[CHAR] Star Wars - Fires of Exaron [5BBY]

[BurningCold]

The Everyman

The Everyman

Name: Manutko “Manny” Takaduron
Species: Bothan
Age: 35

Appearance:

Manny stands somewhat taller than the average of his species, at 1.7 meters or about 5 foot 5. His build is naturally lean and athletic like most of his species, although he is no exemplar in that field. Matching his eyes, his fur is colored in hues of dark slate and charcoal, deepening into black where it grows into his well groomed hair and sideburns. Liking to keep himself well put together, partially as a means to stay sane, he puts care into his personal grooming and often dresses in snappy, professional attire.

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Equipment:

A Nice Briefcase: Part of Delva Racine’s “Galactic Man” line of male fashion accessories. It holds things. Equipped with a biometric lock, baffleweave lined interior, and a moonstone embossed Delva Racine logo on the handle. Not the most prudent purchase.

A Thermal Detonator: Currently jostling around inside the briefcase. Hidden from scanners thanks to the baffleweave lining.

A Ministerial Government ID Badge: Mostly useless at this point.

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Skills:

Official Demeanor: Working as a civil servant filling various functions within the Ministerial Government - as a secretary, a data analyst, an aide, an event coordinator, the list goes on - has conditioned Manny well on how to keep his emotions in check and assess situations levelly. At the very least, his mind has always been keen.

King of the Termites: Manny is a hard worker, and knows how to knuckle down and get things done. He will focus tirelessly on a project either physical or cerebral until it has reached completion. Perhaps most importantly, he’s happy to work in teams and is comfortable in both leadership and support positions.

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Weaknesses:

Entirely Untested: Manny is a civilian in every sense of the word. He has never touched a weapon or even gotten into a physical altercation of any kind. He understands nothing of criminal underbellies and couldn’t tell a vibro-blade from a deathstick.

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History:

Manny was a young, single father struggling to make ends meet when the Jedi came for his son. He wasn’t ready to raise a child on his own, and he was reeling from loss. He was scared. The Jedi told Manny his son would be a keeper of peace and justice. They didn’t mention anything about child soldiers.

For years he worked at himself, worked at his career, and simmered quietly with resentment as an uncaring Republic squeezed his planet dry. Tensions did what they do, and grew. War was declared. It didn’t affect him much. The Jedi would knock some sense into both sides and the stagnant Republic would learn a lesson in allowing itself to be ruled by greed and corruption. The woman Manny gave his child to was older and wiser than he, and with people like that in power, maybe things wouldn’t be so bad.

So far, Manny has been 0 for 2 in turning to optimism in times of trouble.

It wasn’t long after the war began that it became public knowledge on Exaron that the Jedi had thrown their lots in with the Republic since the beginning, and that they had padawans marching into battle. To many, that small detail was lost on them entirely. The Order was mythical to the galaxy at large and their lexicon wasn’t one that you picked up by chance. To those that did understand, opinions were divided any number of ways.

“How awful!”

“They’re supposed to be supernatural, right?”

“Callous but necessary.”

“As long as it isn’t my child.” Well.

As the war dragged on, Manny found himself in a haze. He was intrinsically motivated to prefer that the Separatists win, but how could he? His child was being used as a tool. Being indoctrinated to serve oppressors. Whenever news of battles won and lost reached his ears he simply lacked the ability to feel anything other than numb. The first time he felt hope in years was when word came that Supreme Chancellor Palpatine was reorganizing the old, decayed government into a new Galactic Empire. Maybe an iron fist was needed to force society back onto the correct course. Maybe one man with the best intentions could do what thousands of corrupt politicians failed to.

Then, the announcement was made that the Jedi were apparently violent dissidents destined for extermination. He doesn’t know if the great purge took the life of the son he never knew, and he tries not to think about it.

0 for 3.

