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Star Wars: The Harbor's Due

"Jarak"

Jarak sat at the desk in his room a dim light from his lamp being the only light source illuminating him. In his hand was a datapad with what information Imperial Intelligence had on the crew of the Noreaster. Considering how long the crew had been active for and how long Imperial Intelligence appeared to have been after them, there really wasn't a lot for Jarak to review. Some of the crew barely had a paragraph or two, some had photos but no names and some had names but no photos. Perhaps the file Iesha had given him before he left on what he hoped would be his last tour would shed light where normal Intelligence had failed. He opened the file and placed its contents out in front of him, a photo and a note reminding him of "What he's doing this for" which he quickly put into his shirt pocket. The main content of the file was by far the most interesting part. She had called in a few favours she still had with her old superiors and managed to pull some of the more classified information that I.I had on the crew. This was a file that definitely wasn't meant for his eyes or anyone else's for that matter, what kind of things had Iesha done to be able to call in favours like this? A thought that was quickly dispelled from his mind as he read through the file, it seemed he wasn't the first Imperial to have to infiltrate the ship. The file mentioned an agent sent to acquire the Captain and her sister for I.I and the Inquisitorious respectively. The reading only worsened as he went further through the document. The agent's last contact was before they arrived on Balmorra and then he went silent. His body was later recovered with a lightsaber wound through his chest. He was filled with an awful sense of dread over what he was getting himself into here.

A knock on his door startled him slightly and brought him out of his concentration on the files in front of him. "Come in." The door gave a slight hiss as it opened and a soldier stepped in. "Sir, a CR90 has been sighted docking on the far side of the port." "Thank you, Lieutenant. prepare the ship to depart, it's best if the Atlas isn't here longer than necessary." The soldier nodded before spinning on her heels and exiting the room leaving Jarak to his thoughts and deliberations. After a few more moments of pondering and worrying while resting his chin on clasped hands, Jarak stood up and picked up the duffle bag next to him and put it across his back. Was it wise to take his equipment him, probably not but it was a risk he couldn't afford to take. He left his room and headed to the bridge to say his goodbyes. The bridge of the Corvette was sparsely populated most of the crew being given leave since they wouldn't be required for a while. "What do you think guys?" Jarak said in a sarcastic tone giving his squad a twirl. "You look like the people we shoot at for a living so I'd say you look pretty good Captain." Nez his Lieutenant responded. "Perfect, that's exactly the look I was going for. Nez, you have the conn until I return. "If you return." She said in a hushed tone "Yes thank you, Nez, I'm aware. Now get the Atlas out of here, and if you so much as scratch her paint while I'm gone I'm taking it out your pay cheque." He said, giving the Lieutenant a half smile. Jarak turned and exited the bridge passing a few remaining crew on his way off the ship. A few technicians on the landing pad gave him rather murderous looks as he exited the pad and headed into the port proper. The sound of the Raider I Corvette's engines powering up behind him let him know that he was now truly alone in one of the most dangerous places he could possibly find himself.

The walk through the port towards the CR90s landing pad was one of sheer terror for Jarak. He was surrounded by the scum of the galaxy, most if not all of them were wanted by the Empire for one reason or another and every single one of them would kill him in a heartbeat if they knew what he was but here he was blending in as if he belonged here. The sound of a scream from a nearby bar caught his attention and he turned to head towards it and as he walked in the door he saw what he was after. A quick glance at his datapad confirmed it, the woman, the Muun and what he assumed was the Ubese that were all shown on the pad. As he approached the three he overheard the woman talking about looking for new crew, surely it couldn't be this easy he thought to himself as he pushed his nerves aside and approached the woman. "Excuse me miss, I overheard you were looking for crew. The name's Jarak, can I apply now or do I have to buy you a drink first?"

"Sable"

A noise from behind him caught his attention what looked like a small Wookie had suddenly appeared in the cargo hold. it took a minute for what he was seeing to actually compute surely one of those things couldn't be here. Sena, however, would leap into action as she usually did when she saw something she liked and appeared to smother the poor thing while screaming about how soft and fluffy it was. God only knows what diseases or parasites the stupid animal had on it but now that Sena had touched it and proclaimed her love for it no one could touch it. "Is that really what I think it is, is that... is that an Ewok. How in the galaxy is an Ewok here?" This was going to be an interesting day Sable thought to himself as he watched Sena continue to cuddle the life out of the Ewok, a fitting end for such an annoying creature. The strange girl who identified herself as Brin stood up and began to head off with Airus. Though whatever ideas of going back to his room quickly disappeared when out of nowhere a blaster round sailed over his and the rest of the crews' heads.

With a reaction time that could put some force users to shame Sable spun on his heels and pulled his blaster from his back pointing it in the direction the shot came from, his sensors saw a young boy and an Anooba standing at the ramp to the bay. "I could have sworn the loaders said they closed the bay door." Sable thought as he drew his blaster and activated his combat protocols. "I'm activating boarding protocol, recommend switching to night-vision and ready yourselves for combat." The main lighting around the crew shut off and the emergency red lighting came on above, the sounds of bulkheads and hatches closing could be heard around the ship, and the cargo ramp began to close. The room went dark around Sable, a flash of red light appeared where his eyes were as his NV turned on. IFF tags began to appear on his display. There was an inhumanly quick dash as Sable entered protection mode and jumped in front of Sena and fired off a few shots from his blaster in the direction of the boy and his dog.

Star Wars: The Harbor's Due

Jarak Delso

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{ "Brave, smart or lucky. You still die." }

| {Full Name} |

Jarak Delso

| {Age} |

35

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Male

| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

No/Grey

| Role on Ship |

Security

| {Appearance} |

A very handsome man by all accounts and someone that clearly looks after himself and his physical appearance. Standing at 6ft tall; White skinned, with short blond hair and brown eyes, the only distinguishing features on Jarak’s face are the claw marks going down the left side of his face with one going over his eye. And the star shaped birthmark on his forehead.
Normally he would be found in the imposing armour of the Storm Commandos, but unfortunately for Jarak his armour would be just a tad overt for his current assignment, instead choosing to opt for a leather jacket covering a simple shirt and trousers which hide an armour weave tunic.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

• TL-50 Heavy Repeater.
• SE-14 Blaster Pistol.
• Electro Staff.
• Vibro knife.
• Armour weave tunic.
• Sonic Imploders.
• Thermal detonators.
• Wrist mounted Grappling hook.
• Rebreather.
• Storm Commando armour and E-11D hidden away in a duffle bag.
• Imperial issue Comm Link.
• Encrypted datapad
• Photo of himself, Iesha and Rachel.

| {Physical Abilities} |

• A soldier through and through: Stormtroopers are expected to be in top physical condition at all time and that goes double for special forces. As a result of the extreme physical conditioning that Jarak has been through his stamina is far beyond the average mans and is able to go for extended periods without sleep.
• I can take it: Owing to his time of service Jarak’s tolerance for pain is far higher than an average person. His tolerance for Blaster shots physical punishment far exceed a normal person and allow him to continue to operate as part of a cohesive unit no matter what.
• Spec Ops equipment: Jarak has a fairly lengthy and distinguished military career which has taken him to exotic locations around the galaxy and put all manner of weird and wonderful weapons in his hands. As a result there is barely a weapon out there that Jarak does not know how to operate or field strip.

| {Limitations} |

• Easily manipulated: They say every man has a fatal flaw, Jarak Delso’s is love. A soldier from a young age, for Jarak the adrenaline rush he got from combat was what kept him going, especially after joining the Imperial military. That was until he met Iesha Ricsou, an Imperial agent on an operation where he was stationed. Jarak was smitten from minute one, Iesha not so much. But after almost killing him in a night operation gone wrong, she took pity on the poor man. A few drinks with him back at base, the start of a budding friendship, a bed and a heartfelt kiss, a baby-bump and a daughter many months later… They say every man has a fatal flaw, Jarak Delso has two.
• Brave but foolish: Owing to his caring personality Jarak will often put himself in harms way than allow his squad mates to be hurt, which more often than not can cause him to be injured instead.
• Sleepless nights: To say Jarak suffers from a few night terrors would be an understatement, no amount of training or conditioning could ever have prepared Jarak for the things he’s seen and done while serving in the Imperial Military, from burning down Rebel and refugee camps with people still inside to almost killing his own sister and worse the things Jarak has seen and done things will haunt him forever.
• Hammer over the scalpel: An instrument of death for the Empire for the last 9 years Jarak has known nothing but combat. And while he can and indeed be a calm headed and reasonable person, his tendency to prefer going loud over seeking a diplomatic solution can and has put him in difficult positions.
• What?: It was the humble Frag Grenade that would leave Jarak with his most obvious issues, the infrequent abdominal pains and partial deafness in his right ear that have plagued him ever since continue to prove problematic.

