Brioko Jobe

[6 ATC 3] Cartel Wars

_OoC

How long do you usually write?
• One paragraph or less
• One to two paragraphs
• Several paragraphs
It really depends on my mood and the material. I can ramble or be very brief.
Do you enjoy writing collaborative posts for things like conversations, combat, etc.?
Prefer to actually.
Is grammar and depth of writing important to you?
No the feeling of the writing is more important.
Are there any writing subjects you particularly enjoy exploring?
The seedier underworld side of things.
Is there anything you really dislike and want to avoid like the plague?
Disrespectful writing partners that take control of your character without consent.
Is there something you are uncomfortable with happening to your character?
Don’t take my ship…
Do you have any short-term or long-term goals with this character?
Form my own criminal underground and establish Quoin as a household name.

Couriers Holonet Ad

Name: Telban Quoin
Species: Human
Homeworld: Coruscant
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Specialisation: Shipwright
Current area of operation: Core

Couriers Holonet Metadata Summary

_{Short description of looks & style.}

Quoin

Reddish Brown hair, light green eyes average athletic build, 6’ 2” (1.88 m). Usually seen in overalls with a tool harness and simple holdout blaster; although he keeps nicer clothes for deals.

_{Simplified report on known skills and estimated levels.}

• Salvage Intermediate Trained Talent
• Shipwright Advanced Well Trained Talent
• Awareness (Social/Perceptive) Intermediate Trained Talent
• Hacking Intermediate
• Piloting Intermediate
• Negotiation Intermediate
• Blaster Novice
• Deception Intermediate
• Persuasion Intermediate
• Binary Advanced
• Droid Repair Novice
• Survival Intermediate.

_{Quick report on favored employers, associates, contacts and rivals.}

• SuuroobSuub Shipyards Superior Rur Fast (Sullustian male) – Was really the only one that I hung around with outside of work. I haven’t gone back there or contacted him directly for his and my own safety. But I do check in to see if the old man is still kicking and he somehow found a way to let me know when there was good salvage around.
• Renar Tiks (Duros male) – Coworker about 4 years younger than myself. He was always trying to one up me and out do my work. Poor bastard can’t keep up and that really burned him.
• Nerrotz Brill (Sullustian male) – Took a droid that I couldn’t repair to him once ‘cause he used to work at the yards. Old timer retired away from the yards on Alderaan. Geezer drove a hard bargain but fixed up the droid. Was worth every penny the old timer could squeeze out of me though.
• Frank (Schizo Droid) – Wouldn’t trade Frank for the world although I probably should. FRK2 has been with me since the beginning. He was a very reliable Mechanics Droid, until another Droid (saboteur type I think) tried to reprogram him to start do something probably heinous in nature. Old FRK2 grabbed a live power coupling and fried the both of them with the data spike still attached. I got Brill to fix him but he hasn’t been the same since. One time he said he tuned the hyper drive and when I went to jump it nearly shorted out the whole ship.
• Bryn Quoin – Pa he works as a mechanic on the taxi speeders and is pretty good at keeping me up to date on the who’s who on Coruscant when I swing by. Learned at the old man’s knee how to love to take things apart and put them back together again.

_{How freely can the courier move in the galaxy? Are there or have there been any outstanding bounties?}

I move through the galaxy fairly easily in The Offal Esprit since I don’t have any outstanding bounties and I have yet to be caught on the wrong side of the law.

_{Psychological evaluation of Courier.}

Evaluation from data recordings for Sullust Shipyards Employees: Supervisor Rur Fast
Quoin is a hard worker and generally a nice guy, for a human. Some people see him as being a bit too full of himself and he comes off as a braggart. He was a bit of a loner when he first started work here. He’s warmed up since then. For all that the man has a way with machines that you rarely see outside a Sullustian; can’t fault the guy for his species. He’s bright and funny, once you get past the dry directness of it. A bit on the selfish side but who isn’t? He’s willing to work and will take any job thrown at him.

_{List and description of known and suspected flaws. To be put into restricted database.}

• Manipulative – Until I get my money if this ship goes south you’re sinking. Once I get the money, we’re good I don’t know who you are.
• Self-centered – If it’s me or someone else that has to take the blaster to the face; it’s the other guy.
• Braggart – I’ve yet to meet a better shipwright.
• Opportunist – I’ll take any job as long as there’s money involved.

_{Major achievements and failures on record.}

Achievements

• 3676 BBY/23 BTC – When I was 7 years old Dad gave me FRK2 a mechanical droid and had me start helping him fixing Air-speeders for his taxi business on Coruscant.
• 3665 BBY / 12 BTC – While on a salvage run for Soorosuub Industries ship was hit by pirates. I survived but barely made it to Sullust.
• 3655 BBY/2 BTC Well my contract is up and the Esprit is mine.