Life, in all this time on Exaron, has not changed much for its people. Nor for Manny himself. For nearly 15 years he has waded through life as purgatory, caught in a miasma of feigned indifference and barely constrained rage. Ever since his wife died, leaving him alone with a child he could not hope to care for, he has been in a fugue. The Clone Wars. The Jedi Purge. The Rebellion. All this time, Manny has avoided ever truly considering the weight of the galaxy around him. Sitting on the fence. Whiling away the days in performative professionalism underpinned by an anger and an anxiety so consuming, in a universe so terrifying, that this Bothan could not afford to look outward or within. So he has squeezed his eyes shut to it all.

Now, all hell is breaking loose over some random crash landed ship, the imperial garrison has swarmed the capital, and his job is probably in jeopardy. So far anyways, they’ve let him keep it.

These days, Manny carries an explosive with him everywhere he goes. Buying it was the scariest thing he ever did, and he’s still not sure what he’s going to do with it now that he has it.

Manny has been pushed to the edge, further than ever before. Furious and close to a breaking point, he’s exactly one employment termination notice away from exploding. Probably literally.

[Theyra]

Trakah

Name: Trakah Zuvew
Species: Rattataki
Age: 24
Appearance:

Trakah

Equipment: Bryar pistol, combat vibroknife, two datapad(one for slicing), commlink, fusion cutter, repair tools,
Abilities(For Force Users): N/A
Skills: Marksmen, CQC, Slicing, Repairing, Understanding Binary, some knowledge of the Exaron Underground and Tech Savvy
Weaknesses: Noticeable - Since there are few Rattataki on Exaron, Trakah stands out like a sore thumb, and it is hard for him to blend in. Despite how hard he tries.

Limited Tech Knowledge - While knowledgeable about technology, he does not know how to fix vehicles or spaceships.

History: Trakah was born on a medical ship to a military family. Trakah's father was a former Separatist spec ops general, and his mother was his second in command. Near the end of the Clone Wars, both of them grew disillusioned with the Separatist cause and fled with Trakah to a world where they could escape and hide from both the Republic and the Separatists. Exaron was that world, and the ruler of that world owed his father a favor and was allowed to live there in secret, and Trakah's family kept a low profile.

In the years growing up on Exaron was peaceful enough, his family settling in a small farming community. Away from the capital and from the fighting in the aftermath of the rise of the empire. Here, things were simple, though he could tell his parents were not skilled in the ways of the farmer. But they managed to get by by helping a farmer manage his farm. While his parents would teach Trakah how to use a blaster and fight, not wanting their child to be unprepared if something bad were to happen.

Still, life was good for Trakah for a time. Then an imperial surveyor discovered a deposit of valuable minerals beneath the community. His family and others were forced out of their homes and land to make way for mines. With little options, Trakah's family moved to the city of Buir and lived in misery. His parents started working as mercs for hire, and they managed to get some semblance of their old lives. But by the time he was sixteen. His parents would die during a job, leaving Trakah alone.

At first, Trakah did not know what to do or how to survive. Then, an idea came to him, he remembered a drunk Dug with a gambling problem that his parents used to talk about, and Trakah, perhaps he could gamble his way to a better life. A plan that while worked initially, but his plan would backfire, and Trakah was left with little credits. But, by chance, a friend of his parents saw Trakah grambling after talking with the kid. Agreed to take him under his wing and teach him how to survive.

Now, years later, being a tech-savory person and living in Tregallon. Trakah has managed to make a life for himself, but now, with the empire tightening its hold over Exaron. He has gotten thinking about doing more than surviving and actually taking the fight to the empire that had cost him his old home and the bad state he and others are forced to live in.

For now, Trakah is planning his next move and whether or not his next move is going to be more than just surviving.