| {Personality} |
Speaking in a Coruscanti accent Jarak is a very soft spoken man, his team would often describe their Captain as a friendly man, someone that can always be relied upon in dire situations or a shoulder to lean on in tough times. Loyal and caring to a fault Jarak will often put his squad’s safety ahead of the mission at hand, even if it puts him at odds with his superiors. Owing to his friendly and approachable personality Jarak is a very open person and will look for any excuse to talk to anyone about anything. Partly to be a genuinely nice person but also to take his mind off of the things he’s seen and done.

| {Place of Origin} |

Naboo

| {Background} |

Born in Theed on Naboo in 38 BBY, Jarak would not have the easiest life growing up, his early years were marred by the Trade Federations blockade and subsequent invasion of Naboo. He would watch helplessly as soldiers of the Naboo security forces, including his own father were killed defending the city from Battle Droids. At age 20 Jarak would leave home and sign up for the Security Force to ease financial pressure on his mother and sisters. For the next few years Jarak sat on Naboo with not much to do. But with the rise of the Empire and the beginning of Human recruitment in 12BBY Jarak saw new opportunities and going against most of the other security forces and indeed the views of most Naboo citizens, Jarak left and joined the Imperial military.
Having already received training, Jarak found that in comparison to the other Human recruits he was far better at almost everything, although the Clone instructors still showed nothing but contempt towards him and the other recruits. In truth Jarak would often find himself at odds with the instructors since some of the orders he was given went against every fibre of his being. The idea that he was simply an expendable piece of equipment that was expected to obey his superior officers without question or hesitance, regardless if they were required to unleash harm on innocents or even place themselves in extreme danger did not sit well with him. Being told on multiple occasions by the instructors that “Good soldiers followed orders.” This attitude from the Clones was not something Jarak was prepared for. His view of both them while slightly rose tinted was that they were heroes, having saved his planet and the attitude of the instructors was the complete opposite of the few clones he’d spoken to growing up on Naboo, but he chalked it up to their role as instructors.

Imperial Service

Passing out of the Imperial academy as a sergeant Jarak was assigned as a Shoretrooper with his first deployment being on the world of Mon Cala to aid in the subjugation of the populace. An assignment which he hated from start to finish, the world and its inhabitants were as hostile and foreign to him as it could get. After being rotated off Mon Cala as a Shoretrooper position was only temporary, Jarak would serve a tour on Scarif which he hated for a whole host of different reasons, before eventually being deployed to Chandrila as part of the security forces stationed there. It was during this deployment in particular that he would meet his now wife Iesha Ricsou. Though at first, she took to his advances and flirtations like a Wookie to a Trandoshian she would come around eventually… though it took her almost killing him for her to do so.
Service in the Imperial Military took on a new meaning for Jarak with the birth of their daughter just under a year later. No longer was he simply serving because it was better than being stuck on Naboo. Now his life seemed to almost have a purpose, one that went beyond any loyalty to the Empire or the Emperor that was drilled into him at the academy. Now he had a family to look after and with Iesha taking it upon herself to retire and look after the child any grievances he may have held would be pushed as far back in his head as they could be for the sake of his career and family. Life would not change much for Jarak over the next two years, a cycle of going on tour and coming home to try and make up lost time with his daughter. But when offered a transfer to Imperial Intelligence and a spot in a Storm Commando team Jarak could not bring himself to turn down the significant pay rise, even if it meant sending more time away from home and taking on far more dangerous assignments.

The blind Jedi

Life as a Commando was far different than that as a stormtrooper. Instead of simple grunt work he now found himself at the side of Moffs and Inquisitors or off hunting down Rebel cells. But by far the most daunting of his first set of assignments was the mission to Dantooine. His team were assigned to aid two inquisitors hunting down a Jedi that was rumoured to be there, spending a few days scouting the village where the Jedi was last sighted but all that both he and his team found was a simple village filled with simple people, the only standout being was a blind man. The Inquisitors however were certain, the Jedi was down there and the next morning they would make their move.
There were five of them in total that approached the village two Inquisitors and the three-man trooper team. Though one of the Inquisitors swiftly separated from them and disappeared. As they approached the bridge leading into the village the blind man stood before them. With a single wave of his hand the Inquisitor instructed the troopers to take up positions at the other exits. The now Lieutenant Jarak Delso turned his head left and right and gave orders to the other two troopers who quickly departed for the far side of the village to block the other exit. Jarak obeyed the Inquisitors command and stood back as the Blind man on the bridge ignited his lightsabre revealing that he was in fact the Jedi they were looking for. A wave of emotions flooded Jarak’s mind, the Jedi were still heroes to him in truth he had never believed that the Jedi had tried to overthrow the Chancellor. But he could never tell anyone that, less he mysteriously disappear one night. But now the Jedi were supposed to be his enemies, but could he bring himself to shoot one, Rebel scum was one thing but people he admired and looked up to growing up that was something else entirely.
The fight was mesmerising to the Commando, the flurry of colours and the sizzling of the sabres in the rain captured the boyhood wonder that still lingered in his mind. It was, however, still terrifying for him to watch as this supposed blind man took on two highly skilled Inquisitors and not only won but won convincingly. A sense of fear hit his body like a tidal wave as the Jedi finished off the second Inquisitor and turned towards him, Jarak had stood their throughout the fight with his weapon lowered and only now at what might possibly be the end did he understand how powerful the Jedi truly were and if the Inquisitors were beaten that easily what good would his blaster do. Jarak never raised his weapon to the Jedi and the Jedi never approached him either, he simply spoke towards Jarak from the bridge after throwing him the now crystalless Lightsabres. Never turning to show it but his words were meant for Jarak. "You don't seem to care much that they are dead... Just fearing how I did it... You never raised that weapon even when I ran them through... The soldiers of the Republic knew justice... Perhaps you remember it too... If we had more men like you, there would not be an Empire." As the Jedi walked back into the village Jarak picked up the sabres and signalled to his team that they were leaving, the mission was over.