Failures

• 3652 BBY /1 ATC – Frank entered some wonky coordinates and we wound up off the lanes. Didn’t know at the time but it would be our lucky day. You see I finally heard from Dad; his business got hit pretty hard when Coruscant got sacked and no one either wanted to or would pay for broken air-taxis.
• 3647 BBY / 6 ATC- As of right now my improvements on drive capacity and maneuverability have been thus ignored.

Interview

_{Personal biography, as detailed by the subject for future record. Acquired shortly after last achievement of note.}

/
3683 BBY / 30 BTC – Born to Bryn and Allana Quoin.
3676 BBY/23 BTC – When I was 7 years old Dad gave me FRK2 a mechanical droid and had me start helping him fixing Air-speeders for his taxi business on Coruscant.
3668 BBY/ 15 BTC – One of my buddies got a SooroSuub Salvage Hauler and needed a crew so I joined up just to get off Coruscant. We had a short lived but decent run.
3665 BBY / 12 BTC – While on a salvage run for Soorosuub Industries ship was hit by pirates. I survived but barely made it to Sullust. My friends weren’t so lucky. Managed to work a deal where I could get the ship fixed but had to sign a 10 year work contract in the SooroSuub shipyards. At least Frk2 survived. Was not looking to make friends but Nerrotz Brill kept FKR2 going and Rur Fast turned out to be an alright guy. One time he sat me down and explained that yes my ideas for improvements would work but that the cost kept it off the market. Maybe if I had landed on Corellia. Uggh 10 years in a heavy enviro-suit.
3655 BBY/2 BTC Well my contract is up and the Esprit is mine. Time to break Orbit and start home. Uhmmm……wait what are those ships coming out of hyperspace…K2 gave me coordinates and get us out of here looks like the wars come to Sullust. (Battle of Sullust) So I hung around flying in and out of now Sith space looking for any unfortunate ships I could claim salvage on. K2 got hurt bad and I had to find Nerrotz on Alderron where he retired. Damn droid insists on being called Frank now but I don’t mind.
3652 BBY /1 ATC – Frank entered some wonky coordinates and we wound up off the lanes. Didn’t know at the time but it would be our lucky day. You see I finally heard from Dad; his business got hit pretty hard when Coruscant got sacked and no one either wanted to or would pay for broken air-taxis. Anyway, I found a Heavy Hauler with half a payload of Air-speeders and nobody home so I hooked up the cage and hauled the whole thing to Coruscant. Dad was back in business and I was out of fuel. I stayed on to help my Dad get started again and to pay docking fees and gas.
3647 BBY / 6 ATC- Current day. I have a full tank all I need now is a reason to leave Coruscant again.

[6 ATC 3] Cartel Wars

@fallenreaper Quoin is interested.

[Resubmitted - Pending] Jedi Padawan Bryn Dok

Jedi

Jedi Temple Public Records

Jedi Temple Public Records

Name:Bryn Dok
Species: Human
Age: 22
Gender: male
Rank: Padawan
Master: Master Gaul Toben DECEASED; Cora Alcyon CURRENT

Jedi Temple Internal Records

Jedi Temple Internal Records

_{Detailed appearance. Imagery insufficient.}

Bryn is a wiry human male of 5 feet 9 inches height. His deep rich chocolate with flecks of amber eyes project a haunted hunted look. His dark hair is normally pulled back in a low ponytail that ends just below his shoulders. His Jedi robes long gone rather he sticks to neutral colors. His olive complexion is unscarred which is a feat being in the service of a Hutt.

Force

_{Report on natural ability with the Force, as well as all known Force Techniques and the skill levels. (Please note all skills are the result of 2 years intense training with a Master Jedi and 10 years independent study)
• Mind Trick : Talent Intermediate
• Force Illusion : Talent Intermediate
• Telekinesis : Talent Intermediate
• Telepathic Defense : Trained Basic
• Telekinetic Defense : Trained Basic
• Force Sense : Trained Basic
• Tutaminus : Trained Basic
• Force Stasis : Trained Basic
• Force Throw : Trained Basic}

Skills

_{Report on known skills and combat experience, training and lightsaber training.
• Survival Skills (Jedi Training) : Trained Basic
• Basic Medical Skills: Trained Basic
• Shii-Cho (Form I) : Trained Basic
• Niman (Form VI) : Trained Intermediate
• Basic Piloting (Speeders/Starships) : Trained Novice
• Basic Navigation : Trained Basic
• Jedi Code
• History of Republic : Trained Novice
• Meditation : Trained Basic
• Control : Trained Intermediate
• Alter : Trained Intermediate
• Sense : Trained Basic
• Negotiation : Trained Novice
• Deception : Trained Basic
• Tactics : Trained Basic}

