"I could fix up your walking stick. As well as adding a ruin or two to keep it from rusting, if you wish. We'd have to make a quick stop, but I keep a small forge with me at all times."
Heskin chuckled to himself. The blacksmith's offer was kind but naive. The cane was of Heskin's personal design, and while Zandex was clearly skilled, a forge be of little benefit.
"While your offer is appreciated, Mr. Corean," Heskin haughtily began, "The hammering you would do would most definitely damage the mechanisms inside of it. This is much more than just a walking cane. And if we get to questing, you will have the opportunity to see for yourself."
"Th-thanks Miss!" The boy said, reaching his hand out. The pair enjoyed their time with the Pokemon for about 15 or so minutes before they had their fill.
"Thanks so much for showing off your Pokemon, Miss Smith!" The girl said, smiling brightly. "We probably should see the rest of the festival, so we'll see you later at your show!"
"Ye-yeah..." The boy said, looking away from the gym leader.
The two began to head off into the crowd.
Volkner's expression remained the same.
"Quite a selection." He said, finishing off the Casteliacone. "Got an Electrode back at Sunnyshore. To be honest, I was looking to adopt a Toxel, if you had one. Oh well."
Volkner took a look around at the massive gathering of people. The crowd seemed to be moving towards the Arena for some event, he wasn't exactly sure what was going on.
"Well, you'll get a lot of foot traffic from spectators of whatever is going on." Volkner said. "Maybe seeing some cool Pokemon display will motivate them to adopt one for themselves."
"Thank you Miss Smith!" The girl began petting the Flareon, smiling as she did.
The Tangela hoppped up to the boy, who seems to be a bit slower than the girl for whatever reason. He looked to the mass of vines and red boots and gave it a smile, putting his hand out.
"How does Tangela like to be pet?" He asked.
An hour or two went by before Emily saw a familiar face. Arrive at her both. It was Volkner with a Casteliacone in hand.
"Huh, you found a spot," He said between licks of the Casteliacone. "That's good."
He looked around the booth, looking around at the pokemon there. "What kind of pokemon do you have up for adoption?"
"Wow, that's all of them!" The girl ran towards the Flareon. She reached out her hand and stopped just short of petting it. "Does he mind being touched?" She asked before petting it.
"Well good luck," Volkener nodded, acknowledging his smile. "It was nice talking to you. Usually people have a bigger reaction to me. It's nice to not have to deal with that."
He began walking off and gave a half wave.
"I might stop by your booth a bit later," He called back to her. "Think about maybe..." His voiced got muffled by the noise of the crowd, and Emily wasn't able to hear his final words. She was starting to lose sight of him, as his attire made him easily blend into the crowd.
When Emily turned to see two younger children, probably no more than 12.
As she turned to face them, the two froze. They didn't know she heard them, and were starstruck.
"Oh, um, hello everyone!" She said, and the two jumped a little. "My demonstration doesn't start yet, I'm afraid. But I could let you meet the pokemon I brought with me if you'd like?"
"Definitely!" The girl said, her smile brightening. "That would be awesome!"
The boy unfroze, finally gathering himself. "Yeah! My favorite Pokemon of Miss Smith's is..! Uh..." The boy began to stutter, forgetting his words.
"Your favorite was Tangela, dummy!" The girl next time him jabbed him in the side. She turned to Miss Smith confidently. "Mine is your Flareon."
"I'm a breeder. I hatch, raise, and adopt out pokemon for a living. I came here to open a booth for an adoption event here at the festival. Of course, I brought my own pokemon along for the ride."
"Breeder, huh?" Volkner said, raising an eyebrow slightly. "You already got your space set up? People have been here claiming their spots since this morning."
Volkner lazily gestured towards the crowd of people. Through the bustling mass of individuals, Emily could see several already set up shops and booths, some of which included other breeders.
"Gonna be tough to find prime real estate right now."
"Oh wow..." Sarah heard a high pitch voice from where she thought she saw something. "Isn't she... a gym leader?"
"Yeah! That's Sarah Smith!" Another voice said. "Everyone's here at the Epic Gala!"
Interaction with Emily Edwards
"First time here?" A calm voiced came from behind her. Before she could turn around, a tall, lanky, blonde haired man stepped in front of her. "If it is, I understand why you would be impressed. I used to be the same way, but I got bored with it..."
