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Kotan Vil (2)

Character's name: Kotan Vil

Race: Clawdite

Faction: Independent Systems

Character Alignment: Neutral / Dark

Character Background: Kotan Vil didn't come from nothing. She came from less then nothing.

Born on Zolan a few years after the rise of the Galactic Empire, her family was already living as second-class citizens under the oppressive rule of the Zolanders when Imperial Intelligence, fearing the shapeshifting Clawdites would use their abilities against the Empire, blockaded the planet and provided passive support to the ruling class to keep their recalcitrant shapeshifters in line. She lost her father, a former Captain in the Confederate Navy, to an Imperial firing squad when she was little, and her mother vanished into a Zolan death camp for 'subversive activities' a year later, leaving her to fend for herself and do what she could to survive. It was a wretched experience, but it wasn't enough to break her, not until she could pay the Empire back ten times over for what they did to her.

When she was barely a teenager, she got her chance almost on accident when she witnessed a TIE Fighter lose control and crash near where she was holed up. Making sure the pilot was dead in the most direct way possible, she stole the pilot's suit and activated the ruined fighter's distress signal. "ZA-592" was chastised for his carelessness in causing the crash and sent back on duty, and when "ZA-592" failed to show up to his duty shift the next day, "Captain Olien" was directing his Tartan Patrol Cruiser back to the shipyards of Kuat for scheduled repairs, only to be diverted to hunt down a rebel task force operating in the area.

Needless to say, when the rebels were accosted by Captain Olien in his far superior ship only for the Imperial officer to immediately surrender and reveal her true identity, they were immediately impressed with the inherent talents of the wily Clawdite and she was given command of the very ship she stole to fight the Empire. Kotan Vil quickly earned a reputation as a daring battlefield commander even at such a young age, spearheading raids on Imperial supply lines when she wasn't personally leading infiltration missions deep into Empire controlled territory. Kotan's staunch, almost fanatical hatred of the Empire earned her allies among the more radical elements in the Rebellion, and as she grew more experienced she came to realize that her prodigal skill and ability to deceive the weak-minded was more then just luck or tenacity; she was force-sensitive, inadvertently calling on these abilities to help her fool the weak-minded and catch glimpses of the future.

The war wasn't over after Endor though, least of all for Kotan. The Imperial Remnants still lived, and she received word that her home Zolan was on the brink of civil war in the wake of the blockade's collapse. She petitioned loudly for the New Republic to send a fleet to liberate her people before they were slaughtered by the Zolanders and their Imperial puppet-masters, but she was met with silence; the Grand Moff who oversaw the blockade was in talks with the New Republic to surrender, and they couldn't risk provoking him while the negotiations were ongoing. Kotan went anyway, taking her ship and whoever else would join. It would have been a battle like any other, a triumphant victory to add to the dozens she possessed, but when the Moff realized the fight was not going his way, rather then surrender or turn tail, he chose to hold the planet hostage, threatening to slaughter millions with his Star Destroyer's photon beam. At the height of the standoff, a transmission came in from the New Republic; she was ordered to stand down and surrender, the Moff wasn't to be touched.

Seeing the New Republic back down to curry favor with a madman threatening mass slaughter shattered her faith in the fledgling Republic, and in a moment of pure instinct and vengeful rage, she turned around and crushed the Moff's throat with the power of the Force. It made her a pariah to the forces of the New Republic, but to the downtrodden and especially to her own people, it made her a hero, perhaps moreso then she ever was in the Rebellion, and her re-emergence in the camp of the Neimoidian princess Pomda Duigro, a prominent figure in the growing independence movement, has proven to be quite a draw for those who find the New Republic's image to be tarnished.

Character Personality: At first glance, Kotan Vil comes across as rather quiet and contemplative, quietly working away or thinking over her actions before moving, showing a particular talent with the Force as well as combat, strategy, and piloting. Like any proper Clawdite though, it's clear on a second look that there's something beneath the surface. Sometimes it's a burst of childlike wonder at something new, or a inspiring and decisive command that turns the tide and saves the day. Other times it's something darker, giving into a fit of vengeance or fury, oftentimes turned against the old Empire and those who show loyalty to it. Her enemies say she's wicked, a bloodthirsty firebrand enslaved by her own anger and given in to the dark side, and her admirers say she's a revolutionary, a woman deeply concerned with the plight of those left broken and scarred by the Empire.