Maybe I should just retire

Five years had passed since the meeting with the Jedi on Dantooine. The Rebellion while not officially in open hostility to the Empire was still proving troublesome, multiple of Jarak’s teams’ assignments over the last six years had been search and destroy operations against Rebel camps and weapons caches but one such mission in particular would affect Jarak’s mentality like none other. Naboo, his home a world where Jarak never thought he’d be deployed to. Yet here he found himself, scouring ruins with his team looking for the camp of Rebels, but he would soon come to wish he was back on Mon Cala or Scarif.
Through the trees he saw it, multiple camp fires, tents and people. His dark armour keeping him concealed in the dark ruins, he moved around to where his squad mates were, both in an Overwatch position above the camp. Though there were only three of them against at least a dozen maybe more Rebels they were confident, their first volley of shots would take at least five or six of them, the rest should fall into a panic… should being the operative word. As Jarak gave the signal a flurry of blaster shots and a Sonic Imploder were sent hurling into the camp. Three Rebels died before they knew what hit them, a further two were sent slamming into trees by the Imploder. A few dove for cover after scrambling for their blasters and began trying to locate their attackers while another group ran to the trees to get away… But they wouldn’t. They were cut off and promptly cut down by Jarak’s squad mates. Jarak meanwhile had moved to the other side and began opening up on the group that had sought cover among the crates. The squad’s orders were clear “Do not hesitate and show no mercy to the Rebel scum.” But as the final Rebel fell and they moved in to confirm the targets were gone Jarak received a shock that to this day haunts his dreams. Lying on the floor in front of him clutching a wound to her shoulder was his sister; her long blonde hair, deep blue eyes and the star shaped birthmark on her forehead were unmistakeable, it was her. ”Kel?” His voice a mixture of confusion and fear, he looked at the wound she clutched, had Jarak been an inch or two down she would be dead. “Sir!” The voice of his squad mate came over his comm link. “We’ve got a live one, we’re bringing her over.” Jarak turned his head and his heart sunk even further, it couldn’t be, not here. Both of his sisters now sat before him, one still clutching her wound the other trying to comfort her. “What should we do with them sir? You know our orders we can’t leave them alive.” ”Ally, I want you and Nez to return to the ship, don’t contact anyone, I’ll explain everything when I get back. Understand?” The two nodded to their Captain and headed into the woods towards the ship.
Jarak sat down on the bench in front of his sisters and removed his helmet, his own birthmark giving away who he was to them which made their eyes widen and their mouths open slightly in shock. ”I can’t say I’m surprised, I’m just disappointed. Why in the galaxy would you join the Rebellion?” “Because Jarak.” Ann his older sister answered him sternly. “The Empire has done nothing but terrorise the galaxy and oppress its inhabitants. And I can see you’re fitting into that mould perfectly aren’t you. No wonder Mother disowned you after you left, look at you you’re just another Imperial thug, dad would be spinning in his grave if he could see you now!” Her words stung like nothing he’d experienced before, although he never really knew his father his legacy was what made Jarak sign up for the Security force all those years ago and it took all his will power to not break down in tears right there and then. He looked up and stared his sister straight in the eyes. ”You think I don’t know that? you think I’m out here doing this because it’s fun? I know what the Empire does, I’ve seen it, I’ve done it Ann. And I’ve probably had more sleepless nights over the last eight years than you’ve hot meals, but I’ve got a family to provide for, a wife and daughter. Responsibility, Ann, You don’t bite the hand that feeds you.” His words had venom in them, his resentment towards his family was deep by now. Eight years ago he left for the academy and hadn’t heard so much as a word other than that he’d been disowned since, he’d tried a few times to patch things up, an invitation to his wedding, the chance to meet his daughter he’d hoped that she could be a bridge back to a normal family relationship but it was to no avail. He looked down at Kel and felt nothing but anguish, he had always been close to her growing up, they were twins, so a strong bond was only natural but now… Now she refused to even look him in the eyes and that crushed him. ”Take these, I want both of you gone, if I never see you again again it’ll be too soon. But if we do meet I won’t be as forgiving.” The words he spoke were cold and empty, an emotional bluff. Despite everything they were still family and he still loved them both deep down but here and now all he felt was resentment and pain. He threw his medical supply pouch and ration packs on the floor next to his sisters before putting his helmet back on, picking up his blaster and disappearing into the woods and back to the ship.

Now on orders from Moff Walkenhorst, Jarak has been tasked with infiltrating a mercenary crew. Work that if he’s honest with himself is completely alien to him, sure Iesha has given him plenty of knowledge and advice over the years but actually doing it that was another thing entirely. When the Moff mentioned something about Jedi to the Captain his ears perked slightly but then the mention of potential Inquisitor involvement gave him a slight sense of dread. Though Jarak did at various points think of questioning the Moff on his motives for this assignment. Something about his dad getting turned to dust by some force user from the ship. Surely there were people more suited to this type of work, Jarak and his team specialised in covert and precision strikes against Rebel targets not infiltration, but this fact didn’t seem to bother the Moff one bit. Effectively giving Jarak a blank cheque to get the information that he wanted as well as enough money he could retire afterwards with little fear of his pension not being enough to support his family. So here he found himself, on some backwater dump filled to the brim with the scum and villainy of the galaxy. From a certain point of view, he fitted in just fine but never in his life had he ever felt like he didn’t belong somewhere like he did on Anchorage.

Star Wars: The Harbor's Due

Jarak Delso

SC-A36

{ "Brave, smart or lucky. You still die." }

| {Full Name} |

Jarak Delso

| {Age} |

35

| {Species} |

Human

| {Gender} |

Male

| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

No/Grey

| Role on Ship |

Security

| {Appearance} |

A very handsome man by all accounts and someone that clearly looks after himself and his physical appearance. Standing at 6ft tall; White skinned, with short blond hair and brown eyes, the only distinguishing features on Jarak’s face are the claw marks going down the left side of his face with one going over his eye. And the star shaped birthmark on his forehead.
Normally he would be found in the imposing armour of the Storm Commandos, but unfortunately for Jarak his armour would be just a tad overt for his current assignment, instead choosing to opt for a leather jacket covering a simple shirt and trousers which hide an armour weave tunic.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

• TL-50 Heavy Repeater.
• SE-14 Blaster Pistol.
• Electro Staff.
• Vibro knife.
• Armour weave tunic.
• Sonic Imploders.
• Thermal detonators.
• Wrist mounted Grappling hook.
• Rebreather.
• Storm Commando armour and E-11D hidden away in a duffle bag.
• Imperial issue Comm Link.
• Encrypted datapad
• Photo of himself, Iesha and Rachel.

| {Physical Abilities} |

• A soldier through and through: Stormtroopers are expected to be in top physical condition at all time and that goes double for special forces. As a result of the extreme physical conditioning that Jarak has been through his stamina is far beyond the average mans and is able to go for extended periods without sleep.
• I can take it: Owing to his time of service Jarak’s tolerance for pain is far higher than an average person. His tolerance for Blaster shots physical punishment far exceed a normal person and allow him to continue to operate as part of a cohesive unit no matter what.
• Spec Ops equipment: Jarak has a fairly lengthy and distinguished military career which has taken him to exotic locations around the galaxy and put all manner of weird and wonderful weapons in his hands. As a result there is barely a weapon out there that Jarak does not know how to operate or field strip.

| {Limitations} |

• Easily manipulated: They say every man has a fatal flaw, Jarak Delso’s is love. A soldier from a young age, for Jarak the adrenaline rush he got from combat was what kept him going, especially after joining the Imperial military. That was until he met Iesha Ricsou, an Imperial agent on an operation where he was stationed. Jarak was smitten from minute one, Iesha not so much. But after almost killing him in a night operation gone wrong, she took pity on the poor man. A few drinks with him back at base, the start of a budding friendship, a bed and a heartfelt kiss, a baby-bump and a daughter many months later… They say every man has a fatal flaw, Jarak Delso has two.
• Brave but foolish: Owing to his caring personality Jarak will often put himself in harms way than allow his squad mates to be hurt, which more often than not can cause him to be injured instead.
• Sleepless nights: To say Jarak suffers from a few night terrors would be an understatement, no amount of training or conditioning could ever have prepared Jarak for the things he’s seen and done while serving in the Imperial Military, from burning down Rebel and refugee camps with people still inside to almost killing his own sister and worse the things Jarak has seen and done things will haunt him forever.
• Hammer over the scalpel: An instrument of death for the Empire for the last 9 years Jarak has known nothing but combat. And while he can and indeed be a calm headed and reasonable person, his tendency to prefer going loud over seeking a diplomatic solution can and has put him in difficult positions.
• What?: It was the humble Frag Grenade that would leave Jarak with his most obvious issues, the infrequent abdominal pains and partial deafness in his right ear that have plagued him ever since continue to prove problematic.

| {Personality} |
Jarak’s team would often describe their Captain as a friendly man, someone that can always be relied upon in dire situations or a shoulder to lean on in tough times. Loyal and caring to a fault Jarak will often put his squad’s safety ahead of the mission at hand, even if it puts him at odds with his superiors. Owing to his friendly and approachable personality Jarak is a very open person and will look for any excuse to talk to anyone about anything. Partly to be a genuinely nice person but also to take his mind off of the things he’s seen and done.

| {Place of Origin} |

Naboo

| {Background} |

Born in Theed on Naboo in 38 BBY, Jarak would not have the easiest life growing up, his early years were marred by the Trade Federations blockade and subsequent invasion of Naboo. He would watch helplessly as soldiers of the Naboo security forces, including his own father were killed defending the city from Battle Droids. At age 20 Jarak would leave home and sign up for the Security Force to ease financial pressure on his mother and sisters. For the next few years Jarak sat on Naboo with not much to do. But with the rise of the Empire and the beginning of Human recruitment in 12BBY Jarak saw new opportunities and going against most of the other security forces and indeed the views of most Naboo citizens, Jarak left and joined the Imperial military.
Having already received training, Jarak found that in comparison to the other Human recruits he was far better at almost everything, although the Clone instructors still showed nothing but contempt towards him and the other recruits. In truth Jarak would often find himself at odds with the instructors since some of the orders he was given went against every fibre of his being. The idea that he was simply an expendable piece of equipment that was expected to obey his superior officers without question or hesitance, regardless if they were required to unleash harm on innocents or even place themselves in extreme danger did not sit well with him. Being told on multiple occasions by the instructors that “Good soldiers followed orders.” This attitude from the Clones was not something Jarak was prepared for. His view of both them while slightly rose tinted was that they were heroes, having saved his planet and the attitude of the instructors was the complete opposite of the few clones he’d spoken to growing up on Naboo, but he chalked it up to their role as instructors.

