fellow survivors showed indifference for the growing movement.

Seeking to avenge their fallen, Anari confronted her family in the sanctity of their enclave and firmly asked that they take up arms with the Rebel Alliance; not all, but at least some could manage to remind the Empire that the Mandalorians were still alive—that they haven’t won yet. The destruction of a massive battle station over Yavin coupled with word of Mandalorians striking against them would add salt to their wounds.

None stood with her. Their unity was their strength, she was told, and so nursing their wounds and building up their armaments as they searched for their fellow survivors took precedence over vengeance. Coming to blows with her father over what she believed was cowardice, she was defeated with the edge of a vibroblade pressed against her throat. Her fire never faded and upon seeing that her will to fight only grew with her defeat, her father allowed her to leave. In exchange for walking away from their people and joining the Rebel Alliance unharmed, Anari promised to leave her armor behind, never openly identify as Mandalorian, and surrender her family name ‘Vorne’ until she returned to them.

Deeming those terms more than fair and saying one final goodbye to her mother and father, her brother handed her personal items off and turned away without another word. Among her weaponry and credits was a vambrace she recognized as her fathers. A part of him would be with her always. It encouraged her to follow through with her desires, and she set off alone with a personal promise to return once she'd done enough for her people.

Anari found her way in the Alliance’s service two years before Endor where she worked as an intelligence gatherer and infiltrator. She worked tirelessly to deliver information to and from rebel cells and has been the deliverer of death of several high-ranking Imperial targets. Under the fake surname Sato, she conceals her true origin from her peers as demanded by her father. As far as anyone in the Alliance knew, she was just a sixteen-year-old girl with nothing left to lose. And it helped that she came with training that put her fellow recruits to shame.

Now, five years after the death of the Emperor and Darth Vader, she works to put into motion an all-out assault on her homeworld and free it from the Empire’s grip once and for all.

Character Personality – Anari was raised as a warrior first and a woman second. She walks with a purpose and stands tall under any circumstance, carrying the burden of her decisions with her always. She isn’t much for idle conversation and awkward introductions, instead choosing to get it out of the way quickly so she can continue to do what she deems most important. She has few friends and those she does make have learned that she is all about business, with pleasure an afterthought.

Because of the fall of Mandalore at the hands of the Empire, she’s adopted a strong anti-Imperial stance. She watched as unarmed citizens fled for their lives only to be cut down by Imperial forces, enraging her to this day. Viewing the entire faction with contempt, she will never willingly give an Imperial the benefit of the doubt and will often choose to execute them regardless of making terms of surrender. If a mission does not explicitly state that a VIP must be secured, she will kill any and all between her and the objective if possible.

Serving five years in the Rebel Alliance turned New Republic, Anari’s reputation for getting results also earned her a reputation for not getting along well with others. Operating independently from her fellow agents for most of her time serving, those that did work along with her took notice of how frighteningly quiet she grew. Every word she uttered was brief and to the point, and she did not hesitate to scold them for slow responses, poor communication, and abysmal shots. She is critical of others as much as she is herself, and will not hesitate in pointing out how slow, how inaccurate, or just how useless an ally proves to be. Despite her disdain for poor performance, she will never willingly leave a comrade to die because of it.

In the heat of battle, she acts with precision; every shot must count, every word is brief yet firm, and every movement calculated. No matter the odds and no matter how bleak things might seem, Anari will not give up, even if every option and avenue has been exhausted.

While other operatives may need downtime after particularly intense operations, she will return to base and ask for other assignments. Should none be available, she will undergo personal drills to keep her skills sharpened to a lethal degree. Her idea of “fun” is preparing for her next assignment.

Unknown to most, she possesses a soft spot for children and will act out of character around one. Smiling, showing interest in their life, and extraordinarily protective of them, she will shift goals and mission parameters around should one be in danger.

Character's Physical description -

Anari is a lithe woman of 5’9, built strong from rigorous training and years of combat. Her skin is tough to the touch with lean muscle beneath every fiber of skin, often hidden behind her choice of clothing or armor.

She wears whatever is required of her for operations, but often sticks to an olive-colored jacket with a black sleeveless shirt beneath it; dark pants and boots complete the rest of her casual wear, leaving her unassuming. She does not carry any items that would lead one to believe she belongs to the Rebel Alliance from afar, allowing no symbols to adorn her choice of wear. Equipment such as holsters and blades are equipped on an operation by operation basis.

Character Class - Force Sensitive Soldier (Intelligence/Infiltrator)

Items -
- One BlasTech A280-CFE Blaster w/ Rifle and Sniper attachments.
- 3x Shock Grenades
- 1x Macrobinoculars
- 1x Vibroblade, holstered on her back.
- 1x Scattergun, holstered on left hip.
- 1x Vibroknife kept hidden beside right ankle.
- 1x Medpac, kept in ship.
- 1x Personal X-Wing w/ R2-B4 unit. Stores 2 days of military rations and spare parts
- 1x Vambrace enabling holographic calls. Also emits small deflector shield.

Supporting Characters -

Clan Vorne and “The Enclave” – Her family and fellow survivors of the Purge. While not having left on the best terms, there was a wordless assurance when she departed to join the Rebel Alliance: if she needed them, they would come. Looking back on how she acted before she departed, Anari has denied herself the right to call her family and people to her aid and has resolved never to need to. Shame prevents her from reaching out. She hopes only to call and inform them that the time to reclaim Mandalore is close.

Rogue Squadron – One of the most legendary fighter squadrons in the galaxy, Anari’s numerous operations during raids on Imperial strongholds has allowed her the great honor to work with the best of the best. While not best friends with Wedge Antilles himself, Anari has gotten to know some of his unit and keeps in close contact with a couple of them. If they need eyes on the ground, she is theirs to call. And if she needs some firepower from the skies, they’re happy to become available to her.

Suri Han – A former slave turned Rebel Alliance hero, this blue-skinned Twi’lek shares the same ferocity and fighting spirit as Anari. Operating as both a fighter ace and a fellow infiltrator, Suri works to to arrange prison breaks and eliminate slave trading operations. A strong believer in equality for all races in the galaxy, the notion of human superiority disgusts her. Everyone provides something.

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[sly13]

Definitely interested in this.

[pandapolio]

Hey, looks really interesting. I'll have a cs up soon.

[Sep]

So I kinda skipped around his history, since there was a lot there. If you want me to throw more deets in, let me know.

V I C E A D M I R A L
T R A S K V O T H O N I

Race: Bothan

Faction: New Republic Defense Fleet

Character Alignment: Good

Character Background: Trask wasn't really anyone before he joined the Alliance to Restore the Republic, or the Rebel Alliance as it was more commonly known. He worked in logistics in a small shipping company out of his home planet of Bothawaiu towards the tail end of the Clone Wars. Like many command staff within the Rebel Alliance he didn't just live under the oppression of the Galactic Empire, he saw as the system he believed in crumbled and fell into something much darker. As a man renowned as a hero of the Clone Wars throughout the Galaxy.

Some still considered now Emperor Palpatine a hero, the liberties they were loosing deemed a 'necessary' evil in order to facilitate a peaceful transition, ensure that war couldn't strike again and eradicate any last Separatist Cells that existed in the Galaxy. Trask, like many others, didn't buy what the Imperial Propaganda machine was selling. When his firm was approached with a contract to move a Clone Wars Era Venator to the scrapyard world of Bracca they accepted. Only to be approached by Rebel Agents. They offered little in the way of money but still asked that the firm hand the ship over to them rather than scrapping it on Bracca. They agreed, but Trask had one condition. That he be allowed to go along with the ship to join the Rebellion.