Character's Physical description: When she's wearing her own face, she looks like your typical Clawdite with the reptilian green skin, sunken cheeks, and large golden eyes with slit-like pupils, while her hair tends to remain black and styled in a short pixie-ish cut. She's fairly tall for her age but rather scrawny, and when she isn't forced to wear her uniform she tends to stick to her usual casual attire.

Character Class: Force Sensitive

Items:
-A reliable DL-18 blaster at her hip, just in case.
-A red synth-crystal, a gift from a friend kept for good luck. Yet to be used.
-Mirage, her personal star ship. A prototype that was meant to respond to the popular A-wing design, it's a strong air-superiority fighter with a suite of interference jammers that makes tracking and firing on the ship with lock-on technology difficult. This version has been modified with better armor and a hyperdrive, pushing it more towards a general purpose role.

Supporting Characters:

-Akula: A female Gen'Dai who worked as a mercenary during the Clone Wars and the early days of the Empire before falling in with the Rebellion. Standing four feet over most other species and bedecked in heavy armor (and inexplicably an imperial cap on top of her armored helmet), she stoically goes into battle armed with a clone marine's chaingun and enough thermal detonators to blow a hole clean through a Star Destroyer. Perhaps because of their mutual hatred of the Empire, the two quickly became friends and despite a lucrative arrangement hunting down Imperial holdouts following the defeat of the Empire, Akula readily dropped everything to join her old friend in her defection.
-Lady Pomda Duigro: A Neimoidian noblewoman who orchestrated the overthrow of the Kuati families following the collapse of the Empire, taking their place as master of the Kuat Shipyards. With an eye towards her own power and at least publicly supportive of harsher measures against the remnants of the old empire, she's since become a strong voice in the Independence movement and has even gone so far as to ally herself with the controversial Kotan Vil.

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Kaylee Starsmore was in her quarters gathering everything that she might need for the mission that Master Skywalker had just tasked her with. Excitement coursed through her as she packed a bag for the journey. She made sure that she had her data pad and her med kit, as well as several sets of civilian clothes. Though Luke hadn't shared with her exactly what the mission would entail, she knew that the existence of the New Jedi Order was still a secret to most, and due to years of the Empire's anti-Jedi propaganda, the general view of the Order itself was complicated at best. So she felt that it was perhaps prudent not to advertise her presence.

As she was placing the last of her things into a duffel bag, there was a knock at her door. She hadn't been expecting anyone, though she suspected that it may have been Master Skywalker coming to give her the final details of her mission.

“Come in.” She called out to whoever had knocked.

No sooner had the words left her lips than Horn and Rush both entered her room. Horn was what many people would consider a good looking man. Tall and powerfully built with long blond hair and a matching, well trimmed beard. Rush was was tall and wiry, with dark hair which was usually pulled back in a high ponytail and sported a short black beard. As usual, both men were sporting their Jedi robes, Horn in his gray and blue wear, and Rush in his black and brown robes.

Wow, it didn't take long for word to spread. Kaylee thought to herself as she regarded her two friends.

“Sneaking off without saying goodbye?” Horn teased, a big grin plastered across his face.

“Not cool.” Rush chimed in with his arms folded over his chest and a look of mock disapproval on his face.

“No, not at all. Lu-Master Skywalker just kind of sprung this on me.” Kaylee told them.

“I'm happy for you. You're ready for this.” Horn told her. Coming from him, that meant a lot. Though they had grown close in the time that they've been training together at the Praxeum, Horn was more than just her friend, he was her mentor. He had almost as much to do with her training as Master Skywalker had, and his word carried a lot of weight. Hearing his words of encouragement helped to calm the fears that she had, the fears that she was not ready, that she was in over her head.

“He's right.-” Rush added. “-you're one of the best Jedi here, and you're ready to take the next step. You've got this.” Rush told her in a more serious way than his normal demeanor.

“Thanks guys. Really, it means a lot.-” She said as she grabbed her bag and headed toward the door. “-but I have to get out to the landing pad, they're expecting me any minute, and I really don't want to be late to my first mission.”

A short time after saying goodbye to her friends, Kaylee made her way to the landing pad where she found the freighter that would be taking her on her mission with the recently arrived Jedi, Tyrell Omi-Ren. She tingled with anticipation as she made her way up the entry ramp, and she stopped just outside of the open door. Not wanting to surprise the occupants of the freighter, she announced her presence.