Imperial Service

Passing out of the Imperial academy as a sergeant Jarak was assigned as a Shoretrooper with his first deployment being on the world of Mon Cala to aid in the subjugation of the populace. An assignment which he hated from start to finish, the world and its inhabitants were as hostile and foreign to him as it could get. After being rotated off Mon Cala as a Shoretrooper position was only temporary, Jarak would serve a tour on Scarif which he hated for a whole host of different reasons, before eventually being deployed to Chandrila as part of the security forces stationed there. It was during this deployment in particular that he would meet his now wife Iesha Ricsou. Though at first, she took to his advances and flirtations like a Wookie to a Trandoshian she would come around eventually… though it took her almost killing him for her to do so.
Service in the Imperial Military took on a new meaning for Jarak with the birth of their daughter just under a year later. No longer was he simply serving because it was better than being stuck on Naboo. Now his life seemed to almost have a purpose, one that went beyond any loyalty to the Empire or the Emperor that was drilled into him at the academy. Now he had a family to look after and with Iesha taking it upon herself to retire and look after the child any grievances he may have held would be pushed as far back in his head as they could be for the sake of his career and family. Life would not change much for Jarak over the next two years, a cycle of going on tour and coming home to try and make up lost time with his daughter. But when offered a transfer to Imperial Intelligence and a spot in a Storm Commando team Jarak could not bring himself to turn down the significant pay rise, even if it meant sending more time away from home and taking on far more dangerous assignments.

The blind Jedi

Life as a Commando was far different than that as a stormtrooper. Instead of simple grunt work he now found himself at the side of Moffs and Inquisitors or off hunting down Rebel cells. But by far the most daunting of his first set of assignments was the mission to Dantooine. His team were assigned to aid two inquisitors hunting down a Jedi that was rumoured to be there, spending a few days scouting the village where the Jedi was last sighted but all that both he and his team found was a simple village filled with simple people, the only standout being was a blind man. The Inquisitors however were certain, the Jedi was down there and the next morning they would make their move.
There were five of them in total that approached the village two Inquisitors and the three-man trooper team. Though one of the Inquisitors swiftly separated from them and disappeared. As they approached the bridge leading into the village the blind man stood before them. With a single wave of his hand the Inquisitor instructed the troopers to take up positions at the other exits. The now Lieutenant Jarak Delso turned his head left and right and gave orders to the other two troopers who quickly departed for the far side of the village to block the other exit. Jarak obeyed the Inquisitors command and stood back as the Blind man on the bridge ignited his lightsabre revealing that he was in fact the Jedi they were looking for. A wave of emotions flooded Jarak’s mind, the Jedi were still heroes to him in truth he had never believed that the Jedi had tried to overthrow the Chancellor. But he could never tell anyone that, less he mysteriously disappear one night. But now the Jedi were supposed to be his enemies, but could he bring himself to shoot one, Rebel scum was one thing but people he admired and looked up to growing up that was something else entirely.
The fight was mesmerising to the Commando, the flurry of colours and the sizzling of the sabres in the rain captured the boyhood wonder that still lingered in his mind. It was, however, still terrifying for him to watch as this supposed blind man took on two highly skilled Inquisitors and not only won but won convincingly. A sense of fear hit his body like a tidal wave as the Jedi finished off the second Inquisitor and turned towards him, Jarak had stood their throughout the fight with his weapon lowered and only now at what might possibly be the end did he understand how powerful the Jedi truly were and if the Inquisitors were beaten that easily what good would his blaster do. Jarak never raised his weapon to the Jedi and the Jedi never approached him either, he simply spoke towards Jarak from the bridge after throwing him the now crystalless Lightsabres. Never turning to show it but his words were meant for Jarak. "You don't seem to care much that they are dead... Just fearing how I did it... You never raised that weapon even when I ran them through... The soldiers of the Republic knew justice... Perhaps you remember it too... If we had more men like you, there would not be an Empire." As the Jedi walked back into the village Jarak picked up the sabres and signalled to his team that they were leaving, the mission was over.

Maybe I should just retire

Six years had passed since the meeting with the Jedi on Dantooine. The Rebellion while not officially in open hostility to the Empire was still proving troublesome, multiple of Jarak’s teams’ assignments over the last six years had been search and destroy operations against Rebel camps and weapons caches but one such mission in particular would affect Jarak’s mentality like none other. Naboo, his home a world where Jarak never thought he’d be deployed to. Yet here he found himself, scouring ruins with his team looking for the camp of Rebels, but he would soon come to wish he was back on Mon Cala or Scarif.
Through the trees he saw it, multiple camp fires, tents and people. His dark armour keeping him concealed in the dark ruins, he moved around to where his squad mates were, both in an Overwatch position above the camp. Though there were only three of them against at least a dozen maybe more Rebels they were confident, their first volley of shots would take at least five or six of them, the rest should fall into a panic… should being the operative word. As Jarak gave the signal a flurry of blaster shots and a Sonic Imploder were sent hurling into the camp. Three Rebels died before they knew what hit them, a further two were sent slamming into trees by the Imploder. A few dove for cover after scrambling for their blasters and began trying to locate their attackers while another group ran to the trees to get away… But they wouldn’t. They were cut off and promptly cut down by Jarak’s squad mates. Jarak meanwhile had moved to the other side and began opening up on the group that had sought cover among the crates. The squad’s orders were clear “Do not hesitate and show no mercy to the Rebel scum.” But as the final Rebel fell and they moved in to confirm the targets were gone Jarak received a shock that to this day haunts his dreams. Lying on the floor in front of him clutching a wound to her shoulder was his sister; her long blonde hair, deep blue eyes and the star shaped birthmark on her forehead were unmistakeable, it was her. ”Kel?” His voice a mixture of confusion and fear, he looked at the wound she clutched, had Jarak been an inch or two down she would be dead. “Sir!” The voice of his squad mate came over his comm link. “We’ve got a live one, we’re bringing her over.” Jarak turned his head and his heart sunk even further, it couldn’t be, not here. Both of his sisters now sat before him, one still clutching her wound the other trying to comfort her. “What should we do with them sir? You know our orders we can’t leave them alive.” ”Ally, I want you and Nez to return to the ship, don’t contact anyone, I’ll explain everything when I get back. Understand?” The two nodded to their Captain and headed into the woods towards the ship.
Jarak sat down on the bench in front of his sisters and removed his helmet, his own birthmark giving away who he was to them which made their eyes widen and their mouths open slightly in shock. ”I can’t say I’m surprised, I’m just disappointed. Why in the galaxy would you join the Rebellion?” “Because Jarak.” Ann his older sister answered him sternly. “The Empire has done nothing but terrorise the galaxy and oppress its inhabitants. And I can see you’re fitting into that mould perfectly aren’t you. No wonder Mother disowned you after you left, look at you you’re just another Imperial thug, dad would be spinning in his grave if he could see you now!” Her words stung like nothing he’d experienced before, although he never really knew his father his legacy was what made Jarak sign up for the Security force all those years ago and it took all his will power to not break down in tears right there and then. He looked up and stared his sister straight in the eyes. ”You think I don’t know that? you think I’m out here doing this because it’s fun? I know what the Empire does, I’ve seen it, I’ve done it Ann. And I’ve probably had more sleepless nights over the last eight years than you’ve hot meals, but I’ve got a family to provide for, a wife and daughter. Responsibility, Ann, You don’t bite the hand that feeds you.” His words had venom in them, his resentment towards his family was deep by now. Eight years ago he left for the academy and hadn’t heard so much as a word other than that he’d been disowned since, he’d tried a few times to patch things up, an invitation to his wedding, the chance to meet his daughter he’d hoped that she could be a bridge back to a normal family relationship but it was to no avail. He looked down at Kel and felt nothing but anguish, he had always been close to her growing up, they were twins, so a strong bond was only natural but now… Now she refused to even look him in the eyes and that crushed him. ”Take these, I want both of you gone, if I never see you again again it’ll be too soon. But if we do meet I won’t be as forgiving.” The words he spoke were cold and empty, an emotional bluff. Despite everything they were still family and he still loved them both deep down but here and now all he felt was resentment and pain. He threw his medical supply pouch and ration packs on the floor next to his sisters before putting his helmet back on, picking up his blaster and disappearing into the woods and back to the ship.

