Hey guys! Just a quick update, I recently had to replace my phone due to damages and as a result have lost the intro post. Absolutely fuming right now. I will commence rewriting in the meantime. I will get in touch with you all within the next couple of days to find out what each of you want to be doing, and I'll integrate you all in.
Valana sat at the holoterminal in her quarters, doing as she did every day and checking the Imperial bounties. There were a few recognizable faces, she wasn't the first to turn their back on the Empire though it seemed there were fewer and fewer familiar faces from her time in the Empire every day though. After awhile browsing the Imperial turncoats and a few of those bounties that just seemed to be permanent staples she finally decided to look at the reason she was there. It was like looking in some kind of tick mirror, the holoimage before her was definitely her face, but it was adorned with much shorter hair only reaching to the nape of her neck and with skin unmarred by the scars that now adorned her. "Crass'enn'parloo 'Sennpa': Wanted Dead or Alive for crimes against the Empire... Dead: 25,000 credits Alive: 250,000." Her lips pursed in disappointment and she shook her head just enough for her earrings to clang against themselves, making faintly audible noise. As confident she was in her abilities to evade the Empire indefinitely it was still disheartening to know that a single mistake could mean she spent the rest of a short life in some Imperial cell getting to intimately know a torture droid. "Oh well, no point dwelling on it!" She spoke aloud to herself as she shut off the terminal and rose from her seat.
She promptly left her quarters heading to the ship's Mess affectionately referred to as Valana's Diner she thought it a really sweet sentiment even coming largely from aliens. In the Academy she didn't even bother to know the Mess Officer's names. She barely had time to glance around the empty room and adjoining hallway before she was standing outside the freezer due to her quarters being so close. She quickly pulled a small key out of the right pocket of her robe and unlocked the door before replacing the key in the pocket.
As she entered Valana began to examine the shelves of the walk-in freezer. Taking mental note of the remaining quantity of cuts of each meat. They had enough Bantha and Nerf meat to host a Gammorean Wedding that much was apparent from the slightest moment's glance. She took note of the stocks of Eopie, Harvorisk and Opee as well, all sufficient enough to not be worried. Eventually she scanned over a shelf full of various cuts of Nuna and let out a slight chuckle as she recalled an assignment gone awry from her time in the Imperial Senate. She'd watched a Gran diplomat tear through almost an entire Nuna she had prepared for a formal event, the naive triclops killed himself with such voracious appetite it was almost surreal. Unknowingly sealing his fate though it would take days for the poison to take effect. It had been supposed to kill the entire Gran's entire delegation in attendance at the time, but he ate so much she had to hire a bounty hunter to silence the other two the next evening, whom she then had to kill herself with a celebratory drink for a 'Job well done'. "Good times." she muttered through a nostalgic smile.
Her smile flattened abruptly though as she heard the ship's intercom requesting the crew to assemble in her diner. She took her time grabbing up an armful of Bantha, and Opee fillets before trodding out of the freezer. Locking the door behind her she placed the meat in a sealed climate controlled cabinet adjacent to the door before making her way to the common area. Looking over the room she took note of the parties already there, cordially smiling towards each before lifting herself to sit upon a crate near the others. Curiously awaiting what news the captain had that required the whole crew to be present.
@Burning Kitty The picture on your CS isn't working, so I think I found it, rehosted it, and resized it. Could be wrong, since I only had part of the URL.
Appearance: Valana stands at 5'5" with bra strap length jet black hair typical of her species that she keeps very well kept at all times. Facially she has something of a snub nose above full dark blue lips and a sharp chin with full diamond cheeks. Her most striking facial feature though is the classic triple claw scar across her left eye. Giving the appearance that she was raked across the face by a Nexu cub as that is the story she gives when asked about it.
Her clothing depends heavily on the day, most of the time she wears some of the galaxy's most expensive fineries, typically preferring flowing and ornamental dresses, jumpsuits or robes typically paired with equally audacious jewelry, chandelier earrings and ornate pendants. On days that she thinks there might be trouble it is usually worn over a dark skintight unitard or catsuit just in case, being what she wears whilst scavenging as well.