“Hello?-” She called to anyone inside the ship who might be nearby. “-I'm Kaylee Starsmore, I understand we have a mission.”

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The SSD Lazarus, Somewhere in the Unknown Regions

Admiral Lez'Kava'Layro, or as she was known by her Core name, Kava, sat behind her semi circular desk within her personal office. The dark gray durasteel that made up the walls gave the space an uninviting appearance. The office space was completely bereft of decorations. There was no artwork hanging from the walls or otherwise displayed throughout the room. This was in stark contrast to her predecessor, who had also used this space has his personal office. At that time, portraits of the Admiral and his family adorned the walls, as well as certificates and other honors that he had accumulated over his years of service. There were also relics and other keepsakes that he had acquired, including his favorite piece, the tooth of a krayt dragon, which he kept in a transparisteel case on his desk, prominently placed for any who entered his office to see.

However, now there was nothing there that could humanize the Admiral. This was by design. It served as a reminder to anyone who entered the office that had a singular focus, and that was to restore the Galactic Empire to glory.

For five years, her fleet had remained hidden in the Unknown Regions waiting for the right time to strike. During that time, she had been keeping appraised of the situation in the larger galaxy through various means, including sending spies out into the galaxy with the sole purpose of delivering her the information that she needed to plan.

To say that the last five years had been eventful would be an understatement. A New Republic had formed, though it was not as strong as it would like to portray to the galaxy at large. Somewhere in the galaxy, one of the heroes of the Rebellion, the one who had supposedly been responsible for the death of not only the Emperor, but Lord Vader as well, Luke Skywalker, had set out to resurrect the Jedi Order. As for the Empire, it had not so much fallen as it had fractured. Former Imperials setting out on the galaxy, happy to carve out a piece for themselves. Setting themselves up as second rate despots to rule over those who would allow it.

The weak leading the weaker. Kava found it to be a pathetic turn of event.

And then there was Ozzel. He had managed to remain in the seat of power on Coruscant, however, according to her spies, he was content with his current situation. He appeared to have no intention of reclaiming territory that had been lost to the rebels. As far as she was concerned, he might as well be working with the rebels themselves, because his inaction was nothing short of treason.

“The fool.-” Kava spat as she read the information from the datapad in her hands, detailing what her spies had learned of the Imperium's plans, or lack thereof, as it were. “-Old age has not been kind to Ozzel. It;s made him weak. Complacent. This...this is not acceptable.”

“Agreed Admiral.-” Captain Bryce nodded as his superior's words echoes his own thoughts on the matter. “-There were also some reports of the rebel fleet amassing near Utrost. It could be possible that they are planning some sort of attack. Though, I believe such an attack would be foolhardy.”

“No, not in the least. Utrost is just a short jump to Coruscant. It would give the rebels a staging ground for a larger invasion.” Kava retorted without taking her eyes from the datapad.

“You think they're going after Coruscant?” Bryce asked, his voice filled with astonishment.

“Coruscant has been the capital of the ruling government for thousands of years. There are some in the galaxy who are sentimental, and will not accept a new government who rules from another seat of power. So yes, it would make sense for the rebels to make a play for Coruscant.” Kava said, finally bringing her crimson eyes to meet her captain's gaze.

“That is...a good point.” Bryce said finally.

“Captain, contact the Dominus, begin preparations.-” She said as she put the datapad down on the desk. “-I want the fleet mobilized in four hours.” She said with a smile.

“And our destination, Admiral?” Bryce asked, already knowing the answer. His suspicions confirmed when she answered him with a grin.

“We're going home.”

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Joren and Dono found themselves in the cramped sewers beneath Hutta Town. The sewers were not the cavernous wonders that could be found in holodramas, large enough for large groups of beings to engage in close quarter combat with room to spare. To the contrary, the sewers in Hutta Town proved to be a very tight fit, barely large enough for a full grown human to squeeze through. Slowly, they made their way to their destination:

The Kath Hounds' compound.

The compound itself once belonged to one of Grakkus the Hutt's Consiglieres. It was uniquely equipped to keep intruders out, boasting magnetically sealing blast doors, blaster turrets, and even guard posts at four points around the compound. There was also the issue of motion detectors on the premise of the compound itself.