Now on orders from Moff Walkenhorst, Jarak has been tasked with infiltrating a mercenary crew. Work that if he’s honest with himself is completely alien to him, sure Iesha has given him plenty of knowledge and advice over the years but actually doing it that was another thing entirely. When the Moff mentioned something about Jedi to the Captain his ears perked slightly but then the mention of potential Inquisitor involvement gave him a slight sense of dread. Though Jarak did at various points think of questioning the Moff on his motives for this assignment. Something about his dad getting turned to dust by some force user from the ship. Surely there were people more suited to this type of work, Jarak and his team specialised in covert and precision strikes against Rebel targets not infiltration, but this fact didn’t seem to bother the Moff one bit. Effectively giving Jarak a blank cheque to get the information that he wanted as well as enough money he could retire afterwards with little fear of his pension not being enough to support his family. So here he found himself, on some backwater dump filled to the brim with the scum and villainy of the galaxy. From a certain point of view, he fitted in just fine but never in his life had he ever felt like he didn’t belong somewhere like he did on Anchorage.

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"Sena why are you like this?" The thought that went through Sable's processor as he changed his visual settings back to normal light levels. While he was sure that Sena had only pure and honest intentions with her actions, he would much rather that she had not come into the Cargohold at all, let alone blind everyone and then just walk up to the potentially dangerous intruder with a lightsaber who could snap at any moment and potentially hurt or even kill her. He didn't want to even imagine what would happen to the girl if Solace had got back and found Sena hurt or worse.

"I don't really have an option, now do I? There are my weapons, I'll go with you."

The words were like music to his audio receptors, he didn't want to have to shoot the girl sat in front of him. Though he had not revealed it yet, his initial scan of the girl's face had revealed precisely nothing about her, it was perhaps the strangest thing he'd ever seen, the girl simply didn't exist. The bounty board, the Imperial Database even the older Republic databases had nothing. No one matching her face or even the name she gave came up. He'd seen it before on former slaves but there's no way someone this well-armed was a slave surely. What was not music to his audio receptors however was the outwardly aggressive tone of the pathetic waste of metal that dared to call itself a droid. The sheer gall of this Toaster on wheels to dare challenge Sable or any of the crew when they were the ones who tried to stow away took him back for a moment, surely no one could be that stupid. He nodded at Airus before putting his own blaster away and picked up the girls blasters "You made the smart choice, although I'd suggest putting a muzzle on... that. Before I do it for you." He said with clear disdain for the R3 unit in his voice as he turned and headed for the Cargobay door.

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Sable sat at the desk in his room the holo-communicator in front of him bathing his shell in bright blue light. 'His' room, it was a weird thing to think about even after two years on the ship, there were people out in the galaxy being used as currency and here aboard the Noreaster, a droid has its own personalised room. Technically Sable was following orders, while other members of the crew including Solace went into the city to look for fresh blood he was to check the cargo hold once it had finished being loaded but until he got that message there was little point to him leaving his room. In front of Sable hovered the image of a human woman with short dark hair, fiddling with something in her hand just out of shot. "I'm surprised you've kept it after all these years Everei.""Why? it's the best gift Alanna ever got me." The woman replied placing whatever she was toying with down in front of her. It had been five years since Alanna had passed but Sable and her former partner still spoke often, once a month or so. Normally it was just so Everei could badger Sable into coming out and joining her but Sable didn't mind as sometimes it was just nice to talk to someone from his past.

Five years ago

It was a damp overcast day on Saleucami; Sable, Everei and the other half-dozen members of the Eunectes stood around the grave. Sable with one arm around Everei's shoulder to try and help her not have a breakdown, the rest of the crew simply paying silent respects to their deceased comrade. As the rest of the crew returned to the ship Sable stayed by Everei's side as she placed a picture of the two of them onto the top of the grave. To most onlookers, the two wouldn't seem like a likely partnership. Everei was a harsh looking woman, scars covering quite a lot of her. And even though she was younger than Alanna she looked far older. Whereas Alanna looked very young in comparison, While she may have looked like a clone of her mother her personality had all the human personality of her father, that is to say, stubborn as all hell.

Before departing in her own ship back to her cell Everei offered Sable a space in her ship, a chance to join the upstart rebellion and stick it to the Empire for what they did to Alanna. But Sable, for now, would decline, Alanna's instructions were clear he was to find his own way in the galaxy for a while, 'discover himself' and who was he to question her orders.

Present day

"Speaking of gifts, you never mentioned what all that money went towards getting, I do hope your bosses spent it wisely." "Sable." She began with a sigh. "You and I both know that even if I knew I couldn't tell you, you never know who's listening in on here. Now if you'd come out here and join us, join me, you could see how that money has been... invested." "Look, Everei I've explained this to you every time we talk. I'm not coming to join you until my contract here ends. Alanna wanted me to 'discover myself' whatever that means. And if it's more the money you're after than me then all you have to do is ask, I have a... friend who can arrange safe transfers." "You're dammed stubborn Sable. Just like Alanna was, sometimes I wonder whether you made her like that or she changed you. No, you don't have to worry about money Sable, from what I know the money Alanna gave us still hasn't run out. The bosses are more after you than your money." Before Sable could respond a voice came over the ship's intercom. "We've finished loading the cargo, we'll close the door behind us." "Well Everei that's my cue it was nice talking to you again, same time next month?" "Sounds good see you then." and with that, the image of the woman disappeared. and Sable's room fell back into silence save for the metallic clanks of his feet on the floor. Sable picked his E-5 from the storage rack and placed it on his back before leaving and locking his room.

It was the same at every port the ship stopped at when they took on supplies, Sable would check the hold before the ship departed in case of stowaways. Being the only one able to detect life forms automatically landed him with the job but he didn't mind. In the hold, no one bothered him. He closed the door as he entered and patched himself into the Cargo bays controls before beginning his checks. After finding the Kushibanin there not too long ago Sable made sure to be extra thorough less something more dangerous than a helpless small fluffy creature slip by him. The check went smoothly for the first few minutes, everything so far was present and accounted for. Then from behind him fell, followed by a loud metallic thud as it landed. Sable spun around and drew his blaster pointing it in the direction of the noise, spotting the said fallen crate he noticed something red shuffle in behind the crates next to it Sable dimmed the lights in the hold till it was pitch black before magnetising himself to the floor. The silence that now filled the darkness of the hold was deafening, the metallic thunking of Sable's footsteps the only break to it, as he rounded the crate he saw the Twi'Lek huddled in as tight as she could be. He raised his blaster "I can see you Tail Head, throw your weapons on the floor in front of you." maybe it was lucky that he had darkened the bay since in his NV mode he spotted the familiar shape of a lightsaber on her hip. "Including the Lightsaber." His tone was harsh, almost like he was barking orders at her. the heavy robotic filter of his voice echoing around the silent hangar. "Boss we've got a problem in the hold, another stowaway, armed and possibly dangerous, you might want to get back here as quick as you can. And Airus, I'm gonna need your help... she's got a lightsaber." Sable announced over the crews' comlink.

