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Star Wars: The Force is Eternal

Imperial personnel files

Name: Nimm Deenia
Species: Imperial Human
Pureblood percentage: 11%
Homeworld: Dromund Kaas
Age: 62 (looks 25)
Gender: Female
Rank: Sith Apprentice (Archaeologist)
Master: Darth Nyiss
Former master(s): Lord Arkanus
Apprentice(s):
Sphere of influence: Ancient Knowledge, Mysteries

Imperial Intelligence Reports

_{Detailed appearance. Imagery insufficient.}

The Subject, one of Darth Nyiss’ apprentices, is outwardly 100% imperial human. She stands 171 cm tall and weighs around 66.7 kgs, all within normal parameters. Further investigation has revealed something odd. Old recordings and images from many years ago showing her looking exactly the same, when she should only have been an infant. The truth of this has proven impossible to find out. There is no evidence of physical degradation from overuse of the Force.

An in-depth investigation into recordings as well as a field study has revealed that the subject is fairly predictable in her preferences for clothing. She almost universally wears black, knee-length sith robes while in the empire, or practical more neutral clothes if she is outside imperial borders for some reason or other and needs to obscure her imperial ties.

She has a preference for the practical clothes suitable for whatever climate she finds herself in. Though simple in appearance, investigation revealed that the quality is top-notch. Any appearance of being tattered or worn is by design. She generally has a wide black leather belt with her lightsaber and tools on it, as well as combined half-gloves/bracers on both arms that appear technological in origin, but whose functionality is undetermined. Rumors persist that her hands are covered in hairline scars that stem from traps, but as she always wears those gloves, that has not been possible to verify.

Nimm

_{Report on natural ability with the Force, as well as all known Force Techniques and the skill levels.}

Covert field study has revealed that the subject is particularly proficient with the Force, but appears to limit herself to certain techniques, in spite of the fact that evidence implies she has both the raw power and experience to use far more advanced techniques. No amount of investigation has brought to light why. Below is an estimate of the subject’s skill levels with most techniques of the Force.

Basic Techniques

• Force Speed - Intermediate Training
• Telekinesis - Master Talent
• Force Throw - Expert Training
• Force Choke - Expert Talent
• Telekinetic Defense - Expert Talent
• Telepathic Defense - Intermediate Training
• Force Sight (basic) - Intermediate Training
• Force Sense - Intermediate Talent
• Precognition - Intermediate Training
• Mind trick - Intermediate Training
• Force Jump - Expert Training

Intermediate Techniques

• Force lightning - Expert Talent
• Detoxify Poison - Basic Training
• Droid Disable - Basic Talent
• Breath control - Basic Training
• Force Stasis - Intermediate Talent

Advanced Techniques

• Force Cloak - Basic Training
• Force Stealth - Intermediate Training
• Sith Alchemy - Basic Training or Intermediate Training (investigation failed to uncover facts)

_{Report on known skills and combat experience, training and lightsaber training.}

The subject has proven herself an apt pilot with a variety of smaller ships and vehicles, but does not appear to be overfond of piloting fighters. She is also reasonably skilled at slicing her way through computer systems (sometimes literally), and has claimed to be familiar with the layout of most ship models in the imperial fleet as well as the common types of ships used by the so-called Galactic Republic. For obvious reasons, the latter has proven difficult to verify.

As Darth Nyiss’ personal archaeologist, the subject is an expert at dealing with traps such as those found in the tombs of ancient Sith. Tales of her Force-roasted Nexu rise occasionally, but they seem to be dual-natured in that it is either delicious or lethal. No significant deaths have been verified as tied to it, but a number of people who got on her wrong side have died from unknown causes.

While the subject has basic knowledge of all forms of lightsaber combat, analysis has revealed that she herself primarily uses a variant of the fifth form, with parts from the others mixed in as she deems it necessary. She is fond of using whatever is at her disposal in combat to win. Mostly redacted reports indicate that she is not above running from a fight if it is unwinnable. Such cases have at times been followed up by orbital bombardment. Whatever means necessary. She does not hold to antiquitated concepts such as “honor” in battle.

As befits any Sith her age, she has considerable combat experience, but it is more in smaller engagements than it is front line combat. Most notable of her military experience was her participation in the Sacking of Coruscant under the command of her master, Darth Nyiss. There a significant number of Jedi fell, as well as a significant number of artifacts acquired, including numerous Sith holocrons stolen by the Jedi Order over the years.

_{Names and pertinent details for all political and social associates. Including allies, enemies, rivals, underlings, apprentices and more.}

Her primary political influence can be summed up into a single name: Darth Nyiss. Being one of the Darth’s personal apprentices, the subject has significant influence to draw on, provided it does not go against her master’s goals. Exactly where her master’s influence ends and her own starts has proven impossible to identify, as their goals appear to be perfectly in line with each other.

No specific rivals have been identified, but it is well-known that she bears particularly strong hatred for the Jedi Order, especially for those known as “Jedi Shadows”.