Getting into the compound for a direct assault was not only impossible, it was a suicide mission. Fortunately, with Nyna's help, Dono had found the schematics for the compound, and discovered a sewer access point inside of the compound itself. The only problem, was that it was across the compound from the detention area. Which meant that Dono and Joren would have to sneak through the corridors of the compound, avoiding the Kaths inside the compound, make their way to the detention area, break in, and then get Kelsa out of her cell and back out of the compound where Nyna would be sitting in a waiting speeder to get them out of there quickly.

“Easy enough.” Joren had said to Dono after the Mandalorian had proposed the plan. Joren knew that it was a long shot, and there was a good chance that more than likely, they'd all end up dead. But it was the only chance they had.

“It'll be no problem. Just wait.” Dono had said, failing to make his friend feel better about their odds.

As tight of a fit as it was, they pushed forward. It seemed as if they had been trudging through the sewers for hours, fighting for every inch forward. Dono led the way through a narrow opening, and then he looked up, shining his light toward the ceiling.

“This should be it.” He said pointing out a small grate, just large enough for a human to fit through directly overhead.

“You're sure?” Joren asked.

“According to the schematics Nyna was able to dig up, yeah. This should put us inside the compound.” He said as he reached up and began to open the grate.

Once up, he reached down and took hold of Joren's hand, pulling him up out of the hole. Once they were both inside the compound, Dono silently motioned for Joren to follow him. Stealthily, they moved down the long, dimly lit corridor until they came to an four way intersection. Dono checked the holomap that Nyna had uploaded the HUD in his helmet and motioned that they needed to take a left. Dono hugged the wall and craned his neck to look around the corner and immediately put his hand up, signaling Joren to stop.

In the hallway just beyond the intersection, stood six Kath Hounds standing guard. Joren was confident that between himself and Dono, they could easily take the gang members standing guard. However, they couldn't do it quietly. If they engaged the thugs, every Kath in the compound would know that they were there, and Kenso would surely kill Kelsa, and this would have all been for nothing.

So they stood silently and waited.

Eventually, four of the Kaths moved on to another section of the compound, leaving just two of the Kaths standing guard in the corridor. Dono made him move before Joren knew what was happening. He crept up behind the pair of thugs, and in a single, fluid motion he sank his hidden vibroknife into the side of the first thug's neck, let go of the blade and grabbed the other in a headlock, and with a swift jerk, snapped his neck. Once the two thugs were taken care of, Dono and Joren stuffed their bodies into a nearby maintenance closet and continued on their way.

The rest of the journey to the detention area was uneventful. In fact, they didn't cross paths with a single Kath Hound. In fact, it went so smoothly that unease radiated through Joren. And it hit him:
Kenso knew that they were there.

He looked to his Mandalorian companion, and it was clear to him that Dono knew it too. It was a trap, and they just walked right into it.

Just as they reached the door to the detention area, they could hear footsteps racing toward them. Joren couldn't tell just how many Kaths were on their way, but he could tell that they were easily outnumbered. They stood ready to fight as more than a dozen Kath Hounds swarmed into the hall in front of the detention area, then, the blast doors that led into the cell block opened, and more men appeared. They were far outnumbered, and they were surrounded.

The staggering odds did not deter Dono. He pointed his blaster at one of the approaching thugs and was prepared to fire. However, Joren knew that if he did, not only would they certainly be killed, but doing so would also seal Kelsa's fate, if she were still alive. So he reached over to Dono, and with his hand pushed his blaster downward. Dono immediately looked at him, as if to ask what he was doing, but he understood Joren's intent, and holstered the blaster.

“Alright, we surrender.” Joren said, raising his hands, a gesture which Dono reluctantly followed suit.

They were grabbed and their arms were bound by several of the Kaths, and they were forced away from the detention center. They were taken down a yet another long corridor, through several blast doors to another section of the compound. They came to a large set of double blast doors, and after the Kath Hound that was leading them punched in a security code, they were brought into brightly lit room which had computer stations set up around the room, and a large holodisplay screen in the center.

And standing before that holodisplay screen, was Kelsa, held at blaster-point by Amaral Kenso.