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Sable

The Relic

| {Full Name} |

Sable

| {Age} |

2386

| {Species} |

Droid

| {Gender} |

N/A but uses male pronouns

| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

No/ Chaotic Neutral

| Role on Ship |

Security

| {Appearance} |

Much to his disgust Sable currently resides within the body of BX series Commando Droid. The somewhat imposing 6”2’ frame while taller than his old HK body is nowhere near as efficient or effective.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

• E-5 Blaster Rifle
• Cortosis Weave Vibrosword
• Commando Droid personal shield
• E-5s Sniper Rifle
• ZX miniature flame projector built into left arm
• Magnetic feet
• Features in head: Multispectral vision, face scanner and his eyes can act as a holoprojector
• Droid Poppers
• Replacement body parts

| {Physical Abilities} |

• Unbreathing: Due to the rather obvious fact that Sable doesn’t need oxygen to survive, he is often the first to volunteer to enter hazardous environments and to do anything involving space walking.
• Electromagnetic hardening: Experience taught Sable’s owners that protection against EMP devices is almost essential given the work he would do for them and just because he has a new body doesn’t mean that lesson should be forgotten.
• The bounty board: To coincide with his in-built face scanner Sable also possesses a live link to the galactic bounty board allowing him to profit on any random bounties he comes across, or if he feels like it he could point out to his allies that there are other bounties around that they could cash in on.
• Voice changer: An ability that was inherent to the body he was placed in Sable immediately knew he could improve upon it to do more than just Clone troopers. After much tinkering with the aid of his master Sable is able to scan peoples voices and replicate them perfectly almost instantly.
• The ultimate failsafe: The Blasaw family were not idiots, they didn’t accrue their wealth by not investing in asset protection. As such every processor unit that Sable has, be they active or dormant spares is equipped with a failsafe that activates when someone tries to access it without the Blasaw family signature, the ensuing explosion while not large is sufficient enough to remove the intruder from the vicinity.

| {Force Abilities} |

He can try and make the Force Choke hand at you but I doubt it’d do much.

| {Limitations} |

• Amoral programming: Being a droid he knows little of right from wrong Sable would just as soon gun someone down as help them, though he has improved since his last master installed programming that gave him basic morality, he still prioritises logical solutions than those that “feel right”.
• A droid with no master: Five years have passed since the last of the Blasaw family passed and with no heirs to serve, his masters last wish was he be set free from his servitude to her bloodline but being a droid with no master has had its challenges often in the form of prejudice from other bounty hunters.

| {Personality} |

A polite individual as long as you don’t piss him off, Sable often follows a policy of not speaking unless spoken to a policy which has served him well for the last five years.
When the Blasaw family originally purchased him, Sable had almost no personality whatsoever he was simply a “yes master” killing machine however, the family found this to be boring for their personal guard droid and spent a not so insignificant amount of money on personality matrix upgrades for him. Combining the best parts of a polite servant droid, a knowledgeable protocol droid and his original HK programming to create the droid that wanders the streets today.
Never one to speak out of tone unless joining in on the teasing of others, Sable knows his place in the universe he understands that even after being given freedom his role is to serve, some are not as appreciative of his service as others but this rarely phases him if he has a job to do he can be relied upon to do it.

Though to say that Sable will only respond with pleasantries would be a horrific understatement, Alanna, the last of the Blasaw family bloodline, who Sable spent ten years travelling with made certain adjustments to the matrix on their travels. Gifting Sable with a full range of vocal communication forms in all manner of languages, though sarcasm has quickly become his favourite.

| {Place of Origin} |

Built on Telos IV sometime after the Revan disappeared. Though he has no memory of his actions before being purchased by the Blasaw family.

| {Background} |

To know Sable’s story is to know the story of one of the most powerful crime families in the Outer Rim. The Blasaw family, they ruled a criminal Empire for over 2000 years; controlling the spice trade, slave trade and every other type of trade conceivable. Their rule was not without challenge however, Hutt cartels and other criminal organisations were always trying to muscle their way onto Blasaw turf. When looking for personal protection one should never tighten their purse strings, this was the policy that Bretre Blasaw followed when looking for a bodyguard. Enter Sable, one of the finest killing machines ever built, people talk, they can be bought out, or tortured. Droids cannot, with the proper upgrades, software and hardware a droid will keep all your dirty little secrets.

Originally just a tool for the Blasaw family Sable performed a number of tasks for them, from personal guard, enforcer and when the family really wanted to make someone suffer, he became their torturer. But Bretre always thought Sable was a little bland, at first he didn’t even have a name and was simply referred to as “HK” or “Droid”. It was Bretre’s youngest daughter Alemelo who gave Sable his name after finding a serial number on his right leg and thinking that the numbers 54813 were letters began calling him Sable, the name took a while to stick but after Bretre installed the upgraded personality matrix into him an actual name seemed more fitting.

However, the good life the Blasaw family had was not to last forever. The unwillingness for officials to be bought and for certain senators to take bribes would see their empire decline as the centuries went on. Their world and his finally came crashing down when a once loyal contact, someone the family had trusted for over 30 years sold their weaknesses and still exposed lose ends to the Hutts. It wasn’t quick and it wasn’t pretty, across the Outer Rim bloody fighting erupted between hired mercenary groups. As the Hutts exploited weaknesses and sold their newly acquired information to law officials the empire that had stood for over a millennium fell apart at the seams and the family went into hiding, changing names and even some faces. Once in hiding Sable was shut down and placed into storage, less anyone question why a family of ‘farmers’ on Saleucami has a HK-50 droid as a farmhand. It wouldn’t be until the war finally made its way to them that Sable would be reactivated, dealing with the droids that found their way to the farm wasn’t a problem at all, if anything Sable saw it as a mercy since they were so dumb. However, the fighting on the farm would also cost Sable his body, a wrist rocket that he didn’t watch out for punched a hole through his torso and rendered him useless and after retrieving his processor the remaining Blasaw family members once again found themselves looking for a new home.

In 18BBY Sable would once again be reactivated but he would never be himself again. Finding himself in a strange body and surrounded by strange people Sable tried to activate his failsafe, which Alanna would shut down. In his own way he was ecstatic that Alanna was still alive, the little girl he fell fighting to protect on Saleucami was probably his favourite of the Blasaw family in his 2000+ years of service. Though he would have to be hidden for the next year until the Clone Wars ended, Alanna and the mercenary crew she ran with would find much use for a droid with over 2000 years of experience and a body count that would put an evil Sith Lord to shame.

It would be fair to say that Alanna holds a special place in Sable’s memory banks, he’s put at least two people in the ground for talking ill of her. The last of her family through no fault of her own she hated what her family used to be, hated how they accrued their wealth which with Sable’s aid she could now retrieve. Half of the money they recovered would be anonymously donated to the Rebellion upon her passing and the rest left alone, rarely used apart from essential needs. Alanna would gift Sable new perspectives on things including a deep hatred of the Empire but most importantly she would free him from servitude to her family. With no more members of the Blasaw family to serve Sable would take up Bounty Hunting and prove extremely good at it, his more delicate touch in his new body allowing him to kill his targets without causing a scene most of the time. In 5BBY Sable would be contacted by someone only identifying as ‘The Mariner’ who had use of his abilities in her crew and while any money he would get was ultimately inconsequential the ability to explore would aid him in his search for a new HK-50 body so he couldn’t say yes to the offer quick enough.

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Sable

The Relic

| {Full Name} |

Sable

| {Age} |

2386

| {Species} |

Droid

| {Gender} |

N/A but uses male pronouns

| {Force Sensitive/Alignment} |

Yes/ Chaotic Neutral

| Role on Ship |

Security

| {Appearance} |

Much to his disgust Sable currently resides within the body of BX series Commando Droid. The somewhat imposing 6”2’ frame while taller than his old HK body is nowhere near as efficient or effective.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

• E-5 Blaster Rifle
• Vibrosword
• Commando Droid personal shield
• E-5s Sniper Rifle
• Slicing tool built into right arm
• ZX miniature flame projector built into left arm
• Magnetic feet
• Features in head: Multispectral vision, face scanner and his eyes can act as a holoprojector
• Droid Poppers
• Replacement body parts

| {Physical Abilities} |

• Unbreathing: Due to the rather obvious fact that Sable doesn’t need oxygen to survive, he is often the first to volunteer to enter hazardous environments and to do anything involving space walking.
• Expert Hacker: Since transferring to his new body Sable has lost a lot of the combat abilities he used to posses. However, he has gained abilities that have proven just as useful, one he has come to rely on more than other has been his new hacking ability. A genius upgrade by Alanna after the rest of her crew struggled to even identify a Slicing Tool, to say that there are few doors or computers that Sable can’t open would be putting it mildly.
• Electromagnetic hardening: Experience taught Sable’s owners that protection against EMP devices is almost essential given the work he would do for them and just because he has a new body doesn’t mean that lesson should be forgotten.
• The bounty board: To coincide with his in-built face scanner Sable also possesses a live link to the galactic bounty board allowing him to profit on any random bounties he comes across, or if he feels like it he could point out to his allies that there are other bounties around that they could cash in on.
• Voice changer: An ability that was inherent to the body he was placed in Sable immediately knew he could improve upon it to do more than just Clone troopers. After much tinkering with the aid of his master Sable is able to scan peoples voices and replicate them perfectly almost instantly.
• The ultimate failsafe: The Blasaw family were not idiots, they didn’t accrue their wealth by not investing in asset protection. As such every processor unit that Sable has, be they active or dormant spares is equipped with a failsafe that activates when someone tries to access it without the Blasaw family signature, the ensuing explosion while not large is sufficient enough to remove the intruder from the vicinity.

