Athol

Circus of the Supernatural

@Majoras End Would a non-human be allowed? (was thinking a 'risen' demon)

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

Gerad

Not finding anything else of particular interest in the market, Gerad headed back to the ship and promptly disappeared into the ship’s machine shop to begin installing his new toy.

Absorbed as he was in his work, he barely paid any attention to what was going on around him, save when a harried looking Maklata tried to enter the machine shop. It hadn’t noticed him as it rushed in, and unfortunately, it jostled Gerad just as he was doing some fine tuning. He sent the little rat-like sapient running with a string on invectives that by all rights should have melted the decking.
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Now he ‘sat’ in the briefing room as Silas and their newest hire, Ducaelia, covered the mission brief. Hmmm, ‘nother Vandrell; He thought, not for the first time. Meyb’ THIS one’ll let me take a peek at th’ tech…meyb’ ask after.

He’d only been partially listening to the brief, but when some of the words finally clicked, he let out a low whistle. ” ‘Pocalypse you say? Seen a bit on ‘em just ‘fore I mustered outta th’ Milita.” He smiled a bit before rumbling with a small chuckle. ”Never got stompy wit’ ‘em m’self but I know they was pok’n ‘bout some o’ da solo systems to the Great Tribes ‘south’…last I heard Mr. Death there got his fingers burned ‘bout a year after I got out.”

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

@ShiningSector Well I'm still game. We can just have Gaz wander off to find a more 'confrontational' ship to crew with...

Star Wars: Western Frontier

Despite her casual remark, Ceva was actually kind of worried. The Imps usually stuck to their outpost on the other side of the city; other than the occasional ‘bike patrol around the outskirts, they mostly kept to themselves, but with the landing in Haven she figured things would be changing.

Dropping back into her seat, she finished her drink and got back onto the ‘net. Carefully, she made her way into the ‘deeper’ recesses of the local ‘net; buried in there she’d found a message board dedicated to ‘Resisting the foul scourge of the Empire’. They were all talk, but they did do a fair job of keeping track of Imp movements, so they were at least useful. Now there were posts, with images that showed several shuttles, both light and heavy lift, landing at the Imp base.

Disconnecting, Ceva pocketed her key and quietly exited the cantina out of a back door. She was fairly sure the Imps were aware of the message board she’d been watching, and as such she’d made her own plans to keep herself safe; that said, she figured it would be best to relocate.
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Back at her own apartment, she gathered up all her identification; a splendidly false collection that identified her as one ‘Riv Hayoa’, droid tech, down on her luck ex-spacer and all around general nobody. Clothes, credits and a few other essentials went into a bag, while the ID went into a ‘flash tube’, a locking plasteel tube with a thermal charge inside that would destroy the contents.

With her bed/sit apartment cleared, she tossed the place to make it look like it’d been robbed, before leaving the building. Moving at a brisk pace, she dropped her door card into the tube, locked it, and set it to flash on a ten minute timer. Making a fairly direct route, via side streets and alleys, to Woln’s shuttle port, she tossed the tossed the tube into a passing dumpster.

Arriving at the port she bought a ticket for the next outbound flight to Haven using another totally genuine, but utterly fictitious ID of one ‘Pasca Iik’; a newer member of the Bounty Hunter’s Guild with a valid B23-1-14 permit to boot. Shea was worried that the bucketheads might halt flights out as they began to move on Woln, but as the shuttle lifted off that didn’t seem to be the case. As it banked away from the city, Ceva settled into her seat for a nap.