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

Whooda Fuuk – Mid-level Hutt crime boss who purchased Bryn as a slave and used him to gain power. Billed Bryn as his pet Jedi.
Wentok – Gank agent working for Whooda. Bryn’s keeper and holder of the shock remote to Bryn’s suit.
Loyal to Whooda to a fault he loses a lot when Bryn gets away which is something he takes very personally.
The old man (slaver) – Force sensitive human. No one knows his real name. He captured Bryn for Whooda. Believed to be deceased.
Cora Alcyon – Almalthia’s character

_{Personality analysis of candidate.}

YOUR BIG FIVE SCORES
Your results
Openness to experience 50 out of 100
Agreeableness 42 out of 100
Conscientiousness 63 out of 100
Negative emotionality 63 out of 100
Extraversion 46 out of 100

OPENNESS TO EXPERIENCE
50 out of 100
Moderate openness to experience: Openness is all about intellectual engagement and exploration. People on the high end are curious, experimental and probably artsy-fartsy. People on the low end lean toward rigidity.

AGREEABLENESS
42 out of 100
Moderate agreeableness: Even though all the Big Five traits operate on a spectrum — with the people in the middle tending to experience a little of what both poles feel to the extreme — the population of people who count as “moderately agreeable” is particularly large. (It’s just that some of you may have a little less tendency toward empathy, compassion and trust of your fellow human beings than others.) You’re no goody-goody, but you’re also not what the professionals might refer to as “a selfish jerk.”

CONSCIENTIOUSNESS
63 out of 100
Moderate conscientiousness: The highly conscientious are detail-oriented goal-setters who dot their i’s, cross their t’s and keep detailed spreadsheets of all the times they did that. They tend to do well at work, be productive at home and lean toward being religious. People with low conscientiousness, on the other hand, are slovenly types who smoke and drink and tend to not finish the chores they said they’d get done. There are benefits and drawbacks to people on both ends of the spectrum, but if we had to choose a roommate, we’d pick you — someone in the middle.

NEGATIVE EMOTIONALITY
63 out of 100
Moderate negative emotionality: You don’t exactly have a propensity toward sadness, anger and anxiety. But you also aren’t exactly lacking those tendencies, either. All the Big Five traits operate on a spectrum — the people in the middle tend to experience a little of what both poles feel to the extreme. And that means you’re also likely getting a taste of the outcomes correlated with both those poles, too. People who score high on negative emotionality have rocky relationships — maybe you’ve had one relationship that brought that side out more than others. The low negative emotionality folks will cheerfully work the same job for decades with no burnout — maybe you take a little longer to reach burnout stage (even if you eventually do).

EXTROVERSION
46 out of 100
Moderate extroversion: In the Big Five, being an extrovert is all about engagement with the world. That includes your interest in socializing, of course, but it’s also tied to your energy levels and ability to feel excited about other people and society at large. Because people who score in the middle of a trait tend to experience a little of what those on either pole feel, you’re likely getting a taste of the benefits afforded to the higher extroverts — popularity, a general sense of well-being — while also experiencing some of the drawbacks of relative introversion.

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

• The Mask - Bryn unlike most Jedi has the capacity for a depth of emotion that is rarely seen in humans. His feelings of abandonment feed into him not believing he can ever be a knight. These feelings only magnify his faults in his eyes. He comes off as aloof and uncaring when that is far from what he really feels.
• Knives Edge - He constantly questions his motives and truly fears ever turning to the darkside. These questions haunt him with each action that he takes.
• Collared – Bryn is at present a pawn in a Hutt’s bid for power, a slave to the whims of the Underworld. Even Bryn doesn’t know how deep this flaw truly goes.
• Delusional - Bryn believes he has held himself up to Jedi standards. This is far from the truth. He believes he has some control over his situation. Also far from the truth. (the mission story presented below are how he has viewed his situation the truth of it shall be revealed in story.

_{Owned equipment of note.}

LightSaber Blue 12 inches length soft grip

Biographical Records

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

Bryn Dok Padawan

Academy Records (Coruscant):

Birth Aldraig BBY 3668

Sent to Academy Coruscant BBY 3665 Age 3

Jedi Initiate Age 8 BBY 3660

BBY 3658 Padawan to Master Gaul Toben Age 10 (Master Toben took him in despite incomplete training as it was discovered Bryn had a strong talent for Force Illusion an advanced form of Mind Trick. Instead of finishing his initiate training Master Toben chose to guide Bryn’s Training focusing primarily on Mind trick, Force Illusion, Telekinesis, and Stasis as they fit the missions Master Toben was training him for; which would generally be recovery of Jedi Agents from behind Sith lines. Also to this he trained him in Niman Saber Form as a way of defending himself.)