| {Force Abilities} |

He can try and make the Force Choke hand at you but I doubt it’d do much.

| {Limitations} |

• Amoral programming: Being a droid he knows little of right from wrong Sable would just as soon gun someone down as help them, though he has improved since his last master installed programming that gave him basic morality, he still prioritises logical solutions than those that “feel right”.
• A droid with no master: Five years have passed since the last of the Blasaw family passed and with no heirs to serve, his masters last wish was he be set free from his servitude to her bloodline but being a droid with no master has had its challenges often in the form of prejudice from other bounty hunters.

| {Personality} |

A polite individual as long as you don’t piss him off, Sable often follows a policy of not speaking unless spoken to a policy which has served him well for the last five years.
When the Blasaw family originally purchased him, Sable had almost no personality whatsoever he was simply a “yes master” killing machine however, the family found this to be boring for their personal guard droid and spent a not so insignificant amount of money on personality matrix upgrades for him. Combining the best parts of a polite servant droid, a knowledgeable protocol droid and his original HK programming to create the droid that wanders the streets today.
Never one to speak out of tone unless joining in on the teasing of others, Sable knows his place in the universe he understands that even after being given freedom his role is to serve, some are not as appreciative of his service as others but this rarely phases him if he has a job to do he can be relied upon to do it.

Though to say that Sable will only respond with pleasantries would be a horrific understatement, Alanna, the last of the Blasaw family bloodline, who Sable spent ten years travelling with made certain adjustments to the matrix on their travels. Gifting Sable with a full range of vocal communication forms in all manner of languages, though sarcasm has quickly become his favourite.

| {Place of Origin} |

Built on Telos IV sometime after the Revan disappeared. Though he has no memory of his actions before being purchased by the Blasaw family.

| {Background} |

To know Sable’s story is to know the story of one of the most powerful crime families in the Outer Rim. The Blasaw family, they ruled a criminal Empire for over 2000 years; controlling the spice trade, slave trade and every other type of trade conceivable. Their rule was not without challenge however, Hutt cartels and other criminal organisations were always trying to muscle their way onto Blasaw turf. When looking for personal protection one should never tighten their purse strings, this was the policy that Bretre Blasaw followed when looking for a bodyguard. Enter Sable, one of the finest killing machines ever built, people talk, they can be bought out, or tortured. Droids cannot, with the proper upgrades, software and hardware a droid will keep all your dirty little secrets.

Originally just a tool for the Blasaw family Sable performed a number of tasks for them, from personal guard, enforcer and when the family really wanted to make someone suffer, he became their torturer. But Bretre always thought Sable was a little bland, at first he didn’t even have a name and was simply referred to as “HK” or “Droid”. It was Bretre’s youngest daughter Alemelo who gave Sable his name after finding a serial number on his right leg and thinking that the numbers 54813 were letters began calling him Sable, the name took a while to stick but after Bretre installed the upgraded personality matrix into him an actual name seemed more fitting.

However, the good life the Blasaw family had was not to last forever. The unwillingness for officials to be bought and for certain senators to take bribes would see their empire decline as the centuries went on. Their world and his finally came crashing down when a once loyal contact, someone the family had trusted for over 30 years sold their weaknesses and still exposed lose ends to the Hutts. It wasn’t quick and it wasn’t pretty, across the Outer Rim bloody fighting erupted between hired mercenary groups. As the Hutts exploited weaknesses and sold their newly acquired information to law officials the empire that had stood for over a millennium fell apart at the seams and the family went into hiding, changing names and even some faces. Once in hiding Sable was shut down and placed into storage, less anyone question why a family of ‘farmers’ on Saleucami has a HK-50 droid as a farmhand. It wouldn’t be until the war finally made its way to them that Sable would be reactivated, dealing with the droids that found their way to the farm wasn’t a problem at all, if anything Sable saw it as a mercy since they were so dumb. However, the fighting on the farm would also cost Sable his body, a wrist rocket that he didn’t watch out for punched a hole through his torso and rendered him useless and after retrieving his processor the remaining Blasaw family members once again found themselves looking for a new home.

In 18BBY Sable would once again be reactivated but he would never be himself again. Finding himself in a strange body and surrounded by strange people Sable tried to activate his failsafe, which Alanna would shut down. In his own way he was ecstatic that Alanna was still alive, the little girl he fell fighting to protect on Saleucami was probably his favourite of the Blasaw family in his 2000+ years of service. Though he would have to be hidden for the next year until the Clone Wars ended, Alanna and the mercenary crew she ran with would find much use for a droid with over 2000 years of experience and a body count that would put an evil Sith Lord to shame.

It would be fair to say that Alanna holds a special place in Sable’s memory banks, he’s put at least two people in the ground for talking ill of her. The last of her family through no fault of her own she hated what her family used to be, hated how they accrued their wealth which with Sable’s aid she could now retrieve. Half of the money they recovered would be anonymously donated to the Rebellion upon her passing and the rest left alone, rarely used apart from essential needs. Alanna would gift Sable new perspectives on things including a deep hatred of the Empire but most importantly she would free him from servitude to her family. With no more members of the Blasaw family to serve Sable would take up Bounty Hunting and prove extremely good at it, his more delicate touch in his new body allowing him to kill his targets without causing a scene most of the time. In 5BBY Sable would be contacted by someone only identifying as ‘The Mariner’ who had use of his slicing abilities in her crew and while any money he would get was ultimately inconsequential the ability to explore would aid him in his search for a new HK-50 body so he couldn’t say yes to the offer quick enough.

Fallout: Into the Storm

Monika gave a half smile at Emil' words, though his words were strained they seemed... genuine like he understood at least in part where she was coming from. Monika knew that dry chuckle all too well, an attempt to lighten the tone of something that brought out the darkest memories one could have. it was clear that these words didn't come easily to him so she thought about putting a comforting hand on Emil's shoulder but hesitated, giving comfort to others was not something she was used to and with how she would react if someone she barely knew did that, she felt it best that she kept her hand down.

Monika chose her next words carefully. She knew Emil was right her family was everything to her now, they were her reason to get up in the morning, her reason to keep going even through her darker moments and they were the reason she was there in Necropolis. Her life had changed so much in two years; she'd gone from a scared and alone woman who was afraid to put faith in anyone for fear of losing everything again, to someone who was far more confident and friendly with those around her, someone who'd come out of her shell so much that she was almost unrecognisable to those who met her two years prior but no matter what she couldn't shake the past no matter how hard she tried. She gave a deep sigh and nodded her head to Emil's words "You're right Emil I shouldn't let it poison them, but whether they like it or not they're intertwined with it now as much as I am. Unfortunately for my son, my past is his past no matter how much I wish it wasn't. There's simply no escaping the reality of who his father was and that's the unavoidable truth."

"And as for my husband." she says bringing her wedding ring up to her mouth and kissing it before giving a little smile. "Whether he quite imagined just how deep my demons lurk, he was tainted with them the moment he fell for me, the fool." she said with a slight dry chuckle. Throughout her little talk with Emil, she noticed the larger BoS member shift positions to watch her and Servius. Obviously, he caught a glimpse of her bumping shoulders with him and for good reason doesn't want anyone starting a fight in his home. Monika had no intention of starting anything with Servius, she planned to make it out of this hell hole alive if possible. Although she wouldn't admit it deep down she wanted to talk to him, he was the only one in those five years who showed her anything in the way of compassion; the friendly smiles, the thank yous, the not treating her like the dirt beneath his feet. Whether it be her own morbid curiosity as to what's happened to the Legion since she fled or just to talk to someone she knew and doesn't want to kill immediately.

Emil was probably the first stranger who understood to an extent what she'd been through, it was a nice change if she was honest with herself. She probably wouldn't open up about anything, but she guessed he would understand not to pry too deep if she ever said anything else to him. She got up from the floor and turned to Emil. "You want any food or maybe just some booze?" she said with a small smile.