Curiously enough, the subject has no apprentices of her own yet, in spite of her long life. She has had a few captive Jedi that she toyed with before breaking, but none that truly became worth calling Sith. She assisted her master and her master’s other apprentices in dealing with a significant number of captured Jedi in the months after the Sacking of Coruscant.

_{Personality analysis of candidate.}

The subject appears to be mentally sound. She is stubborn, but not to a fault. A good word to describe her is pragmatic, as one who looks for solutions rather than focusing upon the problems. Rushing things is not her style, unless it is necessary, of course. Her determined nature indicates, from acquired medical reports, that she has kept going with missions even with multiple broken bones. Evaluation indicated that she viewed such merely as added obstacles.

Her hatred of Jedi is second to none. In her eyes, Jedi are either potential Sith or—preferably—prey. Making them suffer before they die is something she has shown time and again to take joy in.

It can be concluded that getting her as an ally would be a significant asset, but also that it would be very hard to get her away from her master.

_{List and description of known and suspected flaws, obligations, vices and weaknesses.}

The flaws of the subject, as is the case with the flaws of most Sith, are hard to identify on account of them being kept secret. However, some theories can be noted about probable and possible flaws for this particular subject. They are as follows:

• Faulty connection to the Force? She doesn’t appear to use abilities she should easily be able to use given her experience and access to knowledge.
• Excessive maltreatment of captive Jedi - Many captive Jedi that might have become productive Sith have been reduced to bestial wrecks at her hand. Her hatred of the Jedi is such that it can at times inconvenience the Empire.
• Socially uncaring - The opinions of others do not matter as much to her as they perhaps should.
• Reduced mobility in right arm - And old medical report indicated her arm is reduced to 87% of its original functionality. There may be other reductions elsewhere, but no other medical reports were uncovered. Evidence indicates she has intentionally had them removed.
• off-handed combat - Though originally right-handed, the subject has been forced to primarily use her left arm for wielding her lightsaber in battle due to aforementioned injuries.
• Sub-par duelist - The subject can hold her own in a duel, but anyone talented at dueling is likely to beat her in a pure duel. She is known to use any means at her disposal to balance this, though. She has been known to flee such battles.
• In the subject’s eyes, cybernetics are a sign of weakness and failure. She is scornful towards those with artificial limbs, treating them as lesser individuals.
• Peace is a lie - If it had not been ordered from the Emperor himself, the subject would have continued fighting the Jedi after the Sacking of Coruscant. Following her master’s secret project on Feena she was clearly anxious to go back into the thick of things. Enough so that her master publically instructed her to go to Korriban for studies.

_{Known interests of the candidate.}

• Hurting Jedi.
• Sith tombs and artifacts.

_{Major achievements on record.}

• Archeology - Uncovered numerous artifacts of ancient Sith.
• Participant - Sacking of Coruscant.
• Pilfered Jedi Temple on Coruscant.

_{Major failures on record. Confidential.}

• Killed/broke several Jedi that could have been turned.
• Chastised for stepping out of line in relation to the Emperor’s Peace Treaty with the Republic.

_{Owned equipment of note.}

As befits a Sith that keeps herself somewhat isolated from imperial society, it is difficult to uncover much details about her ownerships. While none have been identified, it is assumed that she has a significant number of Sith Artifacts. It is also taken for granted that she has access to multiple ships, albeit none of these larger than small freighters, some made by imperial shipyards, others made elsewhere. How many of her master’s assets she can utilize is also unknown.

Biographical Records

_{Personal biography, as detailed by the candidate for use in imperial archives. Acquired shortly after last achievement of note.}

As I have in common with many of the less exceptional Sith, I was born on Dromund Kaas some twenty-eight years before we returned to repay the republic for what they did to Korriban all those years ago. It is simple fact that Imperial records show that I have ancestors who were Sith. None of these Sith were my parents or their parents. In fact, you have to go back several generations more before them to find any Sith who had any true power in my family tree. But that is quite irrelevant, for upon being tested at the age of five, I proved myself worthy of becoming a Sith, the ultimate honor for any child in the Empire. The future truly was within my grasp.

Where the vast majority of Sith for the past two and a half decades have almost all been trained on Korriban, our ancestral homeworld, all sith of my generation and before have been trained in the academy on Dromund Kaas. That is, after its construction following our last war with the Jedi. But where a Sith was trained matters little. If he or she is trained properly the way I was, he or she will have had plenty of conflict throughout the training. Anything else would mean a mediocre Sith at best.

I myself had to send quite a few fellow acolytes to the infirmaries with injuries of varying seriousness before they learned not to bother me. So far as it goes with proof, I have not killed any acolytes. I could’ve killed many, but chose to show pity upon them and send them to the infirmaries instead. Not one of them ever dared to strike against me after that, for they knew well that I was far superior to them, and so long as they stay out of my way, I will not bother hunting them down. Why should I bother, when they are not our true enemy, the Jedi?