The handoff didn't go exactly as planned, someone within the firm gave them up to the Empire, so when the tugs approached the rendezvous they were jumped by several Imperial Ships after the Rebel ships turned up. With only a skeleton crew aboard Trask gave the command to fire up the main reactor and bring power to the hyperdrive. While they managed to escape with no hopes of finding the Rebellion, no real crew, and no chance of entering any major system they laid low for several rotations while they quietly worked away on repairs. Keeping in focus on the holonet. Yag Ilsen, a Givin Trask had aboard the ship scoured the holonet for cyphers and codes that may lead them to the Rebellion. When they discovered that there was a refuelling base on Vrogas Vas they set course, and finally joined the Rebellion.

His crew were split and separated, however, recognising his skill from his civilian life and the fact that he managed to keep a barely functional Venator flying and secure with very little crew Trask was given the position of Captain and made the second in command of the ship, now christened the Relentless Endeavour. It took several years until the Endeavour was deemed to be 'fighting fit'. During which time the Battle of Yavin came and went. The Endeavours first official mission was the evacuation of Vrogas Vas. With Darth Vader himself on the planet dealing heavy casualties to the Rebel Alliance with no backup it was deemed an acceptable use for one of the few capital ships within the Alliance Navy. While it saw no combat at this time the mission was deemed a success.

Trask helped command the ship through several small skirmishes however its first real test was after the Battle of Hoth. As the Rebel Fleet scattered it was soon discovered that the Imperials had cracked Rebel Encryption protocols, the instant one Rebel Cell contacted another Cell the Imperial Fleet could pinpoint its location. Acting as the Flagship for the task force the Endeavour came under heavy fire when the Imperials discovered its location. Pulling the Tano Manoeuvre they managed to hold off the larger Imperial force long enough to plot their hyperspace route out of the fight.

Several other skirmishes and battles came and went throughout the years until the fateful battle of Endor. The Rebel Fleet was joined together for two assaults, a small assault as a diversionary tactic on Sullust while every other available ship went to Endor to fight the Second Death Star and the Emperor himself. It was a long gruelling battle, though eventually as the Death Star II was destroyed the Imperial Fleet fractured and the war by many was considered won.

With the victory, and growing navy promotions were rapid as the navy tried to grow to accommodate its new set of circumstances. Enlistment went up as worlds joined the Fledgning New Republic, while the New Republic officially maintained five fleets within these fleets were many different tasks forces. Trask became a Vice Admiral, commander of the 67th Defense Force also known as Task Force Rancor. Typically assigned to holding territory against rampaging Imperial Warlords or pirates he was most recently assigned to the Grizmallt campaign, holding it against probing Imperial incursions from the Core as well as rogue elements.

Character Personality: Trask is free-thinking enough to adapt to obstacles but is logistical in his initial approach. Warm and charismatic to those that he knows he has a reputation for caring deeply and respecting every individual member of his crew. A firm believer that anyone can achieve and advance through merit and hard work.

Character Class: Soldier?

Items:

67th Defense Force

Flagship: Venator Class Star Destroyer Relentless Endeavour
Frontline Ships: 2x Dreadnought Heavy Cruisers Resolute, Dominator, 1x MC80 Liberty, 1x Victory-II Star Destroyer Vengeful
Support: 5x CR90 Corvette, 2x DP20 Frigate, 3x Nebulon B Frigate
Transport: 3x Acclmator Class transgalactic military transport

Supporting Characters:

TBA

[nitemare shape]

So I kinda skipped around his history, since there was a lot there. If you want me to throw more deets in, let me know.

V I C E A D M I R A L
T R A S K V O T H O N I

Race: Bothan

Faction: New Republic Defense Fleet

Character Alignment: Good

Character Background: Trask wasn't really anyone before he joined the Alliance to Restore the Republic, or the Rebel Alliance as it was more commonly known. He worked in logistics in a small shipping company out of his home planet of Bothawaiu towards the tail end of the Clone Wars. Like many command staff within the Rebel Alliance he didn't just live under the oppression of the Galactic Empire, he saw as the system he believed in crumbled and fell into something much darker. As a man renowned as a hero of the Clone Wars throughout the Galaxy.

Some still considered now Emperor Palpatine a hero, the liberties they were loosing deemed a 'necessary' evil in order to facilitate a peaceful transition, ensure that war couldn't strike again and eradicate any last Separatist Cells that existed in the Galaxy. Trask, like many others, didn't buy what the Imperial Propaganda machine was selling. When his firm was approached with a contract to move a Clone Wars Era Venator to the scrapyard world of Bracca they accepted. Only to be approached by Rebel Agents. They offered little in the way of money but still asked that the firm hand the ship over to them rather than scrapping it on Bracca. They agreed, but Trask had one condition. That he be allowed to go along with the ship to join the Rebellion.

The handoff didn't go exactly as planned, someone within the firm gave them up to the Empire, so when the tugs approached the rendezvous they were jumped by several Imperial Ships after the Rebel ships turned up. With only a skeleton crew aboard Trask gave the command to fire up the main reactor and bring power to the hyperdrive. While they managed to escape with no hopes of finding the Rebellion, no real crew, and no chance of entering any major system they laid low for several rotations while they quietly worked away on repairs. Keeping in focus on the holonet. Yag Ilsen, a Givin Trask had aboard the ship scoured the holonet for cyphers and codes that may lead them to the Rebellion. When they discovered that there was a refuelling base on Vrogas Vas they set course, and finally joined the Rebellion.

His crew were split and separated, however, recognising his skill from his civilian life and the fact that he managed to keep a barely functional Venator flying and secure with very little crew Trask was given the position of Captain and made the second in command of the ship, now christened the Relentless Endeavour. It took several years until the Endeavour was deemed to be 'fighting fit'. During which time the Battle of Yavin came and went. The Endeavours first official mission was the evacuation of Vrogas Vas. With Darth Vader himself on the planet dealing heavy casualties to the Rebel Alliance with no backup it was deemed an acceptable use for one of the few capital ships within the Alliance Navy. While it saw no combat at this time the mission was deemed a success.

Trask helped command the ship through several small skirmishes however its first real test was after the Battle of Hoth. As the Rebel Fleet scattered it was soon discovered that the Imperials had cracked Rebel Encryption protocols, the instant one Rebel Cell contacted another Cell the Imperial Fleet could pinpoint its location. Acting as the Flagship for the task force the Endeavour came under heavy fire when the Imperials discovered its location. Pulling the Tano Manoeuvre they managed to hold off the larger Imperial force long enough to plot their hyperspace route out of the fight.

Several other skirmishes and battles came and went throughout the years until the fateful battle of Endor. The Rebel Fleet was joined together for two assaults, a small assault as a diversionary tactic on Sullust while every other available ship went to Endor to fight the Second Death Star and the Emperor himself. It was a long gruelling battle, though eventually as the Death Star II was destroyed the Imperial Fleet fractured and the war by many was considered won.

With the victory, and growing navy promotions were rapid as the navy tried to grow to accommodate its new set of circumstances. Enlistment went up as worlds joined the Fledgning New Republic, while the New Republic officially maintained five fleets within these fleets were many different tasks forces. Trask became a Vice Admiral, commander of the 67th Defense Force also known as Task Force Rancor. Typically assigned to holding territory against rampaging Imperial Warlords or pirates he was most recently assigned to the Grizmallt campaign, holding it against probing Imperial incursions from the Core as well as rogue elements.

Character Personality: Trask is free-thinking enough to adapt to obstacles but is logistical in his initial approach. Warm and charismatic to those that he knows he has a reputation for caring deeply and respecting every individual member of his crew. A firm believer that anyone can achieve and advance through merit and hard work.

Character Class: Soldier?