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

Gerad

Gerad had spent the rest of his time either working on his gear, or just tinkering in the Legion’s End machine shop. One of his ongoing projects was an ignition catalyzer for the main engine; he was certain he could boost the efficiency over the old ones the ship was using, but Sven had barred him from doing anything to the ship without his approval, going to far as to set up monitor programs to make sure of that, while at the same time ignoring Gerad anytime he tried to push the issue…and all because one time, not long after joining, he blew a main power relay and left them all adrift for a few hours…the panel should have been marked more clearly.
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After touch down, Silas gave them the rundown and timeline for their pit-stop on Noctus IV. ”Ta Boss,” Gerad replied as Silas transferred the promised credits to everyone. ”Be back in riky-tik time.” Once again in his armour he set off into the city, using a map download as a guide. While he generally had little use for ‘Free Ports’ like this, he did appreciate the lack of Customs while on a time crunch; most non-Garundin ‘civilized’ planets were a bit hesitant about letting someone as armed and armoured walk about.

As it was, he merely stumped away from the dock to an auto-cab and got in, setting the map for one of the larger arms bazaars. A few minutes later the dilapidated, but serviceable, speeder set down near the bazaar. Vendors were selling everything from easily concealable hold-out guns to shipboard main batteries…though from what Gerad was seeing on his armour’s sensors, some of those weapons were just barely stable piles of scrap.

Winding his way past vendors of all sorts, he made his way to his destination, an old cargo shuttle near the back, which had long ago been parted out of all its flight worthy components. Over the main cargo door was a sign, that in several common languages, simply said ‘Weapons’. Stepping through the hatch way, the crowded space inside had a few display pieces, but very little floor space as the counter was right close to the hatch.

The proprietor was another garundin, though wearing a slightly older model of Militia armour. “Oi Militia, what ya need?” They called out as they saw Gerad. ”Oi Shoppie.” He said in greeting. Crossing the tiny space, they reached out to one another and each grasped the other’s Main hands before touching their helmets together. ”Gerad, ‘lancer now, no been Militia since th’ Trylin Failure.” There was an old hurt there, but it was a familiar pain that Gerad knew how to bear. “Tevan,” The shop owner replied, a whisper of pheromones through his armour filters said ‘female’. “Ancestors keep you.”

”Preciate, Tevan.” He replied, greeting and sympathies exchanged, Gerad got to business. ” ‘eard ye were th’ bes’ shoppie on dis rock fer true kit.” Tevan smiled, her teeth bared in amusement. “Truth dat is, wat ye be lookin’ fer, ‘lancer-boy.”

”Ionize fer my PRP ‘sall I really need. 100 rems should be tik.” He replied. “Youngblood easy dat is,” Tevan said, tapping a few keys on a stand-alone console. “Tell ye wat, 2500 for th’ ionize, an’ I’ll toss this in.” Ducking below the counter for a moment, she came back up with a complete lensing array from a Militia VLA. “My 602 is all spic, an’ I wouldn’ trus’ this lotta cloud-lookers with tech this shiny… ‘side you been th’ firs’ o’ th’ People in me shop in cycles.”

Gerad stared at the array. At first he’d been all set to haggle Tevan down a bit, 2500 was a bit steep for 100 rems of ionizing medium, but the array…unless he was way off, it was much newer than what he had. That said, he was a tad jealous that Tevan had a 602 series VLA; in the Militia the 602s had a near-legendary reputation for power and reliability, and any good Militia Trooper was more than willing to trade some the newer models versatility for a 602. Needless to say those that did get one hung onto it for dear life.

”Dat, Shoppie Tevan, is a might fine offer,” He said after a moment. ”An’ I’d be Ancestor’s Damned if I said nay.” Tevan rumbled in laughter and set to working up the order. After a farewell, Gerad stepped out of the old shuttle with a canister of ionize and a shiny new lensing array that he was really looking forward to playing with. Back out in the bazaar, he made his way around, just in case there was something else interesting there.

Star Wars: Western Frontier

@IAmKnight If you think you're a bit light on SW knowledge etc, I've found this to be a good source.
starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Main_Page

Star Wars: Western Frontier

Ceva sat in a quiet-ish corner of the Stan’s End cantina, using her scramble key to interface with the public terminal beside her. She had her interface plug attached to the key, and was then projecting the data to her ocular HUD, and using her haptics to interface. From a distance, she looked like she was merely seated against a wall and starting into space as she nursed an ale.

Her fingers flicked and slid as she used her haptics to interface with the ‘net. In the background, a few of the other patrons were watching some sort of sports feed on the cantina’s main holo; this however was interrupted, much to everyone’s annoyance, by the INN. Though the sound was down, Ceva had noticed the increased noise from the other customers and shut down her HUD to see what all the noise was about.

On the holo, a live (time delayed) feed from the Imp city showed a massive dome shaped craft touchdown and almost at once being launching fighters and deploying ground units; Ceva quickly lost interest. Going back to the ‘net, she kept poking about, mostly waiting to hear from a contacts she’d made within the Mandos.

When she’d first arrived on Maldra, Ceva had quickly set herself up as an info broker, dealing with small time outfits and low ranking players in the major organizations; it was steady, if not super well paying, work…and she rarely got shot at which was rather nice. Right now she was trying to track down and either confirm or deny a rumor. The rumor was that a small band of Mandos was on the verge of making a move against some clan rivals, and if it was true, she knew a few souls who might pay well for a ‘heads-up’ as it were.

Frustratingly, her contact had yet to respond, so now she was just killing time…

The general calm of the cantina was rudely shattered by a screaming howl that sounded like it threatened to lift the roof off of the building. Joining the others as the rushed into the street, she got outside just in time to see two Imp fighters banking away to the south, who were closely followed by another pair doing a low pass from the north. ”Don’t the Imps got better things to do than hassle a girl who’s just got up?” She muttered, heading back inside.

Tales of the Crimson Legion - Galaxy at War

So, is this still going?

Star Wars: Western Frontier

It was about mid-day when Ceva woke up, though ‘regained consciousness’ may have been a more appropriate term. Staring at the ceiling for a moment, she blinked a few times and wondered why things felt ‘off’…then she realized she wasn’t looking at the ceiling of her apartment.

Bit by bit her memory can back to her, piecing together what she’d done. She’d just finished brokering a small arms deal with some low level Crimson Dawn, and had just been paid, so she went out to celebrate. A few drinks led to some dancing, which led to some more drinks and some Slick; that led to her making out with a young Togrutan woman, which then led to the apartment Ceva had just woken up in.

Feeling the weight and warmth beside her, she was tempted to go back to sleep for a bit longer, but decided against it. Slowly extricating herself from the bed, Ceva padded around the room and got dressed. Once fully clothed, and taking a moment to check that she hadn’t lost any smaller items, she slipped into the hallway. Making her way outside, she took a small hit of Slick and lit a Cheroot, blowing a fragrant cloud of pink-ish smoke into the air and she stepped onto Woln’s streets.

Yawning, she rolled a shoulder to try and work out a knot, before looking about to get her bearings before taking off on foot. Should hit a terminal, see what’s up. She thought, heading in the direction of her favorite watering hole. First, breakfast and a drink.

Star Wars: Western Frontier

Ceva Esharo

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^{Not being raised Mirialan, her tattoos are merely a way for her to not stand out amongst her species}
Species:
Miralian
Age:
30

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Force Sensitive: Yes (Though she’s not aware of that fact)
Equipment:

Col’Mosi DD-89 Heavy Blaster Pistol

Weight
3 lbs
Length
15 inches
Range
150m/50m
^{Standard/Overcharge}
Capacity
100/10
^{Standard/Overcharge}
Sight
CX-121-D ‘Third Eye’ Cybernetic Interface sight.

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Based off of the renowned DL-44 and built during the Clone Wars, the DD-89 was intended to arm insurrectionists on the colony moon of Zoska, an occupied Republic world deep in CIS space. Capable of downing a B2 in one hit, the DD-89 also had an ‘overcharge’ mode that would allow the user to defeat a Droideka with a couple of solid hits at the cost of extremely high power consumption and significant wear on the blasters internals.