The few times I did not win, I took bitter lessons from it. Sometimes, I got outmaneuvered politically, other times I found myself facing those who were superior warriors. Whatever the cause, I made certain the problem would not come up again by whatever means I deemed necessary. I leave it to you to imagine how I went about that.

As happens with all acolytes who survive the academies, I eventually rose to the rank of Apprentice and found a master I deemed worthy at the time. His name was Lord Arkanus. He was in the service of Darth Arctis, though of course not particularly highly ranked within the Sphere of Ancient Knowledge. I did not care, for in addition to teaching me far more about the Dark Side, he ensured that I learned exactly what I needed to access the edifices of the ancient Sith with relative safety.

Initially, I merely served in the Imperial Reclamation Service, but as I grew in power and knowledge, I took on more and more direct roles until I finally had command over a portion of it. For several years, I worked with and led these men, amassing a power base of sufficient size to eventually become a power of my own, rather than a mere minion. Lord Arkanus naturally demanded I hand over whatever artifacts I found within the uncovered ruins, and I naturally handed him just enough to not make him suspicious.

As my collection of artifacts grew, I grew more ambitious. Had things kept going that way, I would no doubt eventually have taken Lord Arkanus’ place. But of course this was not all glorious. More than a few times I found that the traps of the ancient Sith were quite a bit more ingenious than expected. Having to spend days submerged in Kolto to recover from broken bones and other injuries, I could not continue building my power base as quickly as I desired.

However, before I could dispose of my master in a way that would not cause any problems for me, the war with the Jedi broke out. I myself led one of the teams sent to retake the surface of Korriban from its unlawful occupiers. In fact, I was one of the first Sith to set foot upon a free Korriban in over a thousand years. The sight of the tombs of the ancient lords of the Sith were breathtaking. Even as we disposed of the republic forces there, I could barely wait to see what riches—and traps—they held.

Like most other Sith, I naturally had to aid the war effort. It was expected of me and I liked it. A day spent crushing the Jedi is not a day wasted. But however enjoyable that might be, my true passion lay in exploring the ruins of the ancient Sith. In discovering forgotten artifacts that might lead to the obliteration of the Jedi and the republic.

Though the forces I served with were not always victorious, I was no combat master or tactician. The blame for any such failures, though wrong in so many ways, was not mine to bear. Most members of the Sphere of Ancient Knowledge were more often than not deployed well behind the front lines, distant from most pitched battles. This, naturally, suited me just fine.

What did not suit me nearly as fine was Lord Arkanus. Where he had once supported my career properly, it now became clearer and clearer that he did not care about gaining more power. He cared more about history. About ‘preserving the past’ or some such nonsense. Sure, its nice to know the past, but what is the point to study it if you are not going to use it to become more powerful? It was quite simply, a shame to be his apprentice when he held these views.

I had not sufficient power to depose him yet, so I had to do the next best thing: Find a more suitable master to serve under until I could teach Lord Arkanus what it truly means to be Sith. Just before grinding his head into a pulp with my boots.

By this time, I had accumulated a decent amount of contacts throughout the Empire. Thus when I cast out my nets inquiring with subtlety about Lords and Darths of true worth, it took no time at all before I got plenty of feedback. But the vast majority of these were not even worth considering. Some were too ambitious, others didn’t even have the excuse of ambition, they were plain stupid. Then there were the Sith who were too public. I had no interest in attention of that sort. All that would do is attract assassins.

In the end, the choice fell on a young Sith Lord who went by the name of Nyiss. She, unlike all the others, was worthy. She had the proper respect for the past, stayed out of the public eye and had just the right amount of ambition. At only a few years older than myself, she had had time to gather the power to rise to the rank of Sith Lord. And she valued secrecy.

The fact that she had shown no compunction about using any means necessary to kill republic scum made her all the more attractive as a master. In my eyes, her use of chemical and biological weapons was quite simply artistic. I established contact with her and made it clear what I expected in return for joining her, and she in turn made her expectations of me clear. As these expectations did not clash, we made the necessary moves. I collected what I could bring of my power base and once safely away, I made my intentions abundantly clear to Lord Arkanus.

My service to Lord Nyiss naturally did not begin with proper trust from either of us. Trust takes time to build. At first my position was somewhat less than it had been under Lord Arkanus, but as time passed, this would change. She did not expect me to blindly hand over my collection, I did not offer. Any such offer would not spread mistrust. But even this was not the sole contents of my troubles these months. As foolish and complacent as he had grown, my former master did not take kindly to my absconding with what I considered my belongings and my servants. He sent a few assassins my way and tried to have several of my assets seized.

I dispatched his assassins with relative ease, as they all underestimated me. His attempts to seize my assets was easily blocked by my new master, who had quite a bit more political pull than he did. The simple fact that he had proven unable to retain them and me in the first place proved his inadequacy. For all I cared, he could chew on the carpets in anger at my choice.

Eventually, as Nyiss began to trust me, I rebuilt my power base and even made it grow larger, even as she grew more powerful even quicker with the aid of my own power. Some twenty years ago, after some truly deep digging, we recovered evidence of a particularly powerful artifact made by one of the most ancient of Sith Lords and departed to uncover it.