The man turned to reveal his face. Anyone in Sinnoh would have recognized that blank, expressionless face to be Volkner, Sunnyshore City's Gym Leader.
Goals: Volkner's goals changes constantly, as he finds himself getting bored quickly. He jumps from helping design new technology to help improve Sunnyshore City, fighting off Pokemon Poachers, and whatever captures his attention at the moment.
Background: Volkner grew up on the streets of Sunnyshore City fighting off Pokemon Poachers and Bandits. Eventualy, he became the gym leader of Sunnyshore City and works constantly to improve the life of its citizens. However, he as recently found himself bored with battling and city projects, to the point where he spends most of his time sitting on the beaches of Sunnyshore, staring out at the sea. His gym even gives out badges for free after challengers fight the other trainers in the gym, surprising most trainers at the lack of a gym leader battle.
Gym Leader of What Town?: Sunnyshore City
Team (Just Names and Level, see Rules for Pokemon): Electivire 65, Raichu 61, Luxray 61, Rotom-Heat 61, Lanturn 61, Galvantua 61
Personality(Optional): Consistently altruistic and kind, his demeanor switches from aloof and distant to energetic and engaged, although most find him more the former than the later.
Name: ??? Age: 10 to 12 Appearance: One to the left
Goals: ??? Team: ??? Misc info: She is usually seen with Mysterious Boy, and she seems to be the smarter of the two.
Name: ??? Age: 10 to 12 Appearance: One to the right
Goals: ??? Team: ??? Misc info: He is usually seen with Mysterious Girl, and he usually follows her orders.
Name: ??? Age: Older than 30 Appearance:
Goals: ??? Team: ??? Misc info: Part of the mystery rainbow team that attacked the Epic Gala.
"Mages aren't so bad. Sure, they think too much of themselves, but over all they're decent chaps."
Perhaps you have only met a few mages then! Heskin chided the blacksmith in his head. Their vanity extends not only their mannerisms, but how they treat everything like it is merely a toy to be played with! The countless people killed, crippled, and ruined by magic outnumber the little that is has helped...
His thoughts were cutoff by the chuckle, which crescendoed into uproarious laughter.
"If you couldn't handle your drink, you'd be out cold right now. I tell that just from the smell on your breath. I'm Zandex. Zandex Corean. My friends call me Dex. And if you're looking for a fight, I'd not recommend fighting a warrior who's a blacksmith by trade. I can bend metal with my bare hands."
Heskin wasn't looking to fight, especially with such a brute. At least at close range. Perhaps given some distance, Heskin could have used some of his contraptions to fight him off, kiting the walking fortresses into submission. His hand went to to the satchel where he kept such devices as he thought of this.
Bending metal with his hands is quite a feat... But I don't believe this man is looking to harm me. Heskin's claws went back to his side. He seems quite jovial, as matter of fact. No need for any contraptions.
With a loud clang, Zandex brought the large hammer to his shoulder plate and Heskin was once again brought out of his inner monolouge.
"I'm looking for an adventuring group. I like to travel, but it's dangerous to go alone. That's why I take this."
"I was looking for opportunity for coin," Heskin replied, reaching towards his leather backpack to grab something. "I won't commit myself to your group, but as I was looking for someone else to take a job with, I see a temporary companionship could be beneficial to us both."
Heskin grabbed a worn handheld rod made of metal from his pouch. The contrast of the exemplary quality of the armor right in front of him made him realize how beaten it had become over the years. Slightly embarrassed, Heskin clicked the button on it and it immediately extended into a walking cane. He hoped the functionality and ingenuity of the item distracted from its poor condition.
"I agree to travel with you, Zandex Corean, if you were offering the position to me." Heskin said, slinging the backpack back over his shoulder. He turned to where he thought was the direction of the nearest notice board and began walking. "The day grows short, so there is little time to waste. I suggest we take a look at the notice board, unless you had other ideas on how to find work."
Name: Owecar Pitfenn Species: Human Gender: Male Age: 28 Homeworld: Coruscant
Owecar is a short 5'6" and weighs a little over 150 pounds. His short and relatively sleek stature allows him to fit the smallest of cockpits and weasel his way into the smaller crevices between ships. While on duty, he always wears the standard Republic uniform, with nothing standing out about it other than his rank insignia.