Personality: Valana generally keeps to herself, distant from most. Always calm, cold and collected Valana rarely if ever shows any emotion towards anything regardless of the situation. She doesn't trust anyone, keeping what she considers a healthy suspicion of all those she meets even the crew of the ship. Beyond that though she hides it well she does harbor a slight racist streak towards non-human or near human races typical of Imperials.
Equipment: Valana keeps a Q2 Hold-Out blaster holstered on her upper left calf at all times with a small vibroblade sheathed on the opposite thigh concealed under her clothes. She also owns a small wrist mounted poison dart launcher and a databreaker that she keeps in her quarters.
Your Quarters: Valana's quarters are adjacent to the kitchen, small with the majority devoted to her closet space the rest of the quarters look fairly imperial, dark with a bed, a dresser, and a holonet terminal. That said she spends more time in the kitchen anyways. It is organized with Imperial efficiency many of the cabinets having been refitted to be sealed containers with precise environmental control. While most are just filled with herbs and spices from across the galaxy kept completely without humidity several have meats sauces and even some living organisms kept in very specific conditions to preserve them. Varying from extreme cold to poisonous atmospheres only she knows what is in each cabinet and what is safe to eat, touch or breathe. She keeps the dangerous ones locked though along with the more general purpose walk-in freezer. All bound to one key she keeps on her at all times. She also keeps an A280 blaster rifle in a hidden compartment under the kitchen countertop as well.
Your Spaceship: Valana owns a Cutlass-9 Patrol Fighter, completely stock.
Obligation: Valana is a traitor to the Empire, she has a rather hefty bounty on her head though she has changed her name and appearance to hide herself from them.
History: Valana was not born Shav'ala'nasto, her birth name was actually Crass'enn'parloo or 'Sennpa' as shorthand. Her childhood was relatively normal, born to a wealthy family of Chiss diplomats she lived in leisure and comfort, untouched by the war plaguing the galaxy. Her childhood was filled with privilege, she never got her hands dirty or labored a single say in her life. She never knew struggle and certainly not the plight affecting the rest of the galaxy.
Unfortunately though her life took a pretty sharp turn when she was 16. Her parents were both killed in a hyperspace accident, and whilst she had their estate to live off of even she knew it would not last long. Luckily for her however she was approached soon after by the newly formed Galactic Empire, with an offer of too good to refuse. She would be trained as an Imperial Spy a few years at the Academy learning the arts of deception and subterfuge before being emplaced as a representative of the Chiss in the Imperial Senate. Silencing voices of dissent in the upper echelons of the Imperial aristocracy while maintaining the lavish lifestyle she had grown accustomed to.
She gladly accepted the offer, and spent the next four years of her life secluded in an Imperial Academy it was the hardest time of her life. Her former status held no sway in her new life, but the ordered Imperial way and many of their ideals rubbed off on her rather quickly. It turned out she took to the spy game like a fish to water, lying was in her blood. As her final test before officially graduating she had to kill the Chiss Representative in the Imperial Senate that she would be replacing. As an old family friend it wasn't hard for her to get an audience with him, she poisoned his drink with a slow-acting poison that wouldn't take effect for several days.
It wasn't hard for the Empire to replace him with her, her family's background made her a natural candidate and after pulling a few string and greasing a few palms she was an official Junior Representative in the Imperial Senate. She spent the next several years of her life embroiled in Imperial politics reporting any notable secrets to her superiors and occasionally making sure that some troublemakers were silenced. Sennpa preferred befriend or seduce targets, getting close and gaining their trust so it would be easy to slip a drop or two of poison into their food or drink, though she was occasionally forced into less elegant means.
All good things must end however and for her it ended quite abruptly when an old friend from Csilla got in touch with her. They met over dinner at a fine restaurant on Coruscant, where he presented her with a rather grim reality. A holotape from an Imperial ship, which clearly depicted it blasting her parent's ship as it came out of hyperspace. It didn't take long to figure out the truth of the matter, the Empire wanted someone in the Senate who could do some of the dirty work required to minimize dissent. She had the right upbringing and was young enough to mold mentally while being old enough that they could appoint her to the position while the Empire was still in it's early years before power was completely consolidated.