Items:

67th Defense Force

Flagship: Venator Class Star Destroyer Relentless Endeavour
Frontline Ships: 2x Dreadnought Heavy Cruisers Resolute, Dominator, 1x MC80 Liberty, 1x Victory-II Star Destroyer Vengeful
Support: 5x CR90 Corvette, 2x DP20 Frigate, 3x Nebulon B Frigate
Transport: 3x Acclmator Class transgalactic military transport

Supporting Characters:

TBA

@Sep

Approved

[Sep]

L O R D K O R E N O Z E L L

Race: Human

Faction: Grand Imperium

Character Alignment: Lawful Evil

Character Background: Born on Coruscant during the waning days of the Republic Koren was always exposed to the rife and the corruption that spread throughout the City Planet. He saw as Aliens abused their increased abilities to commit a crime, and the hate spread through the human population. So that when he eventually had the chance to do something to make a change he did, joining the police. He was a stickler for the law in a time when corruption was the main currency of the Undercity and even the upper-levels. A weapons deal gone bad resulted in Koren leaving the Police Service in exchange. An Intelligence Asset by the name of Gallius Rax took an interest in the young detective and his way of doing things. Through the Agent he came to know a young Senator from Naboo called Sheev Palpatine.

Through Palpatine, Koren gained his first job in Republic Intelligence a couple of years before the onset of the Clone Wars. As Palpatine became chancellor he began moving select people around into several high-end positions, known as Palpatines Confidants Koren counted himself amongst this number and became the head of all Coruscant Security Forces, in charge of every police bureau and detective agency. Like many of Palpatine's hand-picked he proved himself, working his way to eliminate corruption and maximize efficiency. Everything he did fueled the popularity of Palpatine and the movement that was rapidly gathering behind him. Koren remained close to the chancellor, while like many he was not aware of Palpatines true identity as Darth Sidious he was privy to some more sensitive conversations between the Chancellor and a certain Wilhulf Tarkin.

As the Clone Wars erupted and Palpatine grabbed more power for himself he remembered those who had aided him to get to the position he was now in, Koren gained his own 'emergency' powers. Able to issue warrants and follow through with arrests on the barest evidence, the conviction rate soared through the roof. As refugees flocked to the capital as the Clone Wars raged on throughout the Galaxy Koren convinced Palpatine to have Clones to bolster the numbers of police on the streets, slowly bringing about martial law. As the day came closer and closer to the Declaration of a New Order more and more meetings were held behind closed doors. Tarkin would become Grand Moff, second to only the Emperor, sectors would be given to trusted officers and individuals. While Palpatine would remain on Coruscant even after the Declaration Koren was given the title of Governor and control over the sector.

With the destruction of the first Death Star Palpatine gave Koren the knowledge of routes into the Deep Core, having him move resources and assets into the core bolstering its defenses and ensuring that the Core could last as a holdout should the worst happen, or as a possible source of reinforcements were the rebels to be as bold as to attack Coruscant itself. As Governors betrayed Palpatine for greed or were killed by the Rebel Alliance the Emperor moved the ones he trusted around, increasing their power. Re-writing laws on a whim, Korens power grew in the Core until he maintained a handful of systems. Though his focus was always on the capital itself, Palpatines anti-alien views causing a veritable powder keg to exist below the surface, with several attempts on his life happening almost on a daily basis.

When the news came that the Emperor had died above Endor along with Darth Vader riots broke out over Coruscant, people who were pro-Empire and people who were Anti-Empire. Koren couldn't stand to see his people be in such a state of disarray so as Mos Ammeda killed himself he stepped in and seized power. As more and more Imperials returned to Coruscant his power grew, announcing himself Lord of the Grand Imperium and fixing what he felt were some glaring issues in Palpatines Empire. Over time as more and more Imperial Warlords fell Koren consolidated his power, until the New Republic turned its eyes upon him.

Character Personality: Koren is logical, he believes in Order through any means. He isn't a Sith, he isn't a Force Wielder. Power may have corrupted him, and he is unwilling to give up that power but he truly believes that his way of doing things is better than the chaos that is the New Republic, and even that the Galactic Empire was a better solution. He has no intentions on Galactic Conquest, just to not lose his home to the anarchy that is spreading throughout the galaxy like cancer. Will he push back against the Rebels? Only time will tell, and it depends on how much strain they put on him and his people.

Character Class: Soldier/Leader

Items:

Grand Imperium Map

Grand Imperium

The Grand Imperium is built upon the foundations of the Empire. The key differences are that Aliens are permitted and accepted within the Imperium, and even given a place. Recognized as useful and that they can contribute to society as more than slaves. It is, however, under no means considered a free and fair society. Think of it much more like North Korea than Nazi Germany, it's still paranoid, kinda bad, but it's not quite genocide bad. Not unless you push their buttons the wrong way.

Major Locations:

• Coruscant: Coruscant is the Capital of the Grand Imperium, it is also its largest population hub. While many have learned to accept rule under the Empire, and Grand Imperium there is still some dissent, however, when is there no dissent among the people?
  
  Imperial Palace

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  The Imperial Palace is home to the Imperial Knights, a peacekeeping organization within the Grand Imperium built from the foundation of the Inquisitorus. Unlike the Inquisitors who were enforcers for Vader, the Imperial Knights act more like the Jedi Knights of old, however, swear fealty to the Grand Imperium and its citizens, rather than a religious code.
  
  
  Imperium Palace

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  The Imperium Palace was formerly the Galactic Senate. It holds all the important offices within the Imperium, as well as Lord Koren Ozells personal home and offices.
• Alaskan, Weerden, Thokos, Xorth: These worlds are all considered frontier worlds. Immobilizer Cruisers as well as support vessels to prevent unauthorized traffic from traveling into the Grand Imperium.
• Byss: A Fortress World, created as a backup should another force attack Coruscant. It is the only world in the Imperium with facilities capable of constructing Star Destroyers. Its static defenses rival those of Coruscant itself, though the population is significantly smaller. The planet itself is sparsely populated, and to keep its location secret much of the work and maintenance work is done with droids.

Supporting Characters:

TBA

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L O R D K O R E N O Z E L L

Race: Human

Faction: Grand Imperium

Character Alignment: Lawful Evil

Character Background: Born on Coruscant during the waning days of the Republic Koren was always exposed to the rife and the corruption that spread throughout the City Planet. He saw as Aliens abused their increased abilities to commit a crime, and the hate spread through the human population. So that when he eventually had the chance to do something to make a change he did, joining the police. He was a stickler for the law in a time when corruption was the main currency of the Undercity and even the upper-levels. A weapons deal gone bad resulted in Koren leaving the Police Service in exchange. An Intelligence Asset by the name of Gallius Rax took an interest in the young detective and his way of doing things. Through the Agent he came to know a young Senator from Naboo called Sheev Palpatine.

Through Palpatine, Koren gained his first job in Republic Intelligence a couple of years before the onset of the Clone Wars. As Palpatine became chancellor he began moving select people around into several high-end positions, known as Palpatines Confidants Koren counted himself amongst this number and became the head of all Coruscant Security Forces, in charge of every police bureau and detective agency. Like many of Palpatine's hand-picked he proved himself, working his way to eliminate corruption and maximize efficiency. Everything he did fueled the popularity of Palpatine and the movement that was rapidly gathering behind him. Koren remained close to the chancellor, while like many he was not aware of Palpatines true identity as Darth Sidious he was privy to some more sensitive conversations between the Chancellor and a certain Wilhulf Tarkin.

As the Clone Wars erupted and Palpatine grabbed more power for himself he remembered those who had aided him to get to the position he was now in, Koren gained his own 'emergency' powers. Able to issue warrants and follow through with arrests on the barest evidence, the conviction rate soared through the roof. As refugees flocked to the capital as the Clone Wars raged on throughout the Galaxy Koren convinced Palpatine to have Clones to bolster the numbers of police on the streets, slowly bringing about martial law. As the day came closer and closer to the Declaration of a New Order more and more meetings were held behind closed doors. Tarkin would become Grand Moff, second to only the Emperor, sectors would be given to trusted officers and individuals. While Palpatine would remain on Coruscant even after the Declaration Koren was given the title of Governor and control over the sector.