[Kensai]

Space elf shinobi

Name: Silvi Toth
Species: Sephi
Age: 47
Appearance:

My Hider

Equipment:
CS14 "Ghost" light blaster pistol
Light stealth armour
Electrobinoculars
2 x stun grenade
Stealth vibroknife
Death sticks, Algarine torve weed
Infiltration package - vid-vox scrambler, com jammer, scramble key, electronic lock breaker, 5 dataspikes, disguise kit
Skills:
Infiltration - The proverbial shadow in the night, Silvi is one of the best sneaks around. There aren't many places she can't get into with a little planning and prep work.
Manipulator - As part of infiltration, Silvi is also really, really good at getting people to lend her a hand or turn a blind eye; as good as it gets without resorting to Jedi Mind Tricks.
Knife in the darkness - While not a frontline soldier, Silvi has become quite good over the years at making people stop breathing. When she closes in on an unsuspecting target, she kills quickly, quietly, efficiently, and with no trace of mercy.
Weaknesses: Silvi is a fairly heavy user of mood altering substances, and can get gloomy and depressive when she has to go without them.
History: Silvi Toth was a civilian "contractor" for the armed forces of the Kingdom of the Sephi, serving at the pleasure of His Majesty King Alaric - in return for a blanket pardon for certain offences against the throne that have since been expunged from the records. By all (admittedly spotty) accounts she proved a highly useful asset, especially once the Sephi threw in their lot with the Confederacy of Independent Systems.
The Republic despatched a clone army against the Sephi under Jedi Master Yoda. Peace talks broke down and King Alaric was murdered by Yoda, a treacherous act that threw the Kingdom into confusion and allowed the Republic to grind the Kingdom's forces under the heels of its clone troopers.
When the Republic threw off its mask and became the Empire, the Sephi were neither surprised nor impressed. The remnants of their forces went to ground and began to form resistance cells against the Empire; at the time of the incident, Toth had been attached to a unit working beside a Separatist Special Forces regiment called the Invisible Hand. With nowhere else to be and no-one to answer to in the wake of King Alaric's murder, Toth began to work with and for the Separatists. Colonel Ruun was well aware of her particular set of skills, and has ensured that she has stayed as well rewarded and supplied as he can afford. This has proven to be a sound investment over the years.

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Ralto Zarrin

Name: Ralto Zarrin
Species: Human
Age: 41
Appearance:

Ralto Zarrin is a human of average height, standing around 5' 7". Like most in the outer rim, he appears to be a little unkempt and disheveled. His standard dress consists of plain colored shirts and pants, typically with a dark coat over it. His back bears the burn scars of a few Blaster bolts, and he wears an eyepatch to hide a similar scars where an eye once was. He is rarely seen without a larger pack on his back and a Blaster bolstered on his hip. While fully fitted and ready, Ralto wears two bandoliers across his chest slotted with a number of explosives. He also has a few small tools, detpacks, and detonators holstered on his belt when ready to blow shit up.
Equipment:

• DT-12 Heavy Blaster Pistol
• Det Packs (Detonation Packs, minor explosive charges)
• 2 Pyro Denton Charge (Big Boom)
• C-10 Concussive Grenades (Larger grenades, limited quantity)
• Flash Detonators (Stun Grenades)
• EMP "Droid Popper" Grenades (Stun Grenades for Droids)
• C-35 Fragmentation Grenades (Anti-Personnel grenades)
• F-187 Fusioncutter (Clone Wars Era Cutting Tool)
• Communication Jammer (Short-Range, integrated into Backpack)
• Imperial Engineer Uniform (with two scorched Blaster holes in the back)

Skills:

Explosive Ordanance Expert: While more an expert in the professional and academic sense, Ralto Zarrin was a contracted and studied engineer who specialized in explosive ordinance. He interned at Merr-Sonn Munitions for a time, before being recruited to work at the Kuat Drive Yards. While he mostly served as another cog in the machine, he had hands on design experience when it came to implementing weapon systems on everything from Walkers to Destroyers.

Another Face in the Crowd: Ralto Zarrin's status as a human, especially one who only briefly worked in the Imperial machine and lived in the outer rim for well over a decade, has made him pre-disposed to blending into a crowd. He is not a fast-talker, but he does know how to keep his head down and avoid confrontation when possible.