Exactly how we went about that is another tale, but suffice to say, we found it and put it to good use. That artifact is the object that has made me into the Sith I am today. Before our departure, Lord Nyiss dealt some particularly memorable defeats to the republic and the Jedi. These defeats are part of why she eventually rose to the rank of Darth, but far from all of it. I knew after we found the artifact that I truly had found a master worthy of service, a master under whom I could rise far in the Empire.

During the Sacking of Coruscant I helped myself to a good portion of their holocron vaults, liberating a number of Sith holocrons stolen by the Jedi over the years, in addition to removing quite a few Jedi holocrons, the latter of which now rest comfortably inside a Blue Giant whose location I have no intention of sharing with anyone. It was unfortunate that Darth Malgus did not give us sufficient time to remove every single holocron and other records from that edifice to narrow-mindedness. Still, we did cripple it good and proper.

I captured a pet Jedi during the sacking—one who tried to stop my recovery project—who I had some fun with in the months after, slowly breaking her, body and mind. After that, I got my master’s assistance at turning her into a proper sithspawn. Better than Jedi in so many ways.

My master’s project saw some success, but not enough before the Jedi captives were all dead or turned, but I left as soon as my master no longer needed me at her side. Turning Jedi isn’t nearly as enjoyable as breaking them. After a year on Korriban delving into the ruins there and helping a few young acolytes, I spent the next few years making good use of that farce called a “peace treaty”, going further outside imperial borders to find and acquire Sith artifacts that had either been buried outside imperial space, or had been uncovered by others before.

Now I am searching for something even juicier: A way to end the Jedi, once and for all.

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Cover identity: Kayda Guerrin

Jedi Temple Public Records

Name: Kayda Guerrin
Species: Human
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Rank: Jedi Knight
Master: Kelvin Nost

_{Detailed appearance. Imagery insufficient.}

Being an alternate identity, Kayda looks suspiciously similar to Nimm. Same face, same body, same scars. There the similarity ends. Where Nimm keeps her hair loose, Kayda keeps it braided down. Where Nimm has worn, black Sith robes with some armoring, Kayda has a brownish green tunic and brown pants tucked into a pair of worn nerf-leather boots. She has a sleeved outer cloak with voluminous sleeves, of a shade similar to the inner tunic. Though covering much, the cloak is easily disposed of should she need to.

At her right hip she carries a holstered blaster of uncertain make, visibly worn and well-used. Not by Nimm, of course. Up her left sleeve she has a wrist mount for her lightsaber, where it can remain concealed but ready to be drawn. On her right arm she has her comlink and the rest of her electronic suite. She has several pouches with basic supplies and tools on her nerf-leather belt.

_{Report on known skills and combat experience, training and lightsaber training.}

Kayda’s history in the war is mostly fabricated by imperial operatives, relying on sources that cannot reliably be verified, such as reports purportedly written by deceased individuals, both Jedi and within the republic army/navy. Very little is known about her following the start of the Cold War.

_{Names and pertinent details for all political and social associates. Including allies, enemies, rivals, underlings, apprentices and more.}

Kayda has no prominent living associates.

_{Personality analysis of candidate.}

She is cold, at times distant, but can also be helpful when she feels the desire. It is clear to any who are around her much that the war affected her heavily.

_{List and description of known and suspected flaws, obligations, vices and weaknesses.}

Her story is flawed. While casual investigation will not perforate it, the story is not immune to scrutiny. A thorough investigation, particularly by someone who actually knew the individuals referenced in the files related to her, will likely reveal some discrepancies.

_{Owned equipment of note.}

She has no noteworthy equipment, but she is known to carry a green lightsaber.

Biographical Records

_{Personal biography, as detailed by the candidate for use in Jedi archives. Acquired shortly after last achievement of note.}

Born in a settlement on Phateem
Recruited at age of three
Youngling years on Teya IV
Padawan to Jedi Knight Kelvin Nost
Passed the first trial at 13 years old, then the rest subsequently over the next two years.
Fought in a number of small-to-medium sized battles.
Master died in the destruction of Teya IV.
Struggled with the loss of her home and master, went into self-imposed exile in the outer rim.
Only recently returned from exile.

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Crew of the Aruk:

Tala Delstee, pilot/navigator

Imperial personnel files

Name: Tala Delstee
Species: Human (Imperial)
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Rank: Lieutenant
Current place of Service: Fury Interceptor, Aruk
Sphere of Influence: Sphere of Military Offense

Imperial Intelligence Reports

_{Detailed appearance. Imagery insufficient.}

The subject—one Tala Delstee—born on Ziost, is not atypical for imperial pilots who started their training at the tail end of the Great Galactic War. Her physical appearance is not one that would make her stand out in a crowd, be it on Ziost, Dromund Kaas or elsewhere in the Empire. She is of average height and has prime physical conditioning, with regulation-length hair and always keeps her uniform in pristine condition.