With the destruction of the first Death Star Palpatine gave Koren the knowledge of routes into the Deep Core, having him move resources and assets into the core bolstering its defenses and ensuring that the Core could last as a holdout should the worst happen, or as a possible source of reinforcements were the rebels to be as bold as to attack Coruscant itself. As Governors betrayed Palpatine for greed or were killed by the Rebel Alliance the Emperor moved the ones he trusted around, increasing their power. Re-writing laws on a whim, Korens power grew in the Core until he maintained a handful of systems. Though his focus was always on the capital itself, Palpatines anti-alien views causing a veritable powder keg to exist below the surface, with several attempts on his life happening almost on a daily basis.

When the news came that the Emperor had died above Endor along with Darth Vader riots broke out over Coruscant, people who were pro-Empire and people who were Anti-Empire. Koren couldn't stand to see his people be in such a state of disarray so as Mos Ammeda killed himself he stepped in and seized power. As more and more Imperials returned to Coruscant his power grew, announcing himself Lord of the Grand Imperium and fixing what he felt were some glaring issues in Palpatines Empire. Over time as more and more Imperial Warlords fell Koren consolidated his power, until the New Republic turned its eyes upon him.

Character Personality: Koren is logical, he believes in Order through any means. He isn't a Sith, he isn't a Force Wielder. Power may have corrupted him, and he is unwilling to give up that power but he truly believes that his way of doing things is better than the chaos that is the New Republic, and even that the Galactic Empire was a better solution. He has no intentions on Galactic Conquest, just to not lose his home to the anarchy that is spreading throughout the galaxy like cancer. Will he push back against the Rebels? Only time will tell, and it depends on how much strain they put on him and his people.

Character Class: Soldier/Leader

Items:

Grand Imperium Map

Grand Imperium

The Grand Imperium is built upon the foundations of the Empire. The key differences are that Aliens are permitted and accepted within the Imperium, and even given a place. Recognized as useful and that they can contribute to society as more than slaves. It is, however, under no means considered a free and fair society. Think of it much more like North Korea than Nazi Germany, it's still paranoid, kinda bad, but it's not quite genocide bad. Not unless you push their buttons the wrong way.

Major Locations:

• Coruscant: Coruscant is the Capital of the Grand Imperium, it is also its largest population hub. While many have learned to accept rule under the Empire, and Grand Imperium there is still some dissent, however, when is there no dissent among the people?
  
  Imperial Palace

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  The Imperial Palace is home to the Imperial Knights, a peacekeeping organization within the Grand Imperium built from the foundation of the Inquisitorus. Unlike the Inquisitors who were enforcers for Vader, the Imperial Knights act more like the Jedi Knights of old, however, swear fealty to the Grand Imperium and its citizens, rather than a religious code.
  
  
  Imperium Palace

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  The Imperium Palace was formerly the Galactic Senate. It holds all the important offices within the Imperium, as well as Lord Koren Ozells personal home and offices.
• Alaskan, Weerden, Thokos, Xorth: These worlds are all considered frontier worlds. Immobilizer Cruisers as well as support vessels to prevent unauthorized traffic from traveling into the Grand Imperium.
• Byss: A Fortress World, created as a backup should another force attack Coruscant. It is the only world in the Imperium with facilities capable of constructing Star Destroyers. Its static defenses rival those of Coruscant itself, though the population is significantly smaller. The planet itself is sparsely populated, and to keep its location secret much of the work and maintenance work is done with droids.

Supporting Characters:

TBA

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[Sep]

Looking forward to seeing what other people come up with.

[Ascendant]

How do you plan to have all these characters in different factions interact?

[FalloutJack]

@Ascendant Funny story: We've been discussing that. The current concensus is that our plotting will start out with people essentially at the head of their own personal tales (or collaborating as requested) until more and more interactions occur and events start to bring them all together for something much bigger. We've compared it to how the Marvel movies were handled, oddly enough.

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@Ascendant Funny story: We've been discussing that. The current concensus is that our plotting will start out with people essentially at the head of their own personal tales (or collaborating as requested) until more and more interactions occur and events start to bring them all together for something much bigger. We've compared it to how the Marvel movies were handled, oddly enough.

@FalloutJack

Exactly. It's going to be a lot of fun

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Dredar Ragant

Dredar Ragant

Race: Human

Faction: Imperial Knights of the Grand Imperium

Character Alignment: Lawful Evil

Character Background: Dredar was born to a family of farmers on the quiet world of Dantooine, away from the constant wars and chaos of the greater galaxy. For the first five years of his life he lived on his homeworld until a wandering Jedi knight discovered his Force sensitivity. After that life changing moment he was taken offworld to the galactic capital of Coruscant. The busting city covered planet was a far cry from his docile homeworld, a radical change of scenery. It was a difficult transition for the young boy, being taken away from his family for hood. But Dredar was destined to become a fabled Jedi, the warrior peacekeepers of the galaxy. His father had told him tales of them as bed time stories, and now the boy was on the path to becoming one. He showcased ability and potential, passing his initiate trials with ease. After that he progressed to become a Jedi padawan and was taken as an apprentice by the Jedi knight, Vavi Mitrin.

The padawan years were a difficult one, Master Mitrin was a demanding but not unforgiving teacher. He was a skilled master who specialized in lightsaber combat but was also talented with using the Force. He'd expect only the best from Dredar and the padawan would frequently showcase his best. The martial areas of a Jedi came naturally to Dredar as he excelled in the more aggressive forms of lightsaber combat. Their missions together often involved defending civilians from raiders, slavers and pirates, the very worst of the galaxy. Through these encounters the young Jedi would frequently see the dark and twisted side of the galaxy, beyond the beautiful worlds of the Republic. He'd face his first brushes with the dark side of the Force. One of the most notable incidents involved him being seperated from Master Mitrin and surrounded by slavers. After being struck with a grazing blaster bolt he felt his adrenaline and pain amplify himself then followed it up by viciously lashing out at his opponents.

When his master found him Dredar was in the process of shoving his lightsaber blade through the gut of a surrendering slaver, adding to the group of broken and carved corpses that had amounted. All from the padawan tapping into the dark side. Mitrin reprimanded his apprentice strongly as he attempted to vanquish any future encounters with the dark side from the young Jedi's mind. His brief descent would serve as a constant reminder for Dredar, an event which would impact him greatly down the road. Both Jedi did their best to move on from the moment as the breakout of the Clone Wars drew nearer. The duo would find themselves plunged into battles which neither of them could find any prior comparison too. While fighting raiders and slavers were brutal, deadly missions they did not compare to war. Nothing even came close.

The scenes of battles against the Confederacy were unlike he'd anything else he'd ever been through. The constant death and destruction, the accumulated bodies of clone troopers, Jedi and civilians. His previous missions with his master had shown Dredar how unsettling the galaxy could get, and he liked to believe he handled it better than many Jedi did. He'd engage in several battles across worlds alongside Master Mitrin, repelling the droid forces in defense of the Republic. Unbeknownst to Dredar and every other Jedi, their order's time would draw to an end sooner than any of them had ever expected. Order 66 range out across the stars, and the once fiercely loyal clone troopers turned on their Jedi commanders.

The teenaged padawan and his master had been stationed on Allyuen where they were assisting with the cleanup following a long battle with separatist forces. Dredar was helping some of the civilians sheltering from the battle, when he sensed ten clone troopers approach him and Master Mitrin. As the Jedi looked to see why the soldiers had approached them he watched as they leveled their weapons at both him and his master then opened. Master Mitrin put himself in front of Dredar to protect his weaker padawan, as he tried his damnedest to fend off the sudden betrayal. A trio of clone troopers went down from deflections before Mitrin collapsed in a volley of blaster bolts. Dredar screamed in shock as he charged at the attackers, carving through them as quickly as he could. His emotions rocketing inside of him until he was the last one standing. He didn't even have a moment to try to collect his fallen master before more clones approached him as they fired off more shots in his direction. The Jedi darted into the wilderness of the world, as deep as he could run.