Unfortunately for the Zoska Liberation Front, the weapons only managed to reach significant production at the wars end. Imperial forces took control of Zoska soon after and confiscated all stockpiled arms, but not before at least a thousand DD-89s were sold off-world.
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Ceva acquired the DD-89, and the custom vibroblade, as partial payment for her role in the capture of a smuggler how had attempted to double-cross her then employer.

^{Usually on her left hip.}
Custom Vibroblade
^{According to those that know, it was apparently made from the grip of an old lightsaber; that said the original inner workings are long gone.}
Scramble Key
^{Custom built}

Cybernetics

Neural Processor Hub Implant
^{Integrated into the left lobe of her brain}
Ocular HUD Overlay
^{Both eyes}
Haptic Feed Back Mesh
^{Both hands}
High-Speed Data Port
^{Base of skull, with retractable interface plug}

Skills:

• Slicer – Despite a lack of formal education, Ceva has knack for playing with computers. Before circumstances required her to leave, she’d developed a quiet but well regarded reputation.
• Acrobat – Growing up on the streets of Nar’Shaddaa she quickly learned ways to evade those that were larger than her, and how to slip through tight places for her own needs.
• Gunslinger – A blaster is the only thing you can truly count on. Ceva learned this young and took it to heart. Between her own skill and her cybernetics, her blaster is almost an extension of herself in a firefight.

Abilities:
{Force Sensitive} – Though she is unaware of her connection to the Force, it none the less underscores much of her other skills and abilities. She’s always been a little bit quicker on the draw, a bit faster to notice things, stuff like that; just enough to give her an edge.
{Off Hand Targeting} – Thanks to her implants and the sight on her blaster, she doesn’t always need to be able to see her target to hit it. Very useful for firing from cover, or in poor visibility.

Weaknesses:

• Egotistical - Thanks to that edge her Force Sensitive nature give her, she has a tendency to see herself as superior to those around her
• Sociopath – Living neck deep in the violence and crime-riddled cesspit that is Nar’Shaddaa, she has little regard for those that aren’t her.
• Greedy – To be safe you must have power, to get power you need credits; words her lives by.
• Addict – She’s picked up a couple of bad habits over the years; but in reality it’s amazing she’s got so few.
  
  
  • Slick
  • Ambrian Cheroots

Motivation: To get enough credits to get off Maldra and truly start over…and if there’s time, kill Glordo.

History:
Ceva grew up amid the decaying spires of Nar’Shaddaa, and Nar’Shaddaa is the type of place where you either grow up mean, or you don’t grow up at all. Fortunately, for Ceva at least, she was both mean and smart, so despite finding herself on her own as a child she managed to carve a living for herself out of the rubble.

From roaming with the near feral packs of orphans, urchins and other strays, she quickly found herself moving ‘up’ the criminal hierarchy of the city-moon, either as more powerful ‘bosses’ noticed her…or as she removed competition so they would.
Though she lacked any formal education a succession of bosses realized she was too sharp to be left as an illiterate hooligan, and so over the years, that defect was rectified. Though unaware of her Force Sensitive nature, it still underpinned her natural talents and made her a quick study in most anything she learned.

By her nineteenth birthday she was working for a mid-level Hutt named Rerdogis as an up and coming Lieutenant in his cartel. She ran several small but profitable smuggling operations for Rerdogis across the Outer Rim, offering her services to anyone how interested, as long as Rerdogis got his cut of the action.

That lasted for all of about eight years, before the operations, and the credits she’d personally built up from her own cut of things, all vanished during a bout of instability. During the confusion a rival of Rerdogis’ ambushed the Hutt while he was on his way to a meeting with several of his allies.

With Rerdogis dead, his rival Glordo the Hutt, began cleaning house and Ceva had to run with little more than what she had on her person. Taking passage on a freighter whose captain owed he a favour, she bounced around a bit before winding up on Maldra, once again almost completely broke. So far life on the backwater world has been rather uneventful…aside from being accosted on two separate occasions by a spiced out Twi’lek trying to serve her alimony papers of all things; she’s only been married once and that was under a fake ID…and her ‘husband’ is long dead, of that she is most certain.