She considered just ignoring it and carrying on, even if the Empire did such horrible deeds she couldn't exactly do anything about it and she did have a pretty sweet gig. But she knew that if the Empire ever found out that she knew they would not trust her any longer and she'd fall victim to some form of horrific "accident". She used her resources over the following months to secretly setup a new identity she could fall into. And then one night she was gone, along with a small fortune in credits. She bought a ship, had a shady outer rim surgeon scar up her face and took on the identity of Valana, a wealthy Imperial patriot's daughter turned Imperial Mess Officer that had a slightly too close call with a Dug pirate's pet Nexu when their ship was overrun and took the first opportunity to get out of the military.
Luckily she had become quite a culinary master after learning how to poison the food or drink of almost any species without them knowing, so it wasn't hard for her to find a new job. She worked as a chef in a restaurant on Ord Mantell for awhile. But after avoiding the gaze of bounty hunters and even the occasional Imperial for months she decided it would be better to serve for a smaller clientele. The Swift Fortune a scav ship in port at the time fit the bill nicely, never staying in one place long enough to be noticed by locals, and a crew small enough that if necessary she'd at least have a fighting chance should they find out about her bounty and try to cash in. She offered her services to the Captain and thus here she is.
Obviously eventually a bounty catches up with even the best, so I'd like to see someone eventually hunt her down or figure out who she is. It would also be nice to see her get an opportunity for some revenge at some point.
@frapet Alrighty I edited my CS history accordingly.
As for scavenging she is willing to scavenge or fly security with her fighter, whatever is necessary at the time. Just not Imperial ships, citing a sense of 'Imperial patriotism' as a moral conflict for her.
Appearance: Valana stands at 5'5" with bra strap length jet black hair typical of her species that she keeps very well kept at all times. Facially she has something of a snub nose above full dark blue lips and a sharp chin with full diamond cheeks. Her most striking facial feature though is the classic triple claw scar across her left eye. Giving the appearance that she was raked across the face by a Nexu cub as that is the story she gives when asked about it.
Her clothing depends heavily on the day, most of the time she wears some of the galaxy's most expensive fineries, typically preferring flowing and ornamental dresses, jumpsuits or robes typically paired with equally audacious jewelry, chandelier earrings and ornate pendants. On days that she thinks there might be trouble it is usually worn over a dark skintight unitard or catsuit just in case, being what she wears whilst scavenging as well.
Personality: Valana generally keeps to herself, distant from most. Always calm, cold and collected Valana rarely if ever shows any emotion towards anything regardless of the situation. She doesn't trust anyone, keeping what she considers a healthy suspicion of all those she meets even the crew of the ship. Beyond that though she hides it well she does harbor a slight racist streak towards non-human or near human races typical of Imperials.
Equipment: Valana keeps a Q2 Hold-Out blaster holstered on her upper left calf at all times with a small vibroblade sheathed on the opposite thigh concealed under her clothes. She also owns a small wrist mounted poison dart launcher and a databreaker that she keeps in her quarters.
Your Quarters: Valana's quarters are adjacent to the kitchen, small with the majority devoted to her closet space the rest of the quarters look fairly imperial, dark with a bed, a dresser, and a holonet terminal. That said she spends more time in the kitchen anyways. It is organized with Imperial efficiency many of the cabinets having been refitted to be sealed containers with precise environmental control. While most are just filled with herbs and spices from across the galaxy kept completely without humidity several have meats sauces and even some living organisms kept in very specific conditions to preserve them. Varying from extreme cold to poisonous atmospheres only she knows what is in each cabinet and what is safe to eat, touch or breathe. She keeps the dangerous ones locked though along with the more general purpose walk-in freezer. All bound to one key she keeps on her at all times. She also keeps an A280 blaster rifle in a hidden compartment under the kitchen countertop as well.