Owecar is always itching to get in a cockpit or fiddle with some tech, so when he’s not doing either, he can be a little ancy. He is jumpy and easily startled when on foot in unfamiliar territory, as he knows his strengths do not lie within fire fights.
His personality changes when he gets behind the controls of a starship, going from anxious to confident. Able to take charge of a squad of fighters or the crew aboard his ship, he calls out orders without a second thought.
In both situations, Owecar is not above making a joke, although the nature of his quips tend to change the more or less confident he is.
Owercar was issued The Iron Tiss'Shar by the Republic, a Aurek Class Starship implemented with a astromech droid connection interface. He has a payment plan that will eventually have him own the ship.
He keeps a blaster rifle on his hip for some personal protection.
He has owned his astromech droid, Essex, since he was 15.
He owns the several tools required for ship maintenance, as sometimes the things given to him by the Republic can be of "well worn" quality
Companions: His Droid, T7-E6, who he calls Essex. Starship: The Iron Tiss'Shar is his personal A-Wing, but can also pilot any Republic freighter or similar starship. It depends on his deployment.
Skills and talents, including level of skill.
Owecar is an ace pilot, haven proven himself in many dog fights in treacherous orbits and the dead of space. He is particularly proud of his actions during the Raid on Obroa-skai, an attempt by the Mandalorians of Serroco to seize the Republic Dominated planet’s massive amount of data files. Owecar greatly influenced the tide of battle in favor of the republic.
Owecar's time spent as a youth makes him an excellent droid repairsman. He knows the repair procedures of almost every common droid on the market, and can sometimes figure out the mechanics of more exotic droids, provided they aren’t too abstract. However, given an owner’s manual and time, he’ll have the droid fixed up in no time.
As Owecar works as a team with Essex on repairing and maintaining his starship, and knows the difference between his power damper and power modulator.
Known combat experience, training and weapons training.
While Owecar has trained with a blaster rifle and pistol, he is far from being adept with them. He barely passed the requirements in the firing range (which may have been fudged due to the need of soldiers at the time) and doesn't own a blaster rifle to this day. He keeps a basic blaster pistol at his side at all times, but it acts only as a last resort, were he to be boarded.
Role, specialization and responsibilities pertaining to the subject’s military deployment
Owecar switches between piloting Republic transports or flying Aurek Fighters into small skirmishes when the Republic needs to take care of galactic scum. A respected soldier, he can be trusted with more difficult or confidential missions, if need be.
List and description of known and suspected flaws
Owecar's specialty relies strictly in the sky, and without a ship to fly or a machine to repair, Owecar can offer very little.
Major achievements
Owecar's greatest achievement to date was leading Lima Squadron to take down the Mandalorian cruiser leading the the Raid on Obroa-skai and several supporting starhips along the way.
Major failures
Owecar finished his military training with one of the worst accuracy and blaster proficiencies grades in his class.
Owecar grew up yearning to pilot his own ship in space. His dreams originated from his drifter father, Lawshaw Reieat, whose only stayed with Owecar and his mother, Celmon Pitfenn, when he needed to lay low from his smuggling jobs. When Lawshaw was around, he would tell his son about the adventures and wonders he experienced in space. The tall tales he spun filled Owecar with awe, much to his mother's dismay. Celmon was a droid repair woman and wanted Owecar to stay on Coruscant with her when he grew up, not be an outlaw like his father. As much as Owecar loved his mother, he would go against her wishes and train to be a space pilot whenever his father was in town.
However, the love Owecar had for piloting didn't detract from his interest with tinkering. Truly being a product of both his mother and father, Owecar loved playing around with machines almost as much as he wanted to fly. He spent most of his youth helping Celmon out in her repair shop and eventually became skilled enough to be one of her employees. When Owecar was 15, Celmon bought a damaged T7 astromech droid for parts. Seeing this droid as an opportunity to test himself and bring him one step closer to becoming a pilot, Owecar begged his mother to let him keep it to try and repair for himself. After staying many nights late to help her out, lots of grovelling, and a well timed Festival of Life gift, Owecar got his wish and was given the droid T7-E6, which he affectionately called Essex.
It took Owecar two years to make Essex fully functional. This was due to a combination of trying to get familiar with the droid and getting the right parts. But after getting the right perception filaments, Essex was fully online and functional. The two became close quickly, as a young boy would with a new pet. With his astromech fully repaired, Owecar was determined to start his piloting career as soon as possible.
Owecar was limited in the options to make himself a career pilot. One was to start from scratch, buy his own ship and try to sell his services to anyone who he could find. The second was to join an already established ship's crew, hoping one day to reach the rank of pilot. His final option was to enlist in the Republic Navy, where he would get plenty of time in the sky during the Great Galactic War. After a bit of internal debate, Owecar decided the best way to fly in space was to enlist himself into the Republic Navy.
Owecar's mother was not a fan of his plans to join the Navy to say the least. After he enlisted without telling her, the two got into a huge argument, ending with Owecar storming out of his former home. To this day, he still hasn't returned to talk to make amends with his mother. Relations with his father weren't much better, as he stopped coming by their home since Owecar received Essex. With no one keeping him tethered to Coruscant, Owecar began his training for the Republic Navy immediately.
Owecar's training was quick, but effective. Due to the combination of the Republic needing pilots and him having a knack for flying, Owecar was approved to fly for the Republic in a little under two years. His first missions were nothing special, a few escort missions here, carrying some cargo there, just rookie level stuff. The monotony of his work would cease when the Republic called for emergency forces when Serroco Mandalorians initiated an offensive on Obroa-skai to seize the wealth of intel gathered there for the past 13,000 years.
Owecar was put into the hastily made Lima squadron, made of who was available at the time. Thrust into the heat of battle, Owecar flew The Iron Tiss'Shar and more than proved his worth. After an early death of the Lima squadron leader and no chain of command to follow, Owecar took charge and expertly coordinated the destruction of the Mandalorian Cruiser leading the attack. Due to Owecar's slick dog fighting skills and leadership the Buyacir was eliminated and the Raid on Obroa-skai was successfully stopped by Republic forces.
Owecar was awarded for his achievements during the battle by being granted the rank of Petty Officer Second Class. Owecar's piloting skills only continued to grow after that, and with the help of Essex keeping his ships in top condition, Owecar was able to assist in several other Republic operations, and continues to serve them, as long as they keep him flying.
T7-E6 His astromech droid for the past 13 years, Owecar has nicknamed the droid Essex. He has never wiped Essex’s memory, and the two are extremely close.
Celmon Pitfenn His mother, who is a droid merchant on Coruscant. The two had a falling out, and he hasn’t had reconnected with her ever since he left for the navy 10 years ago. Lawshaw Reieat His father, a drifter smuggler whose current whereabouts are unknown. He stopped visiting Owecar on Coruscant when Owecar was 15. Egel Hagatha One of his fellow squad members on Lima squadron. A 25 year old Alderaanian human female, the two are occasionally paired up with each other on missions if the republic needs multiple A-wings on a certain mission, along will Cipp Asmo. Her expertise is all things firearms. Cipp Asmo One of his fellow squad members on Lima squadron. A 42 year old Rodian from Kuat male, the two are occasionally paired up with each other on missions if the republic needs multiple A-wings on a certain mission, along will Egel Hagatha. He is an expert on heavy weapons, and some think he is force sensitive.
Title: The Iron Tiss’Shar Model: Standard Republic Aurek Astromech Droid Fighter, (A-Wing) Class: Starfighter Crew: 1, Pilot plus an Astromech Droid Passengers: 0, maybe 1 small person Cargo Capacity: 20 kg Consumables: 1 week Armament: 2 Heavy Laser Cannons, 2 Proton Torpedos (6 Torpedos held at once) Shielding: Equipped, Medium Shielding Hyperdrive: Class 2 Hyperdrive
While standard republic A-Wing fighter, Owecar and Essex have done a few things to make it more personal. On the right side of the vehicle is an insignia of an open book protected by a shield, the symbol of Lima Squadron. Beneath the insignia,the names Egel, Cipp, Owecar, and T7-E6 are scratched in, a touch the group added to all their fighters one night celebrating the victory of the Raid on Obroa-skai. On the left side of the vehicle is the vehicle's personal insignia, the helmeted head of a Krayt Dragon. Owecar chose this symbol simply because he thought it was cool.
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