“You can take those off-” Kenso said, motioning for his man to release the bindings that restrained Joren and Dono's arms. “-That will be all. Thank you.” Kenso said to his thugs, who in turn, made their way out of the room. Though, Joren didn't need the Force to know that they stood just on the other side of the door.

Amaral Kenso dropped the blaster to his side and ran his left hand through his long blonde hair. Kenso was a larger man. Thickly built, he looked as if he could tear a Blurrg apart with his bare hands. Though he was only a few years older than Joren, his features were weathered, his skin was cracked, and he looked much older than he actually was. His apparent aging was mostly due to the lifestyle that he lived. He had lived a life with few rules, he lived fast, and he lived hard, and that had appeared to have taken a toll on him.

“Are you all right?” Joren asked Kelsa, ignoring the gang leader. Kelsa nodded that she was, which was a relief to both Joren and Dono.

“Joren, Joren, Joren.-” Kenso started, clicking his teeth as he shook his head while looking down at the floor, before bringing his gaze back to the duo. “-We have a slight problem, my friend. You owe me 75,000 credits for that stunt you pulled. I checked the chance cubes, they weren't loaded. But I know you cheated. And nobody cheats me.” He said, his voice rising slightly.

“I didn't cheat you, Kenso. And I only took you for twenty-five.” Joren countered.

“Consider the rest interest.-” Kenso said with a grin. “-So, here's how this s going to work. You can pay me what you owe me now, and we'll forget this whole affair.” Kenso paused, still grinning from ear to ear.

“Not going to happen.-” Joren said. “-I don't owe you anything. And even if I did, I don't have that kind of credits.”

“Or...-”Kenso said, drawing out the word as he spoke. “-You belong to me. You and your Mando dog. You do what I say, no questions asked. I give you a job to do, you do it. You are mine until you've paid your debt.”

“Never gonna happen.” Joren said defiantly.

“And you, Mando?” Kenso asked, turning his attention to Dono.

“Sorry.” Dono said flatly.

“Looks like you'll just have to kill us. Or try, anyhow.” Joren said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Kill you? Oh, my friend, I have no intention of killing you. Not yet, at least. So I'm going to make this offer one last time, and I want you to really think about your next words, because if you don't agree to my terms, you will live to regret it.” Kenso said smugly.

“I already gave you my answer Kenso. Get karked,” Joren said, refusing to give in to the gangster.

“Well now, that's really unfortunate.” Kenso said as he raised his blaster and pointed it first at Joren, and then he moved his arm, aiming it directly at Kelsa's head. “I said that you were going to live to regret it. Such a shame to waste such a fine 'specimen.'” He said as he began to squeeze the trigger.

“NO!” Joren shouted as he reached out through the Force, pushing Kenso's arm away, which caused him to fire two blaster bolts harmlessly into the wall.

Without hesitating, Dono lifted his arm, and fired a bolt from his wrist blaster, which hit Kenso between the chest and the shoulder, dropping him in the process. Though he seemed to be un-phased by what he had seen, the truth was that he was in a state of utter disbelief. Had he actually just seen Joren do what it appeared that he did? Could his friend have lied to him about who, and what he was for all of this time? He didn't know what this meant, for him, for their friendship. However, these were concerns for another time, because if they didn't get out of this compound now, it would all be a mute point.

“Joren, this way!” Dono said as he motioned for the blast doors.

Joren ran over to Kenso where Kenso lay, writhing in pain from the surprise blaster shot that he had taken. He reached down and grabbed Kenso's blaster, then, for good measure slammed the butt of the weapon into the gang leader's temple, rendering him unconscious. He then made his way over to Kelsa and ran his hand over her shoulder and down her arm, as if you comfort her as well as making sure that she really was alright.

“You'll have time for that later. We gotta go.” Dono shouted as he activated the blast doors.
Dono immediately opened fire as the trio stepped out of the security room, surprising the Kath Hounds that stood guard. Joren fired off several shots as more Kaths raced toward them. Dono quickly went over to one of the fallen Kaths and retrieved their blasters, which had been confiscated when they were captured, and tossed Joren his. Joren held his blaster and felt a level of comfort with the familiarity with the weapon. He then handed Kelsa the blaster that he had taken from Kenso.

“You might need this.” He said.

“I don't even know how to shoot.” Kelsa protested.

“I can't think of a better time to learn.” He said as he grabbed her hand and led her as they began running down the corridor behind Dono.