BBY 3656 Master Gaul is called back out to the field and takes Bryn with him. All contact lost Master Toben and Padawan Bryn Dok believed felled on Rishi…..No Further Entries of Note.

BBY 3656 “The Mission”

Master Gaul Toben, Master Jedi, was putting me through my paces with a Saber.
“Alright so you won’t cut your leg off although your defense could use some work.” he smiled then; I hated that it always meant he was going to try something new but that, in his mind, was all too necessary for my survival. “Now keep in mind your surroundings and use them to your advantage. Find anything or anyway to stop me.”

With that he lifted his Saber in his left hand and came at me from across the training room floor.
Keep in mind your surroundings, I thought , There is nothing here. Masters right ankle gave a slight twist out as his left elbow crossed his shoulder. He was going for a right side upwards slash. I brought my Saber down to parry as I stepped in bracing to throw my shoulder into his chest and roll off his left side; as my feet flew out from under me and I hit the ground hard.
“You let yourself get distracted and neglected to use ALL the weapons at your disposal.”

Before I could answer Sgt. Mehan came running in “Sorry to interrupt Sir, we have an agent calling for immediate extraction; no details except it’s on Rishi. We’ve been assigned, hopefully we will get more intel enroot.”

“Grab your gear and meet me at the ship.” with that Master Toben stormed out of the room. He was never one to waste time when we could easily discuss the lesson in flight. I picked myself up and scurried to where my gear was already packed. Master also wasn’t one to wait.

I got to the ship a few minutes before Master Toben; which was unusual but I knew better than to ask about that; so instead I asked “What was the purpose of today's lesson Master?”

“You aren’t fighting to your full potential. You need to think quickly and use the force as well. You will not know everything your opponent is going to do but even an initiate can trip you up if you are only concentrating on the blade. Do you feel ready? I know you are at least competent with the Saber and Forms but if you rely solely on that you won’t survive and I mean to teach you how to do just that.”

“But you only told me to mind my surroundings of which there were none. How was that a fair lesson?”

“That…..was the other half of the lesson. Now I have a lot to think about and so do you, we will talk more later.” With that the ship took off.

We didn’t talk much the rest of the jump. Master seemed preoccupied and distant…. worryingly so. I didn’t know what was bothering him and it didn’t feel right to ask.
We came out of Hyperspace and pushed the sublight engines hard to be in the atmosphere as quickly as possible. The retrieval beacon was already active and the signal strong but it was in a city with no close point to land. Everyone was geared up and double checking each other. Heavy clothes worn over armor just in case. Master Toben wanted to be in and out as fast as possible. He almost seemed nervous if you knew what to look for.

It was dark when we landed just outside the city. Master Toben looked at me “Do you think you can mask the ship?”

“I might but for how long, besides I am pretty sure you want me on my toes.”

“Not much we can do then, let us hope they didn’t see us land.” For a second he wanted to say something else then changed his mind and went on to say. “Well try to help us blend in, then it’s a bit of a walk, I don’t want trouble if it can be avoided.”

As we walked into the city I quickly took in any holo’s or locals I could see,;then,drawing on the force our outward images altered ever so slightly a little at a time, hoping nobody would look too closely. Everything seemed to be going well, a couple glances here and there but no one lingered on us. No one gave any sign that we did not belong there.

We were about 3 blocks in when I felt something cold. Master Toben stopped in the middle of the street just as there was an explosion from behind us that could only have been our ship.
He looked at me calmly and said “Run...this is not your time.”

Three glowing red rods of light pierced the night coming out of the alleyways in front of us. That was all I saw before I ran instinctively hiding my presence with the force. Suddenly, Lights and sounds sprang up around me as the all but empty streets come to life with what looked like soldiers or mercenaries at the least. I need to get off the streets before someone spots me. The port will be closed and it’s all but useless to try the ship we came in on. This was a trap; odds are the agent was dead before the signal for retrieval was activated.

I stopped running and stood there I don’t know for how long. Someone was talking to me I think.

“You ok kid?” it was an old human “You’re flickering. Ya got one of them fancy holosuits? Well never mind that let’s get you inside might even have some food or something.”

I was being guided somewhere; not really sure where. Everything was a blur and my ears seemed to be ringing. I felt metal under my feet then heard the hiss of pressure being released as a door closed behind me.

“Sit here kid should be coming back to you soon..”

Wait, I didn’t stop….he shot me. The chair he sat me in produced restraints and injected something into my arm. Not long after I was unconscious.

When I came too I was still in the chair, my neck was sore, and my legs were stiff; which was in contrast to how tired I felt. I tried to get my bearings, my head felt heavy and my vision was still blurry but I could still make out my saber on the table in front of me.
Is this a test, I thought, if so it's not a very good one. I could get out of this blind folded. The room spun as if to challenge my thoughts nevertheless I called my saber to me but before it had gotten halfway to me pain wracked my body every muscle seized then, as soon as it began, it was over my saber skittering along the floor and out of my sight. Something moved across the room. I could barely make out the blurry outline of someone standing their arm seemed to be holding something.

“Oh yes, you’ll fetch a good price.” it said then the pain came seemingly unceasing. Screams escaped me, breathing became hard, and it was apparent the force couldn’t help me here. I didn’t have the strength of mind to summon the force. This man meant to sell me as a slave; perhaps if i play along, a little more each day, i might find a way out of this mess. The pain was no longer bearable as I surrendered consciousness.

I couldn’t tell you how long this went on or how many times I woke to see my Saber on the table in front of me. I can tell you it hurt. I refused to embrace the pain that would have taken me on a path I could not tolerate. However, I was not so strong as to not give in that I only draw the saber at the whim of whoever holds my “control” device. I was weak and eager to stop that pain and no one had come for me, perhaps they thought me dead, or maybe they knew I would never be strong enough to become a Jedi. None of that seemed to matter now I began to believe I would never get the chance to escape. Then we got to Narr Shaddaa.

The old man had dressed me in some kind modified envirosuit. Then he had to test it. I had hoped I would never feel as much pain as the collar, but this was worse. He seemed to be satisfied with my writhing on the floor and accompanying screams. Then he simply said, “Ok kid this is where we part ways. Let’s go meet your new owner.” With that he directed me through several streets until we came on what appeared from the outside to be a hotel. We took the lift up and as the doors opened it looked like a throne room with a Hutt laying across the dias.

“Whooda Fuuk, Great and Mighty Hutt I bring you my quarry in hopes of reward.” the old man exclaimed with only the slightest tinge of ceremony on his voice.

“You bring me a tamed force wielder?” Whooda questioned his eyes looking me over in disbelief.

“He wears a pain harness and is trainable to your needs. Even if he doesn’t want to do your bidding he will to avoid the pain.”

“Why would he not want to do my bidding?” Whooda demanded anger and conceit evident in his voice.

The old man smiled lifting the remote device so I could see it. “Draw and light your saber but that is all, understand?”

I drew my saber without question but I must have hesitated, too long, as my body and saber went to the floor; the pain so sharp I almost didn’t hear him yell. “I SAID LIGHT IT BOY, NOW PICK IT UP AND LIGHT IT.”

I crawled quickly to the saber and holding it up let shine the bright blue light refusing to move another muscle until told too. My only thought being I have been abandoned.

Whooda Fuuk laughed “ A Jedi….no a padawan. Cut his braid and my enemies will know I am to be feared. Pay him and claim my prize. Wentok you shall keep him to serve my needs.”

With this I was his...his property. The Gank the stepped forward with the crate must have been Wentok. He took the remote and activating the pain harness for what seemed like an eternity he said “You are the property of the Great Hutt Whooda Fuuk. You will do as he says and I will hold your leash. Now sheath your saber and come with me.” He cut off my braid. There is no going back now.

3654 Another Trap
There were several missions after that I don’t even know how many. Luckily they had know idea what my true talents were and I was seldom in Fuuks presence. I twisted perception whenever I could; always seeming to follow instructions. Most of the missions simply involved my presence.
Although some had more sinister intent. That was where I controlled the narrative hiding people behind Illusion pushing and pulling with the force to give substance to what my captors saw. So many variables. So many ways things could go wrong. I came to believe that was why I was here to protect others from the Hutt that thought he was my master. Then hope came in the form of one of Master Tobens old friends.

Wentok came to collect me. “Ok time to prove your worth seems someone has been asking about you and so now Fuuk doesn’t like these questions. So we eliminate the questioner. Come along”

I gathered my things. This can’t be good...so far I’ve managed to hide my actions….Who could possibly be asking about me.

A smuggler port on Nar Kagaa was where the trail would end. Crumbs were laid out so that anyone looking hard enough would believe this was where I was being kept. In truth, I didn’t even know except it was somewhere different all the time. The port was lined with crates with several ways in and out. Wentok brought 20 men with him as if he thought I wouldn’t be enough this time. Who had him that nervous?

The cold swamp air was heavy with fog held back by fires encircling the port. Few people would be able to approach without giving something away. I stood in the center with Wentok and his men hiding throughout the port. I still had no idea who was coming but I plotted the scene in my head, preparing for the worst. Time seemed to drag on. I reached out sensing with the force but felt only the faintest presence though seemed to be too close to not having already been here. So they have backup as well. Something seems familiar but I can’t quite put my finger on it.

A single shape walked out from between the crates. I heard Wentok through the comms say “Let them get closer.” as the short figure approached. My mind reached out sensing for the force yet detecting nothing. She, obviously a woman, was dressed in Jedi battle gear and carried a confidence that showed she was not to be trifled with. Something at the edge of my mind recognized her; though I could not say where or when.

“Let me go with the boy and no harm will come to you.” She called out. She knows it is a trap and she came anyway. That voice could it be? “Bryn, you are safe now come with me.” she said with the air of a master talking to their padawan. Pyter’s master Cora; it has to be her but why can’t I sense her. I heard movement as people came out of hiding. I had to act quickly.

The air seemed to erupt in flames smoke filling the air. Cora seemed to walk outside of herself in her next step. The Cora remaining igniting her saber and dancing away from shots. I copied myself as well and met with the real Cora where the fighting seemed lightest. Pushing and nudging with the force anything that the illusion interacted with. Cora seemed to help as she realised what I was doing.

“You need to go now.” I told her “this is a trap….you will find me again.”

“There is only one here that worries me.” She responded “Now let’s go.”

“All of you left me until it was convenient. Well it’s not convenient for me right now other people need me to keep them hidden. Look to Nar Shaddaa.” I practically screamed it almost dropping the illusion before regaining my concentration.

Then the one I sensed earlier made his move. A blast centered right between us as if a warning. The old man seemed to appear from nowhere.

“That’s enough Padawan we are leaving now.” as she reached for my arm.

“You are his target, it’s not my time let me help who I can.” I said backing away.

I noticed the illusion of her was surrounded on the platform. “I’ll give you a good moment in their eyes.” I said as I made the illusion plunge her saber down into the platform and in one single swooping spiral cut the ground beneath her pulling crates down over the hole with the force. Luckily, She assisted with actually pulling crates.

The old man seemed to be waiting though. Pain racked my body as I struggled to maintain the illusion. Cora seeing this had no choice but to take her fight with the old man elsewhere or risk exposing my illusion. Find me again and make it quick I thought. The pain soon ceased as the old man followed after Cora and left range.

Wentok came over the comms. “Let the old man track her and let’s brush off.”

I couldn’t sense anyone as I boarded the ship. Hurry I don’t know how long I can keep this up.
After that there were more missions. At first, I did them with renewed vigor and the strength of hope but as years passed and there was no more word of anyone looking for me I resigned myself to my fate.
That is until…..
If this character is approved this is to be concluded in the collab: The Lost Jedi.

[Approved] Generic Personal Luxury Yacht

Type Personal Luxury Yacht
Designed by Just about anyone
Planet side landing capable
Main Ship
Length: 75 meters
Width: 40 meters
Defenses: Optional at cost: Shields
Sensors: Medium Range capable
HyperDrive: Type 3 no Backup standard
Maneuverability: High
Equipment: 2 Light laser arrays forward shooting only
Comms capable

Crew: 1 pilot 5 servant droids
Can support 10 passengers in luxury.

@Sundered Echo

[Approved] Ship Proposal SooroSuub Mining Craft (3MSS)

Stock SooroSuub Mining Vessel (3MSS)

Type Heavy Frieghter
Designed by SooroSuub as universal Mining Craft 3690
Planet side landing capable
Main Ship
Length: 180 meters
Width: 120 meters
Defenses: Heavy Hull
Class 2 Shielding
Main Purpose of heavier Hull and Shields is survivability in harsh environments as well as deterrent for pirates.
Sensors: Medium Range capable
Advanced Short range Geological sensors
HyperDrive: Type 4 No Backup
Maneuverability: Average
Equipment: 1 tractor beam and 8 grabber claws bottom mounted for ore recovery
2 Light laser arrays forward shooting only
Comms capable
3 Boreing Lasers (do to slow build up in power not readily functional against non static targets)
2 loading and offloading ports top rear
Crew: 1 pilot 1 copilot
Can support 10 full crew in various tasks.
Notes: Slow moving in sublight do to mass. Total haul Capacity 80 metric tons.

[Coruscant, 6 ATC 4] A House Divided II: A Little Wrong

Telban Quoin Shipwright/Salvage Hauler/Temp Taxi Driver

[Approved] Ship Proposal SooroSuub Salvage Hauler

Technical Specifications

Stock SooroSuub Salvage Hauler
Type Heavy Frieghter
Designed by SooroSuub for reclamation of mining vessels it has been in service since 3695 although it is still in production newer models updated equipment. Nothing much has changed functionally.
2 part system
Main ship + Tow Cage = Planet side landing capable
Main Ship
Length: 80 meters
Width: 120 meters
Defenses: Basic Hull
Environmental Shielding
(no combat defenses to speak of)
Sensors: Medium Range capable
HyperDrive: Not without Cage being hard locked
Maneuverability: Average / Low with Tow Cage hard locked
Equipment: 2 tractor beams 1 fore 1 aft
2 Light laser arrays forward shooting only
Comms capable
Crew: 1 pilot 1 copilot
Can support 10 full crew in various tasks.
Hanger Bay: can hold additional cargo or up to 2 small ships.
Cutter Pods: 2 escape/work 2 man pods which can be used to cut parts or cut down ships for transport.
Crew: 1-2
Tow Cage
Description: 4 arms on a Docking harness Compatible with SooroSuub Salvage Hauler.
Sensors : only docking sensors
Hyperdrive: Type 3 (limited when cage is towing to 2 jumps 3 Quadrants each)
Ship must be hard locked to engage hyperdrive.
Soft Dock capable: In Soft Lock the ship is attached via Tractor beams for ease of maneuverability.
Maneuverability: Average
Hard Dock Capable: Lowers overall maneuverability but allows for hyper jumps with ship in Tow.
Maneuverability : Low
Crew: 0 (must be attached to function)
Tow Capacity: w/ Hyperdrive up to Corvette
Sublight: can move a Capitol Ship
Limitations: any ship being hauled must be completely shut down.
Equipment: 4 Tractor beams 1 per cage arm.
4 Polimag locks. (use to hold ships for cargo being hauled.)

Offal Esprit

Offal Esprit (modified Soorosuub Salvage Hauler)
As stock with following acceptions:
Ionic discharge coil : reduces effects of ionization. Secondary hull and wiring enables ionic discharge.
Sensors upgraded to long range.
Type 3 standard hyperdrive added to main ship.
Hanger bay can only hold 1 small ship do to 1/3 of second bay taken up by hyperdrive.
4 hidden storage compartments
1 hidden passenger compartment

Hello

Hello all new to forum gaming but not gaming. Hoping to have lots of good moments.

[Approved] Telban Quoin Shipwright aka Smuggler

Thank you Jackdaw....for anyone else who has read this please do let me know if there is more I need at this point. This is my first attempt at a Forum character so any criticism or suggestion would be appreciated.

[Approved] Telban Quoin Shipwright aka Smuggler

_OoC

How long do you usually write?
• One paragraph or less
• One to two paragraphs
• Several paragraphs
It really depends on my mood and the material. I can ramble or be very brief.
Do you enjoy writing collaborative posts for things like conversations, combat, etc.?
Prefer to actually.
Is grammar and depth of writing important to you?
No the feeling of the writing is more important.
Are there any writing subjects you particularly enjoy exploring?
The seedier underworld side of things.
Is there anything you really dislike and want to avoid like the plague?
Disrespectful writing partners that take control of your character without consent.
Is there something you are uncomfortable with happening to your character?
Don’t take my ship…
Do you have any short-term or long-term goals with this character?
Form my own criminal underground and establish Quoin as a household name.

Couriers Holonet Ad

Name: Telban Quoin
Species: Human
Homeworld: Coruscant
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Specialisation: Shipwright
Current area of operation: Core

Couriers Holonet Metadata Summary

_{Short description of looks & style.}

Quoin

Reddish Brown hair, light green eyes average athletic build, 6’ 2” (1.88 m). Usually seen in overalls with a tool harness and simple holdout blaster; although he keeps nicer clothes for deals.

_{Simplified report on known skills and estimated levels.}

• Salvage Intermediate Trained Talent
• Shipwright Advanced Well Trained Talent
• Awareness (Social/Perceptive) Intermediate Trained Talent
• Hacking Intermediate
• Piloting Intermediate
• Negotiation Intermediate
• Blaster Novice
• Deception Intermediate
• Persuasion Intermediate
• Binary Advanced
• Droid Repair Novice
• Survival Intermediate.

_{Quick report on favored employers, associates, contacts and rivals.}

• SuuroobSuub Shipyards Superior Rur Fast (Sullustian male) – Was really the only one that I hung around with outside of work. I haven’t gone back there or contacted him directly for his and my own safety. But I do check in to see if the old man is still kicking and he somehow found a way to let me know when there was good salvage around.
• Renar Tiks (Duros male) – Coworker about 4 years younger than myself. He was always trying to one up me and out do my work. Poor bastard can’t keep up and that really burned him.
• Nerrotz Brill (Sullustian male) – Took a droid that I couldn’t repair to him once ‘cause he used to work at the yards. Old timer retired away from the yards on Alderaan. Geezer drove a hard bargain but fixed up the droid. Was worth every penny the old timer could squeeze out of me though.
• Frank (Schizo Droid) – Wouldn’t trade Frank for the world although I probably should. FRK2 has been with me since the beginning. He was a very reliable Mechanics Droid, until another Droid (saboteur type I think) tried to reprogram him to start do something probably heinous in nature. Old FRK2 grabbed a live power coupling and fried the both of them with the data spike still attached. I got Brill to fix him but he hasn’t been the same since. One time he said he tuned the hyper drive and when I went to jump it nearly shorted out the whole ship.
• Bryn Quoin – Pa he works as a mechanic on the taxi speeders and is pretty good at keeping me up to date on the who’s who on Coruscant when I swing by. Learned at the old man’s knee how to love to take things apart and put them back together again.