Fallout: Into the Storm

"Hmpf, Woman of the Marchlands. That's a new one. But at least he knows who I am." Monika thought to her herself as she sat against the wall giving a half smile. But behind that half smile, there was something much worse, a sense of fear. One she hadn't felt in a long time, seeing Legion armour coming out of the hazmat suit had been a horrifying thing to watch, like a Deathclaw clawing its way out of a dark alleyway towards her, only she'd have preferred the Deathclaw. Ever since she had heard his voice her mind had been running rampant with memories long suppressed, but the one that kept coming to the forefront of her mind was the one she remembered him for most.

**

A cool summer breeze rolled its way through the camp. Monika stood in the middle of the command tent staring at the floor with a now all too familiar thousand yard stare. Her focus only coming back when she noticed Lucius Had left the room. "I suggest you do it properly next time, now get back to work." He said in a disgruntled tone from behind the tent flap. A weak and feeble "Ita." was about all Monika could muster. As she wiped the blood from her nose she heard one of the Legionaries address Lucius as he entered the tent.
"Ave, Centurion"
"Salve, miles. Speak."
"I wish to report a disruption within the Castrum, Centurion. One of Sedonus' Decani has been using their authority to deprive those fit Legionarii of their access to the slave women."
"Decanus Servius?"
"Sic, Centurion, it is he. The interferences of this Decanus, that run contrary to your own instruction, have become a significant disruption to the Legionaries of the Century and I thought it best that this be brought to your immediate attention, that the matter be resolved according to your will."
"Gratias Tibi, you were right to bring this to me, he's been a thorn in my side. I shall see to the matter immediately."

And with that, she heard the tent flap open and the heavy Centurion boots stride off down the hill from the tent. As she stood there she couldn't help but crack a small smile at the fact that a Legionary had stopped a slave from being attacked. She had always thought that the one called Servius was different than the rest. When she first met him he seemed friendlier than the others, he even smiled and said thank you to her, which was certainly something new. Though she stayed away as a friendly smile could have hidden something much more sinister. He was the first to decline Lucius' offer of her company for the night and now he'd stopped a slave from being attacked. Her smile was quickly wiped from her face however as when she left the room Vipsanius was still standing there in the entrance way to the tent. She was never sure whether to be "thankful" or not for Lucius being around as he made it abundantly clear many times that he was all that stopped any Legionary in the camp from... trying her out, especially the younger recruits like Vipsanius. She put her head down as she left the tent, doing her best to avoid his gaze but she could feel him watching her the whole way, his eyes never wavering.

The walk from the tent wasn't a long one, but it was long enough for her to watch Lucius tear into Servius. At a glance, it looked like Lucius stood nearly a full foot taller and weighed nearly twice as much as Servius did. She couldn't hear everything that was said, especially when Servius spoke. But when Lucius vented his frustration at him, she and everyone else in the camp heard every word and she most certainly wouldn't want Marius to learn any of them. The argument didn't last long as when Lucius pointed off towards the camp entrance and Servius' face changed to one of shock she guessed Lucius had threatened to put him on a cross. Wouldn't have been the first time Lucius used a cross to threaten those who got on his bad side.

She didn't want to think about what actually happened to him since he never was put on a cross, but she'd seen and experienced some of the other forms of punishment the Legion would dish out, but it still didn't earn him any sympathy points. Whatever happened, Servius certainly kept his head down whenever he was at the camp from then on.

**

Her attention was suddenly garnered when she finally noticed that Emil was standing next to her. "Huh... yeah sorry, a helluva day is one way to describe it." His next question threw her somewhat, she had hoped but never expected anyone from a group of strangers to be tactful with any questions about herself, she had imagined them being a lot blunter than the way Emil was. She certainly didn't like talking about anything beyond four or five years ago, it just hurt too much. But after what she did just and back in the tunnel, more questions were bound to come, and if they thought she was hiding something who knows what might happen. So getting herself in the mood for the sort of things she was going to have to say was probably better than putting on a fake smile and keeping it all in.

She let out a sigh "Honestly Emil, I've been better. I don't want to talk about it much so I'll give you it in brief. Some demons, or rather a demon from years ago has reared its ugly head, and to say I ain't impressed would be an understatement."

Fallout: Into the Storm

To describe the tone of the conversation between the two Paladins as uneasy would have been the biggest understatement of the century, the two clearly had some sort of history and from what Monika could hear, it wasn't exactly one filled with joy and friendship. And here she thought the Brotherhood all got along like one big happy family. The group she had encountered at the university seems to have such cohesion, they knew each other's actions before they even made them. But maybe that was the exception rather than the rule she thought to herself.

She followed closely behind Servius all the way to the bank, honestly, she was surprised he hadn't asked her to back off a little but maybe he didn't suspect that she had it in for him. He'd be a fool if he didn't, every time he opened his mouth her body language changed for the worse, she might have kept her mouth shut, but her hands and the subtle movements did all the talking for her. The walk to the bank that had been fortified by the Brotherhood soldiers. The hum of machinery filled the room as she took off her helmet and proceeded to unzip her radiation suit. She let out a sigh of relief as she released her hair from its tie and proceeded to check the patchwork tape on her suit to make sure it was still covering the hole. She had tried her best to keep that incident out of her head, but she knew someone was bound to ask. The only thing she wondered about was whether whoever asked would be tactful with their question or not.

Then she saw him, she was sure now. The skirt, the armour even without its markings. It was him, she had no bad memories of him specifically, their interactions were usually brief and he would be one of the few who actually said thank you as she would serve food or drink whenever his unit would visit the camp. And even though he seemed to be a real diamond in the rough when it came to the Legion even once witnessing him stop a legionary from attacking another slave girl, he was still guilty by association in her mind, there was very little a Legionary could ever do to warrant continued living while she was around. She suffered for five years at the hands of some of the most depraved animals imaginable, and she'd be dammed if she was gonna let a single one of them go without paying for the horrific things that happened to her.

She had never actually seen a decontamination machine before let alone used one, never really had to use one anyway. Herself and everyone around her was already radiated, it was just part of being born in the wasteland. But She thought the Paladin was right, better to limit the radiation. Stepping out and picking her gear back up she moved into the main sleeping area, there was a multitude of bunk beds three of were clearly still lived in but four of them were eerily quiet. made properly and cleanly maintained, but with a fine layer of dust resting on the blanket. A sad sight to be sure, these men looked like they'd seen things that would make her demons cower in fear and to go through it with fewer and fewer allies as the days went on surely weighed heavily on the minds of the team. She watched as Servius and... John, she was sure she heard the name John back at the subway station, looked at the holotags hanging from the bunks. Feeling curious herself she too went to investigate, even pay some form of respect, She moved along inspecting the tags. Alexandria, Thomas, Ruben, Girard Nothing caught her eye at first until she looked closer at Thomas's tag, she'd seen the last name somewhere before but couldn't remember, then it hit her. She reached into her shirt pocket and lifted out the Brotherhood holotags, keeping them close to her person so no one else specifically the Brotherhood soldiers could see what she had. She flipped the Paladin tag over, nothing. She flipped the knight tag over and there it was, same last name. Possibly a relative, if she remembered rightly the knight was a male at least his cries of pain sounded male, a brother, son or even father possibly. or maybe no relation whatsoever, she didn't know. Putting the Paladin tag back in her shirt pocket she hung the knight tag on the hook same hook that Thomas's was on, she felt it was a fitting gesture. She had no need for the tags really, she just kept them as a reminder that the Brotherhood weren't the saviours they claimed to be. But the knight at least deserved to be put to rest and remembered by his comrades in a fitting way.

As she turned to walk away she noticed that Servius was standing facing the rest of the group, she knew she couldn't off him yet especially not here. But she could at least let him know he wasn't in her good books, to say the least. She picked her gear back up and walked past him, quite forcefully bumping into him with her shoulder and giving him quite a deathly glare. If looks could have killed his brains would have plastered the wall behind him. before putting her gear down against the wall and unrolling her bedroll to sit down on. She went to light up a cigarette but just as she had her lighter to the end of it she noticed what looked like a distillery in the corner and decided it was probably best if she didn't light up in there. Mildly annoyed she leant back against the wall and awaited a possible reaction from the Legionary or someone else to pick her brains about her mental stability.