Your Spaceship: Valana owns a Cutlass-9 Patrol Fighter, completely stock.
Obligation: Valana is a traitor to the Empire, she has a rather hefty bounty on her head though she has changed her name and appearance to hide herself from them.
History: Valana was not born Shav'ala'nasto, her birth name was actually Crass'enn'parloo or 'Sennpa' as shorthand. Her childhood was relatively normal, born to a wealthy family of Chiss diplomats she lived in leisure and comfort, untouched by the war plaguing the galaxy. Her childhood was filled with privilege, she never got her hands dirty or labored a single say in her life. She never knew struggle and certainly not the plight affecting the rest of the galaxy.
Unfortunately though her life took a pretty sharp turn when she was 16. Her parents were both killed in a hyperspace accident, and whilst she had their estate to live off of even she knew it would not last long. Luckily for her however she was approached soon after by the newly formed Galactic Empire, with an offer of too good to refuse. She would be trained as an Imperial Spy a few years at the Academy learning the arts of deception and subterfuge before being emplaced as a representative of the Chiss in the Imperial Senate. Silencing voices of dissent in the upper echelons of the Imperial aristocracy while maintaining the lavish lifestyle she had grown accustomed to.
She gladly accepted the offer, and spent the next four years of her life secluded in an Imperial Academy it was the hardest time of her life. Her former status held no sway in her new life, but the ordered Imperial way and many of their ideals rubbed off on her rather quickly. It turned out she took to the spy game like a fish to water, lying was in her blood. As her final test before officially graduating she had to kill the Chiss Representative in the Imperial Senate that she would be replacing. As an old family friend it wasn't hard for her to get an audience with him, she poisoned his drink with a slow-acting poison that wouldn't take effect for several days.
It wasn't hard for the Empire to replace him with her, her family's background made her a natural candidate and after pulling a few string and greasing a few palms she was an official Junior Representative in the Imperial Senate. She spent the next several years of her life embroiled in Imperial politics reporting any notable secrets to her superiors and occasionally making sure that some troublemakers were silenced. Sennpa preferred befriend or seduce targets, getting close and gaining their trust so it would be easy to slip a drop or two of poison into their food or drink, though she was occasionally forced into less elegant means.
All good things must end however and for her it ended quite abruptly when an old friend from Csilla got in touch with her. They met over dinner at a fine restaurant on Coruscant, where he presented her with a rather grim reality. A holotape from an Imperial ship, which clearly depicted it blasting her parent's ship as it came out of hyperspace. It didn't take long to figure out the truth of the matter, the Empire wanted someone in the Senate who could do some of the dirty work required to minimize dissent. She had the right upbringing and was young enough to mold mentally while being old enough that they could appoint her to the position while the Empire was still in it's early years before power was completely consolidated.
She considered just ignoring it and carrying on, even if the Empire did such horrible deeds she couldn't exactly do anything about it and she did have a pretty sweet gig. But she knew that if the Empire ever found out that she knew they would not trust her any longer and she'd fall victim to some form of horrific "accident". She used her resources over the following months to secretly setup a new identity she could fall into. And then one night she was gone, along with a small fortune in credits. She bought a ship, had a shady outer rim surgeon scar up her face and took on the identity of Valana, a wealthy Imperial patriot's daughter turned Imperial Mess Officer that had a slightly too close call with a Dug pirate's pet Nexu when their ship was overrun and took the first opportunity to get out of the military.
Luckily she had become quite a culinary master after learning how to poison the food or drink of almost any species without them knowing, so it wasn't hard for her to find a new job. She worked as a chef in a restaurant on Ord Mantell for awhile. But after avoiding the gaze of bounty hunters and even the occasional Imperial for months she decided it would be better to serve for a smaller clientele. The Swift Fortune a scav ship in port at the time fit the bill nicely, never staying in one place long enough to be noticed by locals, and a crew small enough that if necessary she'd at least have a fighting chance should they find out about her bounty and try to cash in. She offered her services to the Captain and thus here she is.
Obviously eventually a bounty catches up with even the best, so I'd like to see someone eventually hunt her down or figure out who she is. It would also be nice to see her get an opportunity for some revenge at some point.
Primary Strengths: Maz is particularly skilled at force persuasion and as a Nautolan is naturally almost unparalleled in underwater activities.
Appearance:
Weapons: Maz is pretty simple when it comes to weapons only wielding one single chartreuse bladed lightsaber.
Armor/Clothing/Equipment: Maz wears standard Jedi robes, though since the Sacking she typically wears a one-piece swimsuit underneath as well just in case. She also owns a Gungan personal shield she acquired as a young Knight while on Naboo studying the ancient culture of her fellow amphibian species.
Skills/Abilities:
- While Maz does avoid fighting where at all possible and is not very varied in her lightsaber combat abilities she is very skilled at Soresu form.
- Maz uses the force to enhance her natural Nautolan affinity for Empathy, while not particularly useful for combat, combined with her proficiency in force persuasion it has allowed her to avoid some otherwise inevitable combat.
- As a somewhat zealous Jedi Maz does resent the use of any Dark Side force powers. Herself sticking to basic telekinetic ability and non-lethal abilities such as force light and force blinding in combat.
Background: Born and raised on Glee Anselm Maz never saw a single non-Nautolan until the day a Quarren Jedi arrived in her town and sensed the presence of the Force in her. She didn't come from much, just average working-class Nautolans, conflict had mostly avoided the watery planet since most of the war-like species tended to care more for actual land than the war sunny beaches and endless seas of her home. Her family was more than willing to give her the opportunity to become a Jedi as it was more than they had ever dreamed for her.
Leaving Glee Anselm was fascinating for her young mind, she travelled to Coruscant and saw species and technology she couldn't have imagine in her wildest dreams before. She was only five when she set herself to a goal of learning everything she could about the galaxy, she wanted to absorb all the knowledge she possibly could about every planet, every species, every culture, all of it.
During her years as a youngling on Coruscant Maz proved herself an exceptional student while not a natural at some of the more physically demanding rigors the Jedi she was determined to succeed to give herself the opportunity to see the galaxy. And she did, by the time it was time for her to go under the tutelage of a Jedi Knight she had already something of a reputation as a studious pupil even if somewhat lacking in physical proficiency.
She was taken under the wing an older Fosh Jedi who called herself Teren, for the most part her time as a padawan was uneventful compared to many. For the most part she accompanied her master on mostly diplomatic missions. Though that isn't to say they didn't encounter their fair share of scraps along the way, though her master did make sure to provide plenty of difficulty for her in lieu of actual combat. Nightly sparring matches became a routine with a new ruleset every night one night she would have to singe a feather on her master's body, while the next would see her defending from an onslaught of force thrown rocks while blindfolded, and then another night she would be quizzed on Jedi history where every missed answer meant a half-hour of defending from a relentless barrage of attacks from her master. She would have been a liar to say the tests did not grate on her though she assumed that was the point.
By the time Maz achieved the rank of Jedi Knight the initial skirmished with the Mandalorians were beginning though she was determined to avoid the conflict wherever possible instead hoping to serve the Order in less combative ways. Wanting to become a researcher for the Jedi rather than a fighter she managed to avoid combat for the first few years of the conflict, earning the ire of some of the more conflict oriented Jedi in the Order.
Unfortunately that could only last so long and once the war was fully underway the Order couldn't afford to have a young knight researching Ancient Gungan ruins. She was eventually assigned to several battles once it had become obvious the war was not going to be something that could be won without the full attention of the Jedi. And in those battles she proved herself a capable warrior often routing small forces on her own.
After the battle of Malachor V though it became apparent that the Mandalorians would likely be victorious in the end. She was one of several Jedi called to Coruscant in the days before the sacking, several ships were filled with copies of as much of the Jedi Archives as they could manage. Before being sent to the secret enclaves throughout the galaxy, herself being on one such ship bound for the Enclave of the in her eyes radical, Master Antilles.
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