_{How freely can the courier move in the galaxy? Are there or have there been any outstanding bounties?}

I move through the galaxy fairly easily in The Offal Esprit since I don’t have any outstanding bounties and I have yet to be caught on the wrong side of the law.

_{Psychological evaluation of Courier.}

Evaluation from data recordings for Sullust Shipyards Employees: Supervisor Rur Fast
Quoin is a hard worker and generally a nice guy, for a human. Some people see him as being a bit too full of himself and he comes off as a braggart. He was a bit of a loner when he first started work here. He’s warmed up since then. For all that the man has a way with machines that you rarely see outside a Sullustian; can’t fault the guy for his species. He’s bright and funny, once you get past the dry directness of it. A bit on the selfish side but who isn’t? He’s willing to work and will take any job thrown at him.

_{List and description of known and suspected flaws. To be put into restricted database.}

• Manipulative – Until I get my money if this ship goes south you’re sinking. Once I get the money, we’re good I don’t know who you are.
• Self-centered – If it’s me or someone else that has to take the blaster to the face; it’s the other guy.
• Braggart – I’ve yet to meet a better shipwright.
• Opportunist – I’ll take any job as long as there’s money involved.

_{Major achievements and failures on record.}

Achievements

• 3676 BBY/23 BTC – When I was 7 years old Dad gave me FRK2 a mechanical droid and had me start helping him fixing Air-speeders for his taxi business on Coruscant.
• 3665 BBY / 12 BTC – While on a salvage run for Soorosuub Industries ship was hit by pirates. I survived but barely made it to Sullust.
• 3655 BBY/2 BTC Well my contract is up and the Esprit is mine.

Failures

• 3652 BBY /1 ATC – Frank entered some wonky coordinates and we wound up off the lanes. Didn’t know at the time but it would be our lucky day. You see I finally heard from Dad; his business got hit pretty hard when Coruscant got sacked and no one either wanted to or would pay for broken air-taxis.
• 3647 BBY / 6 ATC- As of right now my improvements on drive capacity and maneuverability have been thus ignored.

Interview

_{Personal biography, as detailed by the subject for future record. Acquired shortly after last achievement of note.}

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3683 BBY / 30 BTC – Born to Bryn and Allana Quoin.
3676 BBY/23 BTC – When I was 7 years old Dad gave me FRK2 a mechanical droid and had me start helping him fixing Air-speeders for his taxi business on Coruscant.
3668 BBY/ 15 BTC – One of my buddies got a SooroSuub Salvage Hauler and needed a crew so I joined up just to get off Coruscant. We had a short lived but decent run.
3665 BBY / 12 BTC – While on a salvage run for Soorosuub Industries ship was hit by pirates. I survived but barely made it to Sullust. My friends weren’t so lucky. Managed to work a deal where I could get the ship fixed but had to sign a 10 year work contract in the SooroSuub shipyards. At least Frk2 survived. Was not looking to make friends but Nerrotz Brill kept FKR2 going and Rur Fast turned out to be an alright guy. One time he sat me down and explained that yes my ideas for improvements would work but that the cost kept it off the market. Maybe if I had landed on Corellia. Uggh 10 years in a heavy enviro-suit.
3655 BBY/2 BTC Well my contract is up and the Esprit is mine. Time to break Orbit and start home. Uhmmm……wait what are those ships coming out of hyperspace…K2 gave me coordinates and get us out of here looks like the wars come to Sullust. (Battle of Sullust) So I hung around flying in and out of now Sith space looking for any unfortunate ships I could claim salvage on. K2 got hurt bad and I had to find Nerrotz on Alderron where he retired. Damn droid insists on being called Frank now but I don’t mind.
3652 BBY /1 ATC – Frank entered some wonky coordinates and we wound up off the lanes. Didn’t know at the time but it would be our lucky day. You see I finally heard from Dad; his business got hit pretty hard when Coruscant got sacked and no one either wanted to or would pay for broken air-taxis. Anyway, I found a Heavy Hauler with half a payload of Air-speeders and nobody home so I hooked up the cage and hauled the whole thing to Coruscant. Dad was back in business and I was out of fuel. I stayed on to help my Dad get started again and to pay docking fees and gas.
3647 BBY / 6 ATC- Current day. I have a full tank all I need now is a reason to leave Coruscant again.