“I can...!” Kelsa exclaimed as she followed.

They ran down the corridors, Dono, using the holomap in his HUD led the way. They passed two intersecting corridors, and then when they reached the third, they took a left and came to another intersecting corridor. They took a right, and made it to the door which would lead them out of the compound. However, someone shouted at them from the corridor just to the left of the exit.

“Don't move!” The voice shouted.

Joren looked toward the source of the command, and was shocked to see that it did not come from a member of the Kath Hounds, instead, it was from a white armor clad Imperial Stormtrooper, one of several who had leveled their weapons at the trio as they tried to escape. Joren raised his weapon and fired at the stormtroopers, taking them by surprise. Dono and Kelsa joined in, and by the time the door had opened, all six of the stormtroopers lay motionless on the floor.

“Come! This way!” Dono shouted as he led the other two toward the rendezvous that he and Nyna had agreed on.

“Get in!” Nyna cried as she brought the speeder to a screeching hault just as more Kath Hounds and stormtroopers made their way toward them.

Dono provided cover fire as Kelsa and then Joren jumped in the speeder, before jumping himself, still returning blasterfire at their pursuers.

“GO! GO! GO!” Dono yelled once he was in the speeder.

“Hang on to your seats!” Nyna shouted to the others as she put the speeder in gear and raced upward to the skylanes, where they disappeared into the evening traffic.

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Character's name: Moff Elliott Drak

Race: Human

Faction: Imperial Remnant, holds Mandalorian Space

Character Alignment: Evil

Character Background: Drak was established as the governor of Mandalore after its occupation, since it was decided to be too rebellious to allow its own government. Through his reign, the Mandalorians were oppressed a great deal, the reasoning mostly unknown. Most assumed he had a prejudice, but nothing was ever confirmed. However, about 18 years after his take over and several promotions, the Mandalorians attempted a mass revolt, which lead to what Historians classify as the Great Purge. Moff Drak lead the Great Purge, after it was greenlit by the Emperor, and through a series of months slowly genocided the people, erasing their culture and history. Much was lost, with little remaining between the small pockets of Mandalorians that still exist. The planet of Mandalore is still occupied, along with several other planets and systems around it, even after the Emperor's death. Moff Drak rules over his domain with an iron fist and does whatever in his power to ensure his power remains his.

Character Personality: Cold, uncaring, efficient. Moff Drak is the epitome of the concept "The End justifies the means." He will do all in his power to achieve his goals, even if that requires destroying everything around him. He is a cruel man, that cares very little about anything besides himself.

Character's Physical description: A tall man with an angular face and piercing eyes. He wears a small goatee and his hair has greyed from age.

Character Class: Bureaucrat

Items: Dozens of pilfered Mandalorian artifacts, a number of smelted Beskar ingots and a small fleet orbiting the sector.

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Admiral Kava

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Character's name: Admiral Kava (Lez'Kava'Layro)

Race: Chiss

Faction: Imperial Remnant

Character Alignment: Evil

Character Background: Lez'Kava'Layro was recruited at a young age for a role within the Imperial Navy by Grand Admiral Thrawn himself. Before the rise of the Rebellion, Thrawn had brought several high ranking officials within the Empire to Csilla for a series of secret meetings and to identify others of his species that may prove useful to the Empire. It was here that Thrawn had been impressed by Lex'Kava'Layro's ability to break down military formations and come up with counter strategies through a series exercises that had been developed to test a subject's potential. She was taken from her home and enrolled in the Imperial Academy on Carida, where she was placed in the Officer Corps, under the name of Kava.

Upon graduating from the Imperial Academy, she was placed on the Executor class Super Star Destroyer Lazarus, where she quickly climbed the ranks and within only a few short years had gained the rank of Vice Admiral. There were rumors among the crew that her fast ascendancy was due to the fact that she had caught the eye of Admiral Joonas Teirdal.

Despite the rumors, Vice Admiral Kava and Admiral Teirdal did have a close working relationship. He saw her as a protege, and eventually friend. However, this proved to be short lived.

Shortly after the Battle of Hoth, the Lazarus was on routine patrol in the Outer Rim when it came into contact with a GX1 short hauler shuttle that was drifting aimlessly. Using the tractor beam, they brought the shuttle on board the Lazarus. Unfortunately for the Lazarus, this was a trap. The short hauler had several dozen heavily armed insurgents in the cargo hold who stormed the ship. Fortunately, the insurgents were quickly put down, but not before killing several officers, including the ship's captain, and Admiral Teirdal.

The death of the beloved Admiral left a void on the Leviathan, a void that Kava, now admiral, looked to fill. Though at first she was mocked, both due to her young age and the perceived way that she had attained her position, she soon began earning the respect of her crew through a string of impressive victories over the rebels.

After the destruction of the second Death Star, and the deaths of both the Emperor and Lord Vader, Admiral Kava retreated to the Unknown Regions with part of her fleet, where they wait to return to the galaxy at large, and restore the Empire to power.

Character Personality: Kava is a contradiction. At times she is cold and calculating, a temperament befitting a master strategist of her caliber. Then, at other times she can be seen as brash and impetuous. She is a driven woman who knows what she wants and is willing to do whatever it takes, and sacrifice whoever she needs to in order to achieve her ultimate goal, the destruction of the New Republic, and the rebirth, and expansion of the Empire.

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Character Class: Imperial Fleet Admiral

Items: 7 Imperial Star Destroyers, 2 Interdictors, 10 Light Cruisers, 2 Executor Class Super Star Destroyers, The Lazarus and The Dominus

Supporting Characters:

Captain Grendron Bryce- Captain of the Lazarus, seen by many as Kava's attack dog. A stern Imperial Captain whose loyalty lies with not only the Empire, but the Empire as envisioned by the late Emperor Palpatine. Captain Bryce wants nothing more than to bury the New Republic and restore the Galactic Empire to it's former glory. He is also seen as the true brains behind Kava's fleet by some of the higher ranking officials within it.

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KX-1B1- A KX Series Imperial Security Droid modified for protocol and assassination. Known simply as “Beeone,” is Admiral Kava's personal security guard, and thus, is never far from the Admiral.

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Tyrell Omi-Ren, Jedi Master Talia Meetrik, and Jedi Master Luke Skywalker

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The Nighthawk rippled through hyperspace, within it her crew went about their duties. Relani sat in the pilot chair browsing through her holodramas, making sure she was up to date on all the latest gossip meanwhile Thriik was in the hold cataloguing their latest find. The old Gotal wasn’t incredibly happy with the idea of handing over some of what they had found to a stranger on a backwater planet, it didn’t matter that he was a war hero and apparently trying to rebuild the Jedi Order. As far as he saw it he had been working with Tali and Tyrell in order to preserve Jedi artifacts, not hand them out. Eventually it came down to a vote, and even then the deal was that only artifacts that had been thoroughly studied and catalogued could be removed from the repository. Even now they didn’t have much, but it was a start.

Tyrell and Talia sat meditating in the common room. Eyes closed, Tyrell felt the flow of life as the Nighthawk passed planets and systems, some mapped and others left behind. He opened his eyes as he felt the ship drop out of hyperspace. Standing up he took the short walk to the cockpit, settling himself into the co-pilot seat beside Relani. He gave her a friendly punch on the shoulder. “Thought you said we’d be here hours ago?”

She flashed a scowl back at him. “I’d like to see you do better.”

“Well maybe if you’d ever let me fly…”

“After last time? No chance you’re flying my ship.” Tyrell feigned a look of horror.

“First of all, not my fault. I was distracted, secondly its technically my ship-” The door behind them opened as Talia walked in.

“Technically young Jedi, you stole it.”

“Commandeered It sounds so much better that way.”

Relani shook her head as she keyed in the cycle to bring them to the fourth moon of Yavin, meanwhile Tyrell spun his chair around to face his master. “So, if this is the real deal and not some Imperial Trick, will that make me a Jedi Knight?”

Talia chuckled. “Yes, I think it will. You’ve faced many trials, far more than what I needed to do to become a Knight.”

“So what will we do next?” As Tyrell asked the question Relani turned slightly as she listened in on the conversation.

A somewhat sad look crossed the aging Jedis face. “A question for another time-” she nodded at the window. “-We have company.” Two X-Wings approached, s-foils in attack position coming up on either side of the freighter.

Tyrell hit the comm button as the transmission came in. “-This is Blue-One to the vessel Nighthawk you are entering restricted Jedi Space. Please identify or leave immediately.”

Once the transmission ended Tyrell responded. “This is Jedi Knight Tyrell Omi-Ren-” He felt a well of pride at the identification of himself as a Jedi Knight. “-alongside Jedi Master Talia Meetrik. We have come to meet Jedi Master Luke Skywalker.”

Luke Skywalker did his best to contain his excitement as he made his way to the landing pad closest to the Great Temple. The X-Wing patrol around Yavin IV had made contact with a ship that claimed to have a pair of Jedi on board. However, he had his doubts about the authenticity of their claims. He knew that some Jedi had managed to survive the Jedi Purge, yet he had encountered so few of them that doubt was planted and allowed to take root. Yet, he remained cautiously optimistic that these two supposed Jedi were exactly who they claimed to be.

He stood near the landing platform as Nighthawk descended, finally gently touching down. Luke took a calming breath as the ramp extended and the pair of Jedi, a man and an older woman made their way from the ship. If the pair had any ill intentions, Luke couldn’t sense it. Instead, he could feel their apprehension about meeting him, and their suspicions about his intentions. Luke smiled jovially as he stepped toward the pair, extending his hand.

“Hello. I’m Luke Skywalker. You must be Tyrell Omi-Ren-” He said to the younger man, before turning his head to regard the older woman. “-and Master Meetrik. Welcome to the Praxeum.”

Talia led the pairing, while Tyrell brought up the rear as was more traditional for the pair of them during their missions as Master and Apprentice. They both bowed their heads and upper torso towards the Jedi before them. He certainly wore the robes, and had the hair of a Jedi. Tyrell probed with his feelings and could find no feelings of ill-intent or betrayal. All his senses picked up nearby was the surrounding wildlife, and the students within the temple. It eased his conscious, for all extensive purposes this was as it was meant to be. An academy for learning, the rebirth of the Jedi Order.

Talia smiled. “Thankyou, Master Skywalker-” She indicated the temple, even from their spot on the landing platform they could see some people working around a nearby hangar, elsewhere in the shadows some of the younger more curious students could be seen trying to see what was going on. “-I never thought I would live to see this day. I felt that the legacy of the Jedi would be to pass on knowledge from Master to Apprentice with no hope for it ever truly rising again. For the chance to return, I thank you.” She bowed again, overcome with emotion.

Tyrell stepped forward. “I heard about you, y’know. While I was being trained, we heard tales right up to before we went into hiding. I’ll be honest, I thought you were just Rebel Propaganda. It is a pleasure to meet you-” He reached into his robe and pulled out a glowing blue cube, ornate golden patterns inlaid around the surface. “-me and my master have sought to preserve the knowledge of the Jedi. We’ve recovered some old tomes, a couple of lightsabers, armours and robes. Though this is one of our prize possessions, which we give to you-”

Talia interrupted. “-On one condition. Only a Jedi can open a Jedi Holocron, I hope you would not find it rude Master Skywalker if you were to prove you are what you say you are.”

“Of course.” Luke said, understanding what the pair of Jedi were asking.

Luke took the glowing cube from Tyrell and nodded. Since the fall of the Empire, Luke had done some extensive traveling through the galaxy searching for Jedi artifacts, anything that could help him in beginning the Jedi Order anew. During those travels he had come across several of these miraculous devices, and as he held the object in his hand, he was reminded of the first of the holocrons that he had encountered. He had found himself on Zeltros following rumors of a virtual treasure trove that had managed to find itself on the planet which had been known for its tendency for over indulgence. When Luke had arrived, he saw the elaborate architecture and the constant revelry and found it hard to believe that such artifacts would be found in such a place. However, on his second day, he had found what he was looking for. Luke had left the confines of the capital city which shared a name with the world, and found himself in a forest. His guide, a male Zeltron who’s name escaped him at the moment, had led him to a small cave. As Luke had stood at the entrance of the cave, he could feel something inside, an echo in the Force, yet he had to admit that the Force presence he felt was much smaller than he had expected. As he feared when he made his way into the cave, illuminating his way with the green glow of his lightsaber, the “vast Jedi treasure” that he found consisted of exactly a single Jedi holocron. While the discovery of the holocron could prove invaluable to him, he had been led to believe that there would be much more. It was difficult not to feel disappointed by the find, yet Luke had been grateful for the lone artifact.

He clutched the small cube in his hand and tried pulling at the various pