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Ghosts of Highlake

for the big bad guy, would a name like Randall P. Cockburn, be too over-the-top?

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I mean... am I a total d!@k if I say yeah? :D

'Floating' (Star Wars 2 BBY)

Fel moved about the UA, performing his rendition of 'routine maintenance.' Which occasionally involved actual maintenance, and also, sometimes, just involved placing a hand here or there, or feeling the vibe of a space he had known so well, for so long. He could often walk around his craft and simply tell if something was off, before the computers or (less reassuringly) the claxons and red warning lights informed you. Sometimes all you had to do was listen. This drove Wrench, Fel's trusty / rusty old R2 unit, crazy, as there was no scientific or contextual reason why any of what the man said (and Fel had attempted to explain, many times) should work. But it did, and so Wrench followed Galdaart wherever he moved.

The Pilot had Wrench's astromech socket (a custom unit built as much by the droid itself as any parts manufacturer) taken apart to suss out a bug in the system which the old R2 swore was causing an unacceptable latency in making calculations and communicating with different systems aboard-ship. Fel thought the little droid was imagining things. "Maybe it's finally time for a memory wipe, Tin-Man..." he teased, his eyes square from passing a tester from wire to wire, searching for inconsistencies. Wrench informed him that in no uncertain terms there would be an airlock in his immediate future if a memory wipe was even discussed again, let alone attempted. Fel laughed. They often bantered like this. For a score of years, Wrench was Fel's only travel companion. They had covered a lot of space and time together.

"I know, old buddy. I wouldn't dream of it." Wrench tooted that it would be awfully hard to dream in the vacuum of space. Fel chuckled again, and stood, stretching out his back. He looked out at the swirling mass of hyperspace, checked the navacomp readout. A little over two hours to Lotho. "Better get this back together, Rust-bucket. We might just need you..." Wrench whistled knowingly that there wasn't a standard day the went by that he wasn't needed. And that he deserved a raise. Twisting an electro-spanner, Fel belly-laughed once more. "A 25% increase of nothin's still nothin... co-pilot. Keep your servos from twistin' Wrench... I'll always see to it you get everything you need..."

'Floating' (Star Wars 2 BBY)

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The Unfair Advantage

A highly modified (some would say horribly jury-rigged) CEC YG-4210 light freighter that has been Galdaart's home for the past five years. She's a mess, both inside and out, but trusty, well-suited to his trade, visually unassuming, fast, reliable and customized both inside and out. Specs follow.

Manufacturer, Date of Mfg. - CEC, laid down c. 158 BBY
Ship Type - YT subclass YG-4210 Light Freighter, transport-class
Length - 24M, Width - 11M Height - 5.6M (including dorsal and ventral cannons)
Max. Speed (atmo.) - 1000 km / h (modified) MGLT - 120
Engine Units - 3 modified CEC sublight engines, 300 KTU
Hyperdrive - modified CEC, class .5, backup class 12
Power Plant - CEC, heavily modified, two Incom power converters
Backup power generator - Novaldex 04-A power generator
Shielding - Incom Fore-Aft shield generator, modified KDY port-starboard shield generator. Heavily modified (and unreliable) CEC dorsal-ventral shield generator. (obviously modified, standard YG4210's were shield-equipped, but never with the flexibility and variability of the UA.)
Hull - old school Titanium-alloy / Duralloy plating
Sensor system - Custom, mixture of KDY, Incom and Fabritech systems. Includes KDY short-range friend-or-foe detection, HUD schematics and threat analysis, ANq 3.6 tracking, and Incom Long-range ident.
Avionics - Custom, KDY-based
Navigation system - CEC, 3-jump memory. Astromech backup.
Armament - 2 Borstel RG-9 Laser-cannons (mounted on the Port / Starboard axis of the ship, 360 degree fire arc, remote-systems linked to the Look / Fire reticule) Modified CEC AG:2G Quad Laser Cannons (mounted on the dorsal / ventral axis of the ship, 180 degree arc of fire, can be either droid-controlled from the cookpit, via a remote astromech socket, or fire-locked to be controlled via the Look / Fire reticule) Two Dymek HM-6 Concussion missile launchers (6 missiles each) located either side of the cockpit, recessed into superstructre openings.
Countermeasures - Miradyne 4-X Phantom Jammer. Chaff launcher: 4 bundles Flare launcher: 3 flares standard.

Deck Layout

Floating.

Who's got two blasters and room for four more crew members?

**this guy...**

Floating.

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'Floating' (Star Wars 2 BBY)

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Original Interest Check...

'Floating' (Star Wars 2 BBY)

Fel

Name: Galdaart Fel
True Name / Alias: Galdaart Kindell
Faction: Faction? What Faction?
Rank: Only when he's offworld, avoiding the 'fresher for too long...
Species: Human (Taris)
Age: 28, Sex: Male
Height: 5'5”, Eyes: Blue
Physique: Gaunt / a little malnourished / wiry, but don't underestimate him or assume that his slight build denotes weakness.
Hair: tangled / dreadlocked
Skin: pale, needs some vitamin D – common for outlanders / offworlders
Force Sensitive: Not that he's aware of...

NPC: R2P47, aka 'Wrench,' Fel's rugged, battered astromech and conscience.

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:

Supremely skilled pilot. Whatever else Galdaart may be (and much of it is far less flattering and troubled than he'd care to admit) he is, first and foremost, a Pilot. Capital P. And in this regard, there are few beings in the 'verse that can match him. Whether it's a garbage scow, a speeder bike, or a snubfighter, Fel is the best there is. He served in the military, rose to the rank of wing commander / squadron leader, earned the respect of the pilots under his command, and was a decorated flight officer.

Honourable Man. He doesn't like most people, and certainly doesn't trust many. But if he gives his word, he will keep it. He also lives by his own code of ethics, which are constantly in a state of flux. Sound like a cop-out?

Loner. The first long while of any smugglers' life is not easy, and to that end Galdaart has barely existed for two years, just scraping by. There is never food in the galley or fuel in the tank, but somehow Galdaart and Wrench survive. In the process, Galdaart has gained several important contacts, seen the universe, developed the code by which he lives and further refined his view of the galaxy and those who play powerful roles in it. At the same time, he takes low-key jobs, flying off the radar, avoiding any Imperial / FO business or the watchful eye of the authorities. Currently, he is 'content' to spend weeks on end communicating with nobody other than his droid, eking out an existence that borders on feral.

Disrespect for Authority / Troublemaker. As much of an asset as he may be behind the controls of a ship, Fel never feels at home when he's 'on the ground.' He is often edgy and loud-mouthed, which can (and does) get him into trouble. He dislikes authority, and often goes out of his way to harrass, confound and anger 'the law' around him. Trouble also tends to find him, whether he likes it or not.

APPEARANCE:

Galdaart is an adult human male of non-specific descent, an average-looking man. Galdaart's biggest defining physical feature are two scars: one, the result of a knife-fight gone wrong on Dantooine, which travels across both cheeks from the corners of his mouth, perpetually pulling his mouth into a kind of sneer / smile, and the other a massive burn scar covering most of his left arm and his back, the result of a crash many years ago (he doesn't discuss it.) His eyes perpetually squint, as if he is looking 1000 yards away for the next target. (he is.) Fel has several tattoos, acquired all over the galaxy. The oldest of them all is his Imperial service bar-code on his right forearm. Galdaart suffers from an incurable inner-ear condition which deep-core spacers refer to as 'land-sickness.' The phenomena is attributable to too many hours spent off-world in zero-grav conditions, and is most common amongst long-haul, human cargo crews. The effects are only noticeable in-atmo, and consist mainly of a telltale 'off-kilter' gait, like the subject is slightly dizzy. Nausea is uncommon, but possible.

BIOGRAPHY:

Galdaart Fel is, whether he likes it or not, one of the most infamous smugglers in the known galaxy. He has pulled off seemingly impossible jobs in the Outer Rim, steering clear of the Core. Fel has been a loner, a reticent privateer who never used four syllables, when three would do. Nobody who hired Galdaart could say much about him, except that he got the job done. Galdaart is what acquaintences would call "A no good, lying poodoo... but a cunning warrior, a highly skilled pilot, and a loyal friend." Galdaart has the look of a man who has spent too much time off-world: thin, wiry, and a little malnourished, he walks with the gait of one who is both hunter and hunted.

Galdaart was until recently a solitary adventurer. He is slow to trust, and often prideful without cause. He lives by his own code of smugglers' ethics, and rarely stays in one place for long. He would say "live free or die," if he were prone to speeches (he is not.) Galdaart lives for the thrum of engines in his ears, and open space through the cockpit canopy. Freedom is highly prized and protected. Galdaart would tell you that he "doesn't ever remember calling any world home," and that would be mostly true. Since the age of twelve, he has stowed away, crewed, or captained a vast number of ships, all of which were more home to him than the Taris underworld, where he was born into squalor and poverty, ever was. Right now, home is his ancient YG4210 light freighter, the 'Unfair Advantage.'

Little is known about Galdaart Fel's early life: it is known that he was born in the slums of the Tarisian underworld to a young woman named Irella. Fel never knew his father, and never knew his lineage. Irella left him to fend for himself at the age of seven. Her whereabouts are unknown. Though he is notoriously close-lipped about his past, it is known that the young Galdaart fell in with a teenage swoop gang in order to scratch out an existence in the underworld, where he became a feared pilot and capable (if lazy) mechanic. What is known beyond any doubt is the date Galdaart entered Imperial military service: the 362nd day of the year 12 BBY. Galdaart (now going by the name Fel) was fifteen years old.

'Floating' (Star Wars 2 BBY)

Howdy. This here is the home base... the ship, and the home, the planning thread (to use an ugly Meta term) for a group of smugglers making their way in the 'Verse... a long time distant from us, and a pretty fair ways away from us, too. (see what I did there?) As I said in another thread somewhere, over there-ish (points to the interest check) the ship is ancient. The jobs aren't that lucrative. And what's more, I don't plan to accomplish them all without getting in some scrapes. But as someone wiser than meself once said, getting a ship, keeping her flying, staying one step ahead of them that would shut you down... it's not much, but it's enough. I subscribe to that way of thinking. But truth be told, if we was face-to-face, I'd likely not share my thoughts with you so easily. Kind of a man of few words.

Let me introduce myself. Name's Fel. (No, not that one.) This here ship and me have seen one side of the 'verse to t'other for as many years as you'd care to imagine. Carried just about every type of cargo there is, to just about every destination. Most of which you'd rather stay away from, if'n you had the smarts to know better. On the lookout for a crew. The jobs, I got. But it's easier to watch your back, when you got a second, or a third pair of eyes doing it for you.

**I know this is the OOC thread... but let's get way OOC. OOC of OOC. I wrote this character, or a version of him, for close to ten years on a site called Jedi Vs. Sith. Wrote a bunch of jobs, with a group of fantastic writers, for close to 2000 IC posts. But then life got in the way, and we let it go. I thought for a long while that maybe I had that out of my system. That maybe I had said everything I needed to say with Star Wars. Not so, it seems. This character is so much a part of me, it seems I just can't let it go.**

Something else I should mention. Y'all have seen 'the Mandalorian,' I assume. It would seem that Dave Filoni took some cues from our writing... (I'm not that vain, to think anything of the sort. But the parallels are important.) Everyone who's anyone knows, the bread & butter of the 'Verse is the average Joe. Not the Jedi. Or the Sith, for that matter. Average folk, going about their business, while the Jedi play with their laser swords and magic. I'm pretty serious about this. Force-users are supposed to be a fraction of a percent of the entire population of the Universe. Rare as hen's teeth. Yet almost every story in the Star Wars universe features them, strongly. Revolves around them.

Not this story. Jedi need not apply.

Don't get me wrong... I love a good myth / legend as much as the next guy. When I was small, my daddy certainly told me bedtime stories about creatures - both good and bad - that were out there, somewhere. That's what the movies are. They're the bedtime stories about legendary figures. This ain't that Star Wars. The average person would likely go their entire lives without ever seeing a Jedi. If they're lucky.

Get a ship. (Got one.) Get a crew. (Working on it.) Keep flying. (We'll see...)

-Dee / Fel

Floating.

Whew. Thank goodness. We’ll need a good one. The ship is ancient, and held together with baling twine and bad language.

Floating.

Well, this was just the “I’m fishing” interest thread. Let me put up the RP, and I’ll upload my own character sheet… Check back tomorrow, and I will link the RP in this thread. What were you thinking of for your character? Part of the crew? Passenger?