_{Report on skills and talents, including level of skill.}

• Pilot - Intermediate Talent (7th best in her class)
• Combat training - Basic Training, Imperial Navy Pilot
• Mental Discipline - Basic Training, Sith Collaboration regimen

The subject has a limited record of engagements due to her age, but shows great promise. Her results in combat are impeccable and does great credit to the instructors at the fourth Ziost Naval Academy. Her loyalty is unquestionable and she has proven to obey orders without question. When combined with her natural talent, she is a perfect candidate for assignment to Sith Apprentice Nimm Deenia.

_{Personality analysis of candidate.}

Analysis of her training at the fourth Ziost Naval Academy and her service after graduation reveal a young pilot who is methodical, persistent, loyal and obedient. When it comes to assignment to Sith agents, she is a perfect candidate. Her creativity will aid almost any Sith she is assigned to.

_{List and description of known and suspected flaws, obligations, vices and weaknesses.}

Lieutenant Delstee’s records show no vices. While she is not above consuming intoxicants, she never does so while on duty or when she expects to go on duty soon. When she does consume them, it is always in limited amounts. Though she has great talent, she lacks the experience of older pilots. Her scores for most types of flying are well above average, but she failed the disturbed asteroid belt test twice before passing it with a narrow margin.

While most consider it an advantage, her unquestioning loyalty and obedience may hurt her in the long run, should any Sith she is assigned to ask her to do something unwise.

Daro Typhe, Corporal

Imperial personnel files

Name: Daro Typhe
Species: Human (Imperial)
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Rank: Corporal
Current place of Service: Fury Interceptor, Aruk
Sphere of Influence: Sphere of military Offense

Imperial Intelligence Reports

_{Detailed appearance. Imagery insufficient.}

Corporal Typhe is an imposing individual. He is well above average for imperial citizens, with a bulky frame to match. Records indicate that he is more at home in combat armor than in a dress uniform, but he will wear both as situation demands. His face has a roughhewn appearance with a chiseled jaw and remnants of a black beard that he cuts off on a regular basis. For the past eleven years he has kept his hair cropped short.

_{Report on skills and talents, including level of skill.}

• Pilot - Intermediate training, Dromund Kaas Naval Academy
• Combat - Expert talent, Imperial Special forces division 91
• Mental Discipline - Expert training, Sith Collaboration regimen
• Mechanics - Intermediate training

The subject is a warrior through and through. Records indicate he was practically born into the Imperial army special forces, with both his parents serving there during the first half of the war. His records show a brutal efficiency to his tactics. Records have him credited with two Jedi kills and one capture in battle, a trait that it is important to highlight to apprentice Nimm Deenia.

It is worth noting that in addition to his expertise in combat, he is also an adequate pilot and mechanic, traits that will serve the Apprentice Deenia well.

_{Names and pertinent details for all political and social associates. Including allies, enemies, rivals, underlings and more.}

Corporal Typhe has connections to numerous individuals throughout the ministry of war. Though records have none listed by name, it is likely that he has enemies within the republic military hierarchy.

_{Personality analysis of candidate.}

The corporal is not the most intelligent officer in the imperial army. He is not an imbecile, but he is unlikely to advance above his current rank and has expressed no interest in doing so. He is loyal and obedient, but most of all he is efficient. He does not question his orders and has no predisposition towards disobedience.

He is not one for speaking much and has shown a complete lack of a sense of humor. What he lacks in mental acumen, he makes up for in his fondness for powerful weapons and persistence.

_{List and description of known and suspected flaws, obligations, vices and weaknesses.}

The corporal is unimaginative and persistent to a fault. If he has reason to believe he can succeed, he will persistently continue towards that goal, provided he isn’t ordered to break off. When off duty, he has a fondness for strong intoxicants and company of the female kind. Due to his nature as a prime aurek male, he rarely has to work hard to find such companionship.

It is worth noting that there is a significant number of young children throughout imperial space whose mothers have listed him as the father. The records indicate that he has set a majority of his funds towards aiding the children and their mothers, but otherwise has expressed no interest in closer association with any of them.

_{Owned equipment of note.}

• One suit of mark IL Heavy cybernetic armor.
• Three crates of various heavy weaponry
• One crate of explosive ordinance
• two crates of regular weaponry

Helia Javik, Specialist

Imperial personnel files

Name: Helia Javik
Species: Human (Imperial)
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Rank: Specialist
Current place of Service: Fury Interceptor, Aruk
Sphere of Influence: Sphere of Imperial Intelligence

Imperial Intelligence Reports

_{Detailed appearance. Imagery insufficient.}

Specialist Javik is a small, wiry thin individual. she would stand out in a crowd for this trait, if not for the fact that she uses these traits specifically to hide within any crowd she finds herself in. She does not stand out in a crowd due to the crowd frequently towering over her, providing her with excellent opportunities to hide.

She has brown hair of a color that some would liken to mud, kept braided away. Some agents have theorized that she keeps it long mostly because it is easier to hide with hair than out of any real fondness for it.