Once he felt he was far enough in that the clones wouldn't find him he fell to his knees and broke down, shattering emotionally from the sudden betrayal of their once trusted soldiers and the rapid death of his master. He blamed himself for it, for not being able to keep Master Mitrin alive. Still, he forced himself to push on, it was what his master would've wanted him to do. For nearly two weeks Dredar survived in the wilderness, using the survival techniques his master had instilled in him when his rations were gone. He re-emerged in the spaceport of the world at the height of nightime. He snuck aboard a merchant's vessel and stowed himself away without the faintest clue where it was headed. As it landed he crept out, to find himself on Nar Shaddaa, the notorious Hutt controlled world. Outside of Republic space and hopefully far enough from the treacherous clones.

On that dangerous planet Dredar took on a new identity, as he watched the Republic fall into becoming the merciless Galactic Empire. His kind were branded as traitors and hunted down throughout the galaxy. Nar Shaddaa in a way was a blessing for him to have found himself on, he could blend himself into the endless crowds as just another face. It was a brutal, unhappy life but it was better than death. He stowed away his lightsaber and forced himself to learn how to use a blaster pistol. He'd take a job in a slummier district of the world as a helping hand in a speeder repair shop. As he blossomed into adult hood and gradually lost touch with the ways of the Jedi. The unforgiving ways of Nar Shadaa had its effects on him. He'd spend almost ten years on the vicious world, eventually climbing to become a mechanic in a more prosperous shop.

For once in his life of exile he felt safety, until a dark cloaked figure wandered into his shop and ignited a red bladed lightsaber. Dredar pleaded with the man, an inquisitor working for the Empire to hunt down rogue Jedi. He swore he was no Jedi, but the man tore through these words. The Jedi did the only thing he could do, he ran back home to his humble apartment. He attempted to lose the dark sider in the crowds and as he made it home he truly believed he had succeeded. He gathered up what little items he could, including his lightsaber and made a beeline for the nearest port. As Dredar turned down an alley he felt eyes watching him from above, as the Inquisitorius landed in front of him with their blade drawn.

The runaway Jedi had nowhere left to flee, and reluctantly drew his own lightsaber. The last few times he'd ignited the weapon were in solitary training sessions to try to prepare himself for this exact moment. The two clashed, filling the alley with the sounds of fierce lightsaber combat. Dredar briefly held the advantage, the naturally talented and well trained rogue Jedi calling back the techniques he'd been taught. But he ultimately not matched for the inquisitor, their constant training and battles with Jedi. He watched as his Jedi lightsaber was severed in half at the hilt, the inquisitor complimenting his attempted resistance as he held the crimson blade to Dredar's throat. He stared up at his attackers, no fear in his eyes as he attempted to bring himself to peace, focusing on a reunion in the afterlife with his long departed master. Instead he felt the inquisitor's boot slam into his temple and knock him out cold, unconscious but alive. A result the Jedi at the time would not have taken over death.

Dredar would awake to find himself in a strange new place, far from Nar Shadaa. The inquisitor who had captured him began to torture him brutally, scarred his skin and twisted his mind to force him to reach for the dark side. The former Jedi had his share of brushes with the dark side and fell easier than others did. Then Dredar was brought before the infamous Darth Vader and made to train. The rush of combat came back to the fallen Jedi, and he showed promise in becoming a future inquisitor. Despite this, as customary with other new inquisitors he'd watch as Vader severed his left lower arm clean off. As Dredar screamed in shock the Sith lord told him it was to teach him what happens when he lost, there would be no mercy for such failures in the Empire. He would continue to suffer sessions of torture, and be fed Imperial propaganda until he had fully cracked, pledging himself to the Empire. As he knelt before Darth Vader his former name was wiped away, and he was proclaimed as the Eleventh Brother.

The Eleventh Brother crafted himself a crimson red bladed lightsaber of the inquisitor, and donned the armor as he was set upon the greater galaxy to hunt down Jedi and force sensitive children. One of his most notable encounters included hunting down Iwil Rinam, a former friend of his when they were both Jedi. He'd successfully converted the twi'lek to the dark side. His years as an inquisitor were well served, earning him praise within the Empire. He'd been alone so long on Nar Shaddaa that even acceptance in the brutal Empire was pleasing. It was part of the reason he'd become so fanatically devoted to the Empire and their ideals. During these years the Eleventh Brother developed a friendship with Koren Ozell, the future Lord of the Grand Imperium. He'd frequently partake in missions within the Governor's territory and respected the intelligent man.

Still, he was helpless to watch as the Empire fell. The man who had trained him, Darth Vader perished alongside with the great Emperor Palpatine. The Empire broke apart, as the Eleventh Brother aligned himself completely with Ozell's remnant. The inquisitors had lost their use in the shattered Empire, yet he had plenty of opportunity in Ozell's resurgent Empire. Dredar would play a key part in consolidating the man's power, undertaking key missions to build the Grand Imperium. Along the way he established his own order of Force users, the Imperial Knights. They were pledged to no creed or side of the Force, instead to the Empire and its eternal power. They were a better, more refined answer to the New Republic's new Jedi Order. He's tasked himself with building this order, recruiting Force sensitives within the Empire of any age and species. While thoughts of greater power stir within his thoughts.

Character Personality: Dredar is a complicated man who has seen both the light and dark side of the Force, giving him a unique outlook on the ways of the Force and life itself. For nearly the entirety of his adult life he has been a part of the Galactic Empire and has developed a strong loyalty to its ideals, even in its collapse then restructure as the Grand Imperium. Dredar has a reputation as someone who does not lie, his honesty is the blunt variety. He is a lawful figure, who is quick to take firm and certain action against those that wronged him or the Empire. He is typically against cold blooded murder, but has had moments of rage where hes lashed out and struck down people. In general these types of brash, unexpected moments are far and in between as Dredar tends to keep a very composed figure. He's logic minded, pragmatic person who is willing to give his life to uphold his ideals.

One of the ideals he focused on with the creation of his Imperial Knights is the abdication of loyalty to either side of the Force, Dredar is much the same. While he tends to lean dark, drawing power from his emotions and pain he is not needlessly sadistic or cruel. He does have a desire for power, to grow stronger to the point where he is unopposed. Inwardly his thoughts have been building against being ordered around, though the birth of the Imperial Knights has helped with that. These more radical thoughts have been dismissed as doomed at the moment.

Character's Physical description: Dredar is an imposing figure, with a stature standing at three inches over six feet in height and an athletic frame. Smiles rarely etch their way onto his facial features, and his hazel colored eyes are often cast in glares. His light brown hair is at near shoulder length while his face is constantly shaven clean of any facial hair. He walks with a purposeful, fearless stride. His left arm below the elbow is entirely robotic and he does not speak of how he lost the half limb.

Character Class: Force Sensitive head of the Imperial Knights

Items: Dredar carries a single white bladed lightsaber, a commlink device, a credit chip, several thermal detonators, rations and a wrist mounted grappling hook within his armor. His armor, the attire of the Imperial Knights is akin to a stormtrooper's armor albeit with alterations. It is more lightweight in its creation while still providing a good deal of protection from blaster bolts and physical blows. Crimson red armor plates adorn the entire armor, while the powerful insignia of the Grand Imperium is branded on both shoulders. A long black cape hangs from the back of his shoulders.

Dredar is also a capable pilot, his main spacecraft being an advanced model of the classic TIE Fighter. It comes equipped with four laser cannons, two missile launchers, hardened armor plating and its speed is more akin to the TIE Interceptor model. Another special feature is a hyperdrive which allows Dredar to travel the stars with maximum efficiency. He has given it the name, the Vigilance.

Supporting Characters:
Iwil Rinam - A longtime friend stretching back to the day they both were padawans, Dredar was the one who corrupted Iwil to the dark side as an inquisitor. It is only naturally the hardy twi'lek serves as one of his most trusted Imperial Knights. There does exist a sort of tension between the two Force users but neither men chooses to address it.