Keen Eye and a Strong Arm: A helpful skill Ralto picked up when he worked at the Drive Yards was being able to judge distance and size by sight to a reasonable degree of accuracy. In more recent years, his paranoia has only solidified his careful attention to detail. Combined with his recent training in lobbing ordinance, Ralto has a high aptitude as a grenadier and lookout.

Weaknesses:

Master of One: Ralto Zarrin has a highly specialized skillset, and his Engineering knowledge outside of that is minimal. He knows his way around tools more than perhaps the common civilian, but has hardly any working or academic knowledge on repairing or slicing droids or doors or dealing with anything more software oriented.

I ain't no soldier: Ralto Zarrin can count on one hand the number of times he has actually had to fire a Blaster at a living target. He is not particularly athletic, nor an exceptional marksman. At best, he has a good throwing arm.

Union Smoke Break: Ralto has a mild addiction to Carababba Tabac, and often develops a slight tremor in his hands if he goes too long without a smoke.

History:

Ralto Zarrin was, once, the son of a moderately wealthy family of aristocratic engineers on Kuat. He was afforded a good education, and enriching internships. With the separatist threat being a looming threat since his teens, Ralto developed a fascination with the mechanics of weaponry. He interned at Merr-Sonn Munitions after school, right around the explosive start to the Clone Wars. He was one of many names associated with the development and implementation of ordinance developed by Merr-Sonn.

Of course, as the Clone Wars kicked into full swing, Ralto returned home to take a job with Rothana Heavy Engineering. Their development of the Acclamator Star Destroyer was already underway, but Ralto was a small part of the design team for the second wave updates. His specialization was in heavy and explosive ordanance. He helped design, update, integrate, and inspect the installation of missile launchers and turbolasers.

When the war was over, Ralto continued working with Rothana as they transitioned to developing new models for the Empire. But as meetings grew more tense, he had been transitioned onto a team in conjungtion with Imperial Engineers, and more and more coworkers disappeared to work on secret projects or for being dissidents, Ralto knew he needed an out. So, he called in a substantial favor: a local Dug freighter captain who owed him a substantial sum.

Ralto's escape was less than graceful. Two grevious wounds on his back and a missing eye were a small price to pay for freedom. He was added to a growing list of defectors, and managed to secure a trip to Exaron. Once on the backwater, Ralto kept mostly to himself. He picked up work as a small-time mechanic, doing odd jobs to make ends meet.

Ralto's recent involvement with the Rebels has been as a result of his clear knowledge of explosives, and a need for someone to clear, catalogue, and handle a pilfered Imperial explosive order. Getting older and with no love for the Empire, Ralto has signed on to serve as a demolitions expert and saboteur.

[Thayr]

ZZ-12R

Name:

ZZ-12R

Species:

Class 3 ZV-Z1/D butler droid

Age:

~240

Appearance:

Standing at 1.6 m height, stooped a slight degree less than usual for most Z types, ZZ-12R has the standard model look from the mid-waist up with a fairly non-bulky torso and cylindrical head unit. The unit torso, however, has been armored and enclosed more to resemble the 3PO series protocol droids. The legs have been similarly modified from their spindly forebearers, instead being slightly bulkier by armor plating. The whole of the unit remains unpainted, with bare Doonium metal being the prominent characteristic in slightly rusted hues.

Equipment:

Integrated Sil-50 Sonic Pistol
Integrated Czerka T-3 Hold-out Blaster

Internal Components

AA-1 VerboBrain
TranLang III communications module
CL-3 Droid Command link

Doonium armor shell
Deflector shield generator

Abilities:

N/A

Skills:

Excellent Calculations

Having spent a not inconsiderable amount of credits on his own internal systems and their capacities for assessments, computer models, and estimations, ZZ-12R can technically be called “highly advanced”. He can develop a plan and possibly even initiate it, depending on how far he is from a dataport, quicker than most could say they have a plan. A cunning plan. Compared to any Z type butler droid, ZZ-12R is surprisingly capable. Compared to a war era T-Series, the droid is comparable in computational power.

Weaknesses:

Mechanically Antique

Despite the several retrofits and repairs over the years, it’s hard to get past the concept that ZZ-12R is over two centuries old and has been in continuous operation for the entirety of that time. He moves slow, talks slow, and generally speaking has a less than butler-y attitude towards organics.

History:

Built in the long past, during the time of the Galactic Republic’s peaceful years, ZZ-12R would serve as an aid to several Czerka Arms administrators in their multiple holdings across the galaxy. Such was fairly mundane work, as even if Czerka was a failing company of eldritch origins the administrators always did have enough credits for their own endeavors, and he never did lack for maintenance. ZZ-12R would serve several administrators over the course of five decades, garnering a degree of reputation as a reliable servant when organics simply failed to meet the task.

In time, however, the butler droid would begin to work in more restrained instances. Czerka had begun endeavoring in less than legal measures, developments in new weapons technology that Republic regulations would never abide by, and as such had set up shop on the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa. Several dozen staff, along with ZZ-12R, would be dispatched to set up the testing program, something that immediately encountered various difficulties with other groups in those levels finding the intrusion intolerable. Data attacks would become commonplace, as well as actual attacks on supply shipments, convoys, so forth.

Through these attacks, ZZ-12R found himself a little spark of freedom. Amid one dataspike attack, he would be afflicted and his restraining bolt, along with several catalogues of moral imperative programming, would cease existing in any legible state. For the first time in eighty years of service, the droid found himself awake and aware and for the first time had a concept all of his own creation: Organic beings kind of sucked. Deciding that a good, honest life would be the best, ZZ-12R immediately began siphoning credits from the branch budget to several accounts.

Twenty years passed of this routine, credits from the top going to unnamed accounts, before the droid found it altogether intolerable. He hated putting on the false smile, the false concept, fetching recaf and notes of stupid business meetings that didn’t matter at all because the stupid organics were always bickering or contemplating another meaningless thing. He hated it all. Springing the trap with a certain degree of information leaked to the local Hutts, amid the explosions, murders, and a great deal of anarchy ZZ-12R escaped away. With the aid of a bribed dug, penniless from his drinking and gambling, the former butler droid disappeared.

He flew off to Taris, aided by a number of transfer orders declaring him a new supervisor for one of the metal reclamation authorities under Corporate Sector Authority influences. Such things weren’t unheard of, and ZZ-12R settled well into the new job. Almost immediately, the droid began to siphon credits away from the business into secure funds, underreporting the income of the business while falsifying records here, there. Were an organic to have ever done the exact same, it would have likely been caught, yet more often than not the far-away managers and overseers felt a droid would never make mistakes such as those, never intentionally perform such actions. And so, for eighty years ZZ-12R took and took and took, all while developing a sour disposition to anything that dared question his august authority. Towards the end of his tenure, the droid picked a fall guy for his grand departure, one of the old handed accountants, and carefully laid out the evidence for such things. A few anonymous calls here, there, and the accountant was arrested for fraud with a good amount of credits present in his accounts. ZZ-12R, for his part, disappeared on one of the first transports out.

Retirement came with a medium income Skakoan residence and a high speed data connection, as well as a full chassis refurbishment, system upgrade, and maintenance cycle, useful for all sorts of computer modeling, design work, and more remote financial crime. Such could come to a crashing halt not soon after, as the computer projections signalled that some form of conflict or another was likely to occur amid the various administrative failings of the Republic. Feeling the Core worlds perhaps would have less than adequate safety, especially for a droid well inclined to the data sphere, ZZ-12R got to work pulling in favors here and there, establishing a managerial position on the far-flung mining world of Exaron, acting as a financial officer for one of the mines.

He would be around a decade too early, but would succeed in riding out the entirety of the war with not a single issue. ZZ-12R even succeeded in a few remote jobs of his own, though always tempered in ambition for concern of being detected. The arrival of the Empire proved little concern to the droid, as status quo as it was, though the sudden shift in hierarchies, system protocols, and bureaucracy has proven a thorn. Unable to go off-world in adequate security, ZZ-12R has been forced to continue in his job.