_{Report on skills and talents, including level of skill.}

• Pilot - Basic training, Dromund Kaas Naval Academy
• Combat - Basic training, Imperial Intelligence academy Six
• Mechanics - Intermediate talent
• Imperial Intelligence field training - Intermediate training
  
  • Interrogation - Basic training
  • Mental Discipline - Intermediate training
  • Counter-interrogation - Intermediate training
  • Alien Language studies - Intermediate training
  • Alien culture studies - intermediate Hutt package
  • Slicing - Intermediate talent
• Cybernetic armor mechanics - Intermediate Talent

_{Names and pertinent details for all political and social associates. Including allies, enemies, rivals, underlings and more.}

Specialist Javik is associated with individuals within the Sphere of Technology, serving in the field for assisting in the test of the prototype Mark IL heavy cybernetic armor. While she is not the architect of the armor’s design, she is qualified to perform both maintenance and modifications of its design with schematics provided by the actual experts.

_{Personality analysis of candidate.}

What Specialist Javik lacks in brawn, she more than makes up for in brains. Older reports have her listed as frighteningly intelligent with a complete disregard for life, sentient or not. SHe has no known friends and has expressed no interest in acquiring any. The only people she appears to respect are ones with a similar outlook on life. As such, assignment to Apprentice Nimm Deenia is considered safe.

While she puts limited value on other people, evidence indicates that she values them for their usefulness. In the case of Corporal Typhe, studies indicate that she considers him the best means for testing the armor and as such seeks to keep him alive.

_{List and description of known and suspected flaws, obligations, vices and weaknesses.}

Helia Javik is a flawed woman. She shows complete scorn for the lives of others, viewing them more as objects than as people. She has no social skills to speak of and is only loyal to her cause and those people who somehow earn her respect.

While she passed the mental aspects of the Imperial Intelligence field agent training with flying colors, she was but a small step away from failing the physical training. She can hold her own against poorly trained personnel and most civilians, but she is unlikely to last long against anyone with proper training.
Her marksmanship is well below average, but she rarely wields blasters.

_{Owned equipment of note.}

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[Ryloth, 6 ATC 6] A Long Year Amongst the Twi'Leks

Week 7, Day 1, in the darkness of evening

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Low over the ground, barely above the canopy, the missile flew forwards at great velocity, weaving between the hills. Where it originated would be impossible to pinpoint without orbital tracking, but to the few ships in orbit who might have turned their sensors in the right direction, it would be clear that the missile had not passed down through the atmosphere.

No ground-based system would be able detect its presence until it was too close to matter. One moment the missile was airborne, the next it slammed into the hull of the Defender-class Light Corvette. Powered down as the ship was, it had no protection to speak of. At first there was a blinding flash of light as the fireball lit up the night. At the same time the shockwave moved through the ground several times faster than the sound passed through the air. With each passing kilometer the discrepancy between the three grew. By the time it would reach the location of the Twi’lek village, the three were far enough apart that there was first a bright flash of light, then a shockwave not unlike a small earthquake, and finally a thundering boom.

Almost at the same time as it reached the members of the twi’lek community who were on watch, Nimm saw the explosion down on the surface. She smiled. “Exactly as I planned it.” she whispered to herself. The hutt was easily manipulated and had far too much pride for his own good. If someone were to question him, he would never reveal her—or the Empire’s—hands being involved. Besides, it was not as if the treaty was openly advertised. She was reasonably sure neither the twi’leks nor the Republic knew about it.

There was one thing that she found curious about all of this… Why would a Jedi park one of their signature ships so brazenly near imperial-controlled space? Was he overconfident, or did he have more allies than she had seen? Whatever the reason, she decided she had to approach it with care. She had no intention of dying. Ever.

After a few more moments of thinking she decided on a course of action. A pragmatic one, of course. She sent a few messages out, one to any Sith in the area—encrypted, of course—another to a nearby Imperial Intelligence buoy—there was no telling if they had any available agents, but it never hurt to check—and the final to the nearest sizeable Imperial garrison at Christophsis. All informing them about what she had observed here, including the Jedi infestation. Perhaps some would come, perhaps they wouldn’t.

Whatever happened, she would deal with it. She did not inform her master. This was not enough to be worth disturbing Darth Nyiss over. Even sending out a call like this could be considered excessive, but it did not hurt to see how well the machinery of the Empire worked on this day. Besides, it would be rather fun if the garrison arranged for a small fleet to come for a visit. No doubt the now-shipless Jedi would be panicking if that happened, however unlikely it was.

She did not take the ship down to land on the planet again. Not yet. It was better to wait for any response to her messages up here.

[Approved] Cora Alcyon Jedi Knight Healer

Cheese for everyone!!!!_{yes, approved...}

[Ryloth, 6 ATC 6] A Long Year Amongst the Twi'Leks

Week 7, Day 1, afternoon

It had taken Nimm all of one minute to figure out that the hutt supposedly in charge here on Ryloth—one who called himself ‘Ippo the Hutt’—was a useless idiot. She had quickly made her excuses in ways that would not excessively offend him, then decided to use her own resources to get what she needed. Fortunately, while he was an imbecile, the rest of the people here were somewhat more talented. It had taken a few hours, but she had eventually found a way to slice into the databanks and get the intel she desired.

It was immediately apparent that things were worse than she had thought. Entire villages had been taken out under the noses of the operatives employed by the hutts by what a mercenary identified as Zygerrians. The fact that the hutts hadn’t suppressed this attack immediately after its discovery proved just how foolish Ippo was. Groups like the Zygerrians needed to be met with a firm hand when they misbehave. Rudimentary psychology, really. After downloading the surveillance videos and other potentially pertinent intel, Nimm returned to her ship to look over it properly.

~| an hour later, give or take |~

“What’s this?” she muttered, looking more closely at one of the numerous surveillance feed recordings, “Jedi? Here? Oh, this will be fun...”

“Ship. Display location this feed is from.”

There was no vocal response, but the holographic projector lit up, displaying the planet with a pair of glowing points. One represented her, the other the feed origin.

“Display all other feed sources. Use symbology number six.”

Innumerable other points lit up, displaying the hutts’ surprisingly wide network of surveillance on this world. There were three other feeds near the one that she had seen the Jedi on. Looking closer, she noted their identifying tags and keyed them into the control panel. On the monitors on one of the walls the three feeds appeared, the playback running at twenty-seven times normal pace. For the most part, nothing happened beyond some wildlife moving past. After a bit over three quarters of an hour however, the middle feed showed figures moving past. She immediately paused and rewound it, replaying that segment.

Her eyes saw what was clearly some twi’lek civilians moving past. “Irrelevant.” she muttered to herself, resuming the playback.

Twelve minutes later, the left feed revealed more movement. When she rewatched that, she smiled. “There you are…”

“Ship. Analysis of route. Prognosticate possible destinations.”

It didn’t take long. Within minutes, the computer had identified a half-dozen possible routes. Two led to villages intel indicated had been purged. Clearly irrelevant. Another led into the wasteland, which clearly was also irrelevant for now. The fourth led directly to what the Huttese data identified as an outpost used by their mercenaries at times. Seeing how information made it clear that the outpost was offline and had been for weeks, it was not relevant. Unlike the second-to-last one, the last led straight into a sinkhole. The second-to-last one led straight into a section of the surface covered by a jungle. It was the obvious candidate for further investigation. She didn’t hesitate to take to the air, flying high enough to be nigh unnoticeable.

It didn’t take long to get above the path predicated by the computer, nor did it take long to identify what was clearly the landing location of a spaceship. Sure, it was somewhat hidden beneath foliage… But metal still shows up on scanners, and starships have a lot of metal in them.

More focused scans proved to Nimm that this was definitely the ship used by these Jedi: A Defender-class Light Corvette. Not even trying to be subtle, were they? While it was tempting to just “accidentally” blast it into scrap, she did not feel like having to deal with the potential diplomatic fallout should these Jedi have another means for long-range communications.

She smiled viciously as an idea came to her. With a few quick commands, she opened a channel down to that imbecile of a hutt. He would provide just the cover she needed. It took a good minute before there was a response. No doubt intended as a means for ‘proving’ himself superior. He was—of course—wrong, but Nimm wouldn’t waste effort correcting his mistake. He wasn’t worth it.

“I have a question for you, hutt.”

“Speak, Sith.” the hutt answered with a hint of aloofness to it.

“Why have you invited Jedi to land on your planet, in violation of the agreement between your clan and the Empire?” She kept her voice almost neutral, with just a hint of being offended.

“I have not!” the image on the screen showed a momentary lapse in his controlled expression and he made a gesture with one of his pudgy arms. No doubt signaling for one of his advisors to do something. “There are no Jedi here!” he almost shouted adamantly.

“So there is no Republic Light Corvette parked in the jungle, two kilometers east and six hundred and seventy-four meters south of outpost Senth Usk Orenth? That is good to hear. I am sure Darth Ravage will be pleased to hear that when I inform him in my regular report.”

“What-” he started to say, but Nimm terminated the link. She had no doubt that even an idiot like Ippo would take care of that ship for her, without implicating the Empire at all. He wasn’t smart enough to realize that there was no way one of the Dark Lords of the Sith would care about a single misplaced republic vessel on an unimportant world like Ryloth. Nor did he have any way to figure out how utterly ridiculous it was for her to be regularly reporting to Darth Ravage for that matter.

“Now to find those Jedi…” she muttered to herself, reactivating the sensors on her ship.

[Ryloth, 6 ATC 6] A Long Year Amongst the Twi'Leks

Nimm Deenia is involved.