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Dredar Ragant

Dredar Ragant

Race: Human

Faction: Imperial Knights of the Grand Imperium

Character Alignment: Lawful Evil

Character Background: Dredar was born to a family of farmers on the quiet world of Dantooine, away from the constant wars and chaos of the greater galaxy. For the first five years of his life he lived on his homeworld until a wandering Jedi knight discovered his Force sensitivity. After that life changing moment he was taken offworld to the galactic capital of Coruscant. The busting city covered planet was a far cry from his docile homeworld, a radical change of scenery. It was a difficult transition for the young boy, being taken away from his family for hood. But Dredar was destined to become a fabled Jedi, the warrior peacekeepers of the galaxy. His father had told him tales of them as bed time stories, and now the boy was on the path to becoming one. He showcased ability and potential, passing his initiate trials with ease. After that he progressed to become a Jedi padawan and was taken as an apprentice by the Jedi knight, Vavi Mitrin.

The padawan years were a difficult one, Master Mitrin was a demanding but not unforgiving teacher. He was a skilled master who specialized in lightsaber combat but was also talented with using the Force. He'd expect only the best from Dredar and the padawan would frequently showcase his best. The martial areas of a Jedi came naturally to Dredar as he excelled in the more aggressive forms of lightsaber combat. Their missions together often involved defending civilians from raiders, slavers and pirates, the very worst of the galaxy. Through these encounters the young Jedi would frequently see the dark and twisted side of the galaxy, beyond the beautiful worlds of the Republic. He'd face his first brushes with the dark side of the Force. One of the most notable incidents involved him being seperated from Master Mitrin and surrounded by slavers. After being struck with a grazing blaster bolt he felt his adrenaline and pain amplify himself then followed it up by viciously lashing out at his opponents.

When his master found him Dredar was in the process of shoving his lightsaber blade through the gut of a surrendering slaver, adding to the group of broken and carved corpses that had amounted. All from the padawan tapping into the dark side. Mitrin reprimanded his apprentice strongly as he attempted to vanquish any future encounters with the dark side from the young Jedi's mind. His brief descent would serve as a constant reminder for Dredar, an event which would impact him greatly down the road. Both Jedi did their best to move on from the moment as the breakout of the Clone Wars drew nearer. The duo would find themselves plunged into battles which neither of them could find any prior comparison too. While fighting raiders and slavers were brutal, deadly missions they did not compare to war. Nothing even came close.

The scenes of battles against the Confederacy were unlike he'd anything else he'd ever been through. The constant death and destruction, the accumulated bodies of clone troopers, Jedi and civilians. His previous missions with his master had shown Dredar how unsettling the galaxy could get, and he liked to believe he handled it better than many Jedi did. He'd engage in several battles across worlds alongside Master Mitrin, repelling the droid forces in defense of the Republic. Unbeknownst to Dredar and every other Jedi, their order's time would draw to an end sooner than any of them had ever expected. Order 66 range out across the stars, and the once fiercely loyal clone troopers turned on their Jedi commanders.

The teenaged padawan and his master had been stationed on Allyuen where they were assisting with the cleanup following a long battle with separatist forces. Dredar was helping some of the civilians sheltering from the battle, when he sensed ten clone troopers approach him and Master Mitrin. As the Jedi looked to see why the soldiers had approached them he watched as they leveled their weapons at both him and his master then opened. Master Mitrin put himself in front of Dredar to protect his weaker padawan, as he tried his damnedest to fend off the sudden betrayal. A trio of clone troopers went down from deflections before Mitrin collapsed in a volley of blaster bolts. Dredar screamed in shock as he charged at the attackers, carving through them as quickly as he could. His emotions rocketing inside of him until he was the last one standing. He didn't even have a moment to try to collect his fallen master before more clones approached him as they fired off more shots in his direction. The Jedi darted into the wilderness of the world, as deep as he could run.

Once he felt he was far enough in that the clones wouldn't find him he fell to his knees and broke down, shattering emotionally from the sudden betrayal of their once trusted soldiers and the rapid death of his master. He blamed himself for it, for not being able to keep Master Mitrin alive. Still, he forced himself to push on, it was what his master would've wanted him to do. For nearly two weeks Dredar survived in the wilderness, using the survival techniques his master had instilled in him when his rations were gone. He re-emerged in the spaceport of the world at the height of nightime. He snuck aboard a merchant's vessel and stowed himself away without the faintest clue where it was headed. As it landed he crept out, to find himself on Nar Shaddaa, the notorious Hutt controlled world. Outside of Republic space and hopefully far enough from the treacherous clones.

On that dangerous planet Dredar took on a new identity, as he watched the Republic fall into becoming the merciless Galactic Empire. His kind were branded as traitors and hunted down throughout the galaxy. Nar Shaddaa in a way was a blessing for him to have found himself on, he could blend himself into the endless crowds as just another face. It was a brutal, unhappy life but it was better than death. He stowed away his lightsaber and forced himself to learn how to use a blaster pistol. He'd take a job in a slummier district of the world as a helping hand in a speeder repair shop. As he blossomed into adult hood and gradually lost touch with the ways of the Jedi. The unforgiving ways of Nar Shadaa had its effects on him. He'd spend almost ten years on the vicious world, eventually climbing to become a mechanic in a more prosperous shop.

For once in his life of exile he felt safety, until a dark cloaked figure wandered into his shop and ignited a red bladed lightsaber. Dredar pleaded with the man, an inquisitor working for the Empire to hunt down rogue Jedi. He swore he was no Jedi, but the man tore through these words. The Jedi did the only thing he could do, he ran back home to his humble apartment. He attempted to lose the dark sider in the crowds and as he made it home he truly believed he had succeeded. He gathered up what little items he could, including his lightsaber and made a beeline for the nearest port. As Dredar turned down an alley he felt eyes watching him from above, as the Inquisitorius landed in front of him with their blade drawn.

The runaway Jedi had nowhere left to flee, and reluctantly drew his own lightsaber. The last few times he'd ignited the weapon were in solitary training sessions to try to prepare himself for this exact moment. The two clashed, filling the alley with the sounds of fierce lightsaber combat. Dredar briefly held the advantage, the naturally talented and well trained rogue Jedi calling back the techniques he'd been taught. But he ultimately not matched for the inquisitor, their constant training and battles with Jedi. He watched as his Jedi lightsaber was severed in half at the hilt, the inquisitor complimenting his attempted resistance as he held the crimson blade to Dredar's throat. He stared up at his attackers, no fear in his eyes as he attempted to bring himself to peace, focusing on a reunion in the afterlife with his long departed master. Instead he felt the inquisitor's boot slam into his temple and knock him out cold, unconscious but alive. A result the Jedi at the time would not have taken over death.

Dredar would awake to find himself in a strange new place, far from Nar Shadaa. The inquisitor who had captured him began to torture him brutally, scarred his skin and twisted his mind to force him to reach for the dark side. The former Jedi had his share of brushes with the dark side and fell easier than others did. Then Dredar was brought before the infamous Darth Vader and made to train. The rush of combat came back to the fallen Jedi, and he showed promise in becoming a future inquisitor. Despite this, as customary with other new inquisitors he'd watch as Vader severed his left lower arm clean off. As Dredar screamed in shock the Sith lord told him it was to teach him what happens when he lost, there would be no mercy for such failures in the Empire. He would continue to suffer sessions of torture, and be fed Imperial propaganda until he had fully cracked, pledging himself to the Empire. As he knelt before Darth Vader his former name was wiped away, and he was proclaimed as the Eleventh Brother.

The Eleventh Brother crafted himself a crimson red bladed lightsaber of the inquisitor, and donned the armor as he was set upon the greater galaxy to hunt down Jedi and force sensitive children. One of his most notable encounters included hunting down Iwil Rinam, a former friend of his when they were both Jedi. He'd successfully converted the twi'lek to the dark side. His years as an inquisitor were well served, earning him praise within the Empire. He'd been alone so long on Nar Shaddaa that even acceptance in the brutal Empire was pleasing. It was part of the reason he'd become so fanatically devoted to the Empire and their ideals. During these years the Eleventh Brother developed a friendship with Koren Ozell, the future Lord of the Grand Imperium. He'd frequently partake in missions within the Governor's territory and respected the intelligent man.

Still, he was helpless to watch as the Empire fell. The man who had trained him, Darth Vader perished alongside with the great Emperor Palpatine. The Empire broke apart, as the Eleventh Brother aligned himself completely with Ozell's remnant. The inquisitors had lost their use in the shattered Empire, yet he had plenty of opportunity in Ozell's resurgent Empire. Dredar would play a key part in consolidating the man's power, undertaking key missions to build the Grand Imperium. Along the way he established his own order of Force users, the Imperial Knights. They were pledged to no creed or side of the Force, instead to the Empire and its eternal power. They were a better, more refined answer to the New Republic's new Jedi Order. He's tasked himself with building this order, recruiting Force sensitives within the Empire of any age and species. While thoughts of greater power stir within his thoughts.

Character Personality: Dredar is a complicated man who has seen both the light and dark side of the Force, giving him a unique outlook on the ways of the Force and life itself. For nearly the entirety of his adult life he has been a part of the Galactic Empire and has developed a strong loyalty to its ideals, even in its collapse then restructure as the Grand Imperium. Dredar has a reputation as someone who does not lie, his honesty is the blunt variety. He is a lawful figure, who is quick to take firm and certain action against those that wronged him or the Empire. He is typically against cold blooded murder, but has had moments of rage where hes lashed out and struck down people. In general these types of brash, unexpected moments are far and in between as Dredar tends to keep a very composed figure. He's logic minded, pragmatic person who is willing to give his life to uphold his ideals.

One of the ideals he focused on with the creation of his Imperial Knights is the abdication of loyalty to either side of the Force, Dredar is much the same. While he tends to lean dark, drawing power from his emotions and pain he is not needlessly sadistic or cruel. He does have a desire for power, to grow stronger to the point where he is unopposed. Inwardly his thoughts have been building against being ordered around, though the birth of the Imperial Knights has helped with that. These more radical thoughts have been dismissed as doomed at the moment.

Character's Physical description: Dredar is an imposing figure, with a stature standing at three inches over six feet in height and an athletic frame. Smiles rarely etch their way onto his facial features, and his hazel colored eyes are often cast in glares. His light brown hair is at near shoulder length while his face is constantly shaven clean of any facial hair. He walks with a purposeful, fearless stride. His left arm below the elbow is entirely robotic and he does not speak of how he lost the half limb.

Character Class: Force Sensitive head of the Imperial Knights

Items: Dredar carries a single white bladed lightsaber, a commlink device, a credit chip, several thermal detonators, rations and a wrist mounted grappling hook within his armor. His armor, the attire of the Imperial Knights is akin to a stormtrooper's armor albeit with alterations. It is more lightweight in its creation while still providing a good deal of protection from blaster bolts and physical blows. Crimson red armor plates adorn the entire armor, while the powerful insignia of the Grand Imperium is branded on both shoulders. A long black cape hangs from the back of his shoulders.

Dredar is also a capable pilot, his main spacecraft being an advanced model of the classic TIE Fighter. It comes equipped with four laser cannons, two missile launchers, hardened armor plating and its speed is more akin to the TIE Interceptor model. Another special feature is a hyperdrive which allows Dredar to travel the stars with maximum efficiency. He has given it the name, the Vigilance.

Supporting Characters:
Iwil Rinam - A longtime friend stretching back to the day they both were padawans, Dredar was the one who corrupted Iwil to the dark side as an inquisitor. It is only naturally the hardy twi'lek serves as one of his most trusted Imperial Knights. There does exist a sort of tension between the two Force users but neither men chooses to address it.

@Heat

Approved, he is.

[Heat]

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Approved, he is.

@nitemare shape

[pandapolio]

Here is my cs, turned out a bit different than I planned.

Corrin Marks

Character's name: Corrin Marks

Race: Human(Coruscanti)

Faction: Imperial Remnants(Technically)

Character Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Character Background: Corrin had the average youth of a son from a well off family in the capitol. He went to an academy while young, and then joined the Imperial Navy as soon as he could enlist. By getting good marks in training he was recommended for officer training school by his instructors. In officer training school he made a decent enough impression on his instructors, although never being at the top of the class. As he stood in the parade grounds on his final day being given the title of an officer in the Imperial Navy he could only feel one thing, emptiness. Throughout his life, he had never felt any loyalty to the Emporer or his Empire. Corrin didn't join to protect the people, the ones he loves, or any of that other noble rubbish. He had enlisted because that was what was expected of him, nothing more and nothing less. This empty feeling stuck with him as he was made a junior officer on the ISD2 JUNO. He would go about his day looking less life-like than many of the droids that were aboard the same ship as him.

This feeling would stick with him until his first real stint of combat. The first thing he felt was fear when the ship began to shake violently, but then he felt something strange when the alarm sirens began to blare. It took him a moment to recognize the feeling because it had been so long since he had last felt it. What he was experiencing was the anticipation of the unknown. The realization he could die sparked a hunger in him that little could sate. While the battle itself was short-lived, he began to eagerly await their next engagement. After a few long years, he got what he truly wanted. The JUNO was to join a task force with the mission to rid the planet of Mygeeto of its rebel foothold.

The battle for the planet had nearly lasted a year before the Imperial forces managed to route the rebels from the planet and killed all that remained. After completing their mission they sent a request for new orders to High Command while they let their troops take some downtime. For days they waited for any answer of some kind before receiving a terrible message. The Emperor was dead and the Galactic Empire had died with him. This sent the fleet into anarchy as the different officers jockeyed for control while the enlisted became mere pawns in their games. In the chaos, Corrin saw an opportunity for him to take control of his own fate.

The young officer had a pilot fly him down to the surface of the planet where he had managed to get a meeting with some people who could decide his fate. Corrin had recognized the history of the planet they still hovered over and knew how he could use it for his advantage. Under the guise of representing the fleet in a supplies negotiation, Corinn had succeeded in getting a meeting with the leading representatives, many of which used to be executives of the now-defunct banking guild. He pitched them the idea of hope long dead to many in that room, the hope of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. He convinced them that with their backing he could revive their dead dream with the fleet of Imperial Ships that were currently the symbol of their oppression. Despising the republic and dreading the Imperial remnants the clan agreed to invest the last of their hidden funds into Corrin as a last desperate measure. With these funds, the young officer bribed regiments of stormtroopers on all three ships to support him in a coup-de-ta and set him up as their new leader. It was deep into the night when the men snuck into the officers' quarters and executed a large portion of the command chain. With the rest of the contenders, either dead or docile Corrin was able to secure the entire fleet without much of a hitch and declare himself Admiral Corrin Marks.

In the years since the coup Corrin has drastically loosened the restrictions on his soldiers to a point where it may look like chaos to some. Without the strength of the Empire behind his orders, he has had to breed a new culture among his men that turned the harsh and unforgiving atmosphere of the imperial navy into a brotherhood. Many of the ships in his fleet along with the stormtrooper's armor themselves have been heavily decorated. Paint color and insignia differentiate most of the soldiers much like in the days of the old republic but to an even more expansive degree. The three Star Destroyers themselves have even been heavily painted on by the crew of the ship inside and out. During this time Corrin has been plotting with the leaders of Mygeeto to soon announce themselves as a revival of the CIS to the galaxy and request planets to join them. If they can't get enough people to join them on merit alone the CIS just might have to find a way to prove it's strength among the more established galactic powers through military might.

Character Personality: Corrin Marks is smart and calculating, but lets his emotions run rampant no matter what his logical brain is telling him. Whether that emotion is rage, joy, or sadness he sees it as a sign he is doing something right and will push onwards. He truly feels alive in a close battle or a tense negotiation, especially with his life on the line. When not looking for thrills he is exceptional at reading people and creates his strategies off of his opponent's habits and weaknesses, adapting on the fly when necessary. A weakness of his is severe tunnel vision if he becomes excited.

Character's Physical Description: The Admiral appears to either just days from turning 30 or only a month or two past that threshold. He has curly hair that has been shaved on the sides and swept back on top so as to not get in his hazel eyes. Corrin has a slight height advantage on most other humans coming in just short of six feet. He keeps his face clean-shaven when he can, and stays in decent shape from occasionally working out with the stormtroopers that are stationed in his flagship. He dresses in a modified imperial officer uniform that is all black with gold rank insignia. He wears no cap with this uniform as he often finds them uncomfortable and useless.

Character Class: Soldier(Admiral)

Items: Vibro-Knife hidden in his right boot, Standard issue blaster at right hip

CIS Strike Force 1

3x ISD2's + full complement for each
2x Interdictor Class
7x Victory Class
4x Gladiator Class
4x Tartan Patrol Cruisers

Supporting Characters: N/A

[Sep]

@pandapolio I'm not a GM but just as a case of questioning how does he have so many Gladiator? They were considered frontline ships for smaller skirmishes rather than support craft.

[pandapolio]

@Sep I can reduce the number. The only experience I have with them is empire at war where they were small corvettes used for screening. Does four sound more reasonable?

[Sep]

@Sep I can reduce the number. The only experience I have with them is empire at war where they were small corvettes used for screening. Does four sound more reasonable?

@pandapolio

Yeah the Empire originally intended them to be more support vessels but they turned them into more long range scout/patrol vessels. Why send a small fleet when you can send one ship to do the job?

I'd also suggest throwing in a couple of cruisers just to round it off. You have the Carrack Class, Gozanti-Class (Which can also dock 4 TIEs, and act as a freighter, carry AT-ATs, AT-STs and AT-DPs), Raider Class Corvettes, Tartan-Class Patrol Cruisers and Arquitens Class Command Cruisers.

Four does sound a lot more reasonable, I mean ten is plausible just from what I gathered from your sheet I wasn't sure if you knew their rarity.

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If anyone wants to talk ships, you may or may notice I have some knowledge on the subject and am willing to talk shop.

[SoleAccord]

Rogue Two, Nareia Norre

Character's Name - Nareia Norre

Race - Human

Faction - New Republic

Alignment - Good

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

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

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

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

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

Five years since that climactic battle, Nareia has risen to become Wedge's second-in-command as Rogue Two. She aids him in selecting pilots to replenish their ranks, joins in briefings and missions of critical importance, and offers valuable input when he needs it most. After several years of service, Nareia has become one of the New Republic's most valued assets. Just get her in the pilot seat and watch her work.

Faction - The New Republic

Nareia joined the New Republic due to a belief in democracy, and to honor the Republic that fell years prior to the Galactic Civil War. She believed her talents as a pilot served the Rebel Alliance better than her engineering skills alone.

Personality -

"Give it everything you've got!"

Nareia is fiercely loyal to the New Republic and very much against the Imperial Remnant, strictly believing that nothing short of their unconditional surrender will guarantee the safety of the New Republic and the galaxy as a whole. Her attitude among friends is lighthearted, playful even--a complete opposite to her persona during assignments where she is turned into a calculating, focused weapon of the acting Squadron Leader. She can and will follow orders through, rarely needing to go against them for the benefit of herself or her people. Never one to put herself before the team or the mission, her career has not benefited from acts of daring. If there is a hotshot pilot among their squadron, it is never herself. She leaves the showboating to the others.

A weakness of hers is that she takes the loss of her fellow pilots harshly, the temptation to let her emotions get the better of her always knocking at her mental door. Her blood boils and her hands shake; eventually she recovers, and readjusts her strategies based on what remains, what needs to be protected, and what has to be destroyed for the mission to be complete. Despite her failings in the past, she believes she is ready to take on a more prominent role in the New Republic's fleet operations. But she also understands that team cohesion and trust has to grow over time, not just among Squadron pilots but also between military personnel. She seeks to earn the trust of her wingmen and superiors and prove she has what it takes to lead men and women into battle like so many before her.

Standing at 5’9, Nareia’s militaristic lifestyle has given her a body reflecting it. Lean muscle encompasses her from head to toe, yet does nothing to conceal the curves and femininity that bore great fruit in her late teens. An ample bosom and thick thighs lie hidden beneath her choice of wear. Her nails and eyes are kept trimmed, and her black hair is cut short for efficiency both on the ground and in the sky. The mild scent of berries wafts around her, specifically the region around her neck; a perfume from Fresia used modestly and with barely a squirt placed, just to remind her of the home she left behind with her father.

Her outfit on assignment is a standard Rebel Flight Suit with no modifications made. This is to prevent herself being distinguished from any other pilot, as they are all fighting the same fight, and so she wears the exact same suit as all others.

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

Character Class - Pilot

Items -

1x DL-44 Blaster
1x Comlink
1x Fusioncutter
1x Medpac stored on X-wing
1x Personal T-65 X-wing w/ Astromech Unit R2-P3; Two days worth of military-grade rations and spare parts included.

Supporting Characters -

Rogue Three, Rayce Dallows

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

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

Rogue Four, Kyrin Onasi

A wisecracking ace with striking eyes, Kyrin comes from Nar Shaddaa. A failed smuggler, the decision to join the Rebel Alliance came from a job offer he couldn't refuse, but his background brought understandable hesitance from those that recruited him. Taking to the skies on trial runs, the invitation into the Rebellion was due to a dire need of experienced volunteers rather than complete trust. He showed exemplary handling in the cockpit of borrowed Z-95’s and, once cleared for A-wing fighters, Kyrin had found a new gig: blasting Imperials out of the skies. As a pilot, he has only a handful of rivals within the Alliance, most of which are within Rogue Squadron. He is a capable combatant in ground operations as well, and can hold his own with some of the Empire’s best sharpshooters and brawlers.

Often competes with Rogue Three for kills during combat operations, and is a heavy flirt who claims to know how to talk his way out of nearly any situation. Great instinct for a ‘failed’ smuggler, though not as focused as Nareia. Prefers RZ-1 A-wing interceptors and baiting numerous foes, risking his own life for others to accomplish their tasks.

Rogue Twelve, Alara Shan Teru

A short, chatty girl around 5’2, Alara is known as one of the most talkative pilots around, a mechanism to help fight the anxiety of an assignment. Born in wealth on Corulag, she grew up with a fascination for all things alien and abnormal compared to her. She took education seriously and studied hard, even for fun, foregoing much playing outside to understand the other species that inhabited the galaxy, and only left it to get into droid work. Out of numerous expensive items, the best gift she ever asked for was an R6 unit, R6-Z6 or “Zee” for short, which she has kept with her to this day.

With massive interest in other cultures, Alara knows countless languages and the planets and people they come from – yes, even Shyriiwook. Her work with droids and computer interfaces growing up has made her skilled in repairing them as well as expanding their skillsets with various modifications, willingly of course. For reasons unknown to everyone she speaks to, she left a life of wealth and comfort to defend the indefensible. Something was calling for her to take action, and that voice was becoming stronger, day by day.

Wedge and Nareia saw the makings of a good pilot, and a leap of faith has been rewarded with a fast learner with sharp instincts and even sharper eyes.

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

The descendant of a Jedi Master in the days of the Old Republic, Alara's Force Sensitive nature allows her a degree of increased accuracy in a cockpit, providing her the chance to take shots before her targeting computer provides a lock. Believing this to be just 'good instincts', she is unaware of her potential with the Force.

Gold Leader, Marvo Rikks

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

Serving under Jedi General Rahm Kota during the Clone Wars, Marvo gained deep respect for the Jedi nursed both by battle and by exemplary leadership. When not assisting Rogue Squadron in operations or other affairs for the Rebellion, he is monitoring any news regarding survivors of the Purge with hopes to one day see them fully return from near extinction. He makes frequent trips to Yavin IV to oversee their progress as well as pass on any news to the Jedi if necessary.

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