Temporary character: Ippo the Hutt

Criminal Basic Information

Name: Ippo Wull
Aliases: Ippo the Hutt
Species: Hutt
Age: 210
Gender: male
Preferred area of operation: Ryloth

In Depth Criminal Information Summary

_{Detailed description. Imagery insufficient.}

Being a young hutt, Ippo Wull is small, barely larger than most standard humanoids. Even so, he has already adopted much of the typical laziness of his kind.

_{Report on skills and talents, including level of skill.}

Negotiations - Intermediate Training
Subterfuge - Intermediate Training
Toadying - Intermediate Talent
Embezzling - Basic Talent
Swindling - Intermediate Training

_{Report on known combat experience, training and weapons training.}

Other than rumors of a sadistic fondness for executing traitors himself, no evidence exists that the subject, colloquially known as “Ippo the Hutt”, has any skill whatsoever with any weapons and no experience at all in combat. Should it prove necessary to terminate him, it is advised to remove any possibility of escape prior to eliminating his mercenary bodyguards.

_{List of known crimes and violations.}

The subject is nondescript insofar as crimes go. His variety of perversions are impressive given his age for a hutt, but nonetheless limited compared to older and more prominent hutts. Many of the trades he is involved in would be questionable at best within the Empire.

_{Detailed notes on known associates, accomplices and opponents.}

He has an impressive number of mercenaries on his payroll, as well as underlings that cover up many of his more blatant mistakes without alerting him to the fact. These bureaucrats work hard to delay anyone needing to interact with him.

_{Personality analysis of the criminal.}

Ippo the Hutt is normal as far as hutts go. He is narcissistic, sure that he is more valuable and prominent than he really is, overfond of his various perversions and incapable of seeing the wide range of flaws he possesses. He should prove easy to manipulate provided appropriate incentives.

_{List and description of suspected/known flaws, vices and weaknesses.}

This hutt is overconfident, fond of a variety of vices and certain he is more valuable to his superiors than all evidence implies. He has a youthful exuberance uncommon to his kind, but is nonetheless lazy.

_{Possessed equipment of note.}

_{Personal biography, as detailed by Imperial Intelligence for the purview of the Sith.}

It is believed that his kind spend most of their first hundred and fifty years of childhood inside or in close proximity to one of their parents, possibly with limited to no true awareness. Investigation has put the subject as not appearing in society until just a few years before the Sacking of Coruscant. Even then, he did not make himself notable for several years, only coming to our attention a few years ago when he was sent to manage hutt affairs on Ryloth. Whether this was as a reward, test or punishment is uncertain. Whatever the reason, he is the go-to being for imperial affairs on this world, for better or worse.

[Ryloth, 6 ATC 6] A Long Year Amongst the Twi'Leks

Deep space, somewhere along the Corellian Run.

week 4, day 3, late evening.

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The visit to the beautifully ruined Jedi had not been at all productive. The information stored in the system had proven worthless. Not even the so-called guards had proven any challenge to bypass. To be honest, Nimm had found the entire trip dreadfully boring. Even if the odds of it being productive had been low from the start, she had at least hoped that something would turn out interesting there. Alas, it had not, so she had to depart without even that meager satisfaction. Even so, she had spent considerable time on that world, working behind the scenes to arrange events to her satisfaction.

The fact that the travel from Coruscant to her next destination had already taken ten days did not make it more fun. It was fortunate that she had only a short distance further to go. As it was, she had diverted from her original destination following the report that some merchants had run into some trouble with their deliveries. Normally, such would never be the business of a Sith like her, but she was bored and the merchandise had particular value to one of her projects. Thus, she had decided to go deal with it herself.

She had a feeling that the Jedi were meddling again. If they were, she would almost certainly get some enjoyment out of it. There was unfinished business with them that needed dealing with. Violently. She smiled to herself at that thought. Any Jedi would be foolish to go this far out from their precious Republic. Such a short jump away from an Imperial sector. So easy for someone to get lost. And if there is no body and no recording to link to it, did it really happen?

---

A few hours later.

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The ship floated down, no longer moving at the velocity it had needed to pass through the atmosphere. Slowly it moved onto the landing pad. Though with similar capabilities, it did not look like an Imperial Fury-class interceptor. There might be a so-called peace treaty with the Republic, but that did not mean they let imperial vessels move around their territory freely without being watched. Preferring not to be observed during her work, Nimm had commissioned multiple vessels that would blend more in whenever she traveled outside imperial space. She had made a short stop at a base in the Denon system to switch from one such vessel to another, just in case someone had actually observed her on Coruscant.

With a dull but loud thunk, the ship came to a stop. Nimm rose from the pilot’s chair, walking to the aft where the landing ramp was located. No doubt the merchants were sending a representative out to meet her. An ugly species these Hutts, but many of them were reliable enough when it came to delivering the ordered merchandise.

She was already on the way down the ramp as it lowered, doing nothing to hide her identity as a Sith. At this point, she wanted them to know exactly what they were dealing with.

[WIP] Balick Arken, Medical Doctor - Genetics and Cybernetics

Are you still working on this character, @Meleck?

[Approved] Jedi Knight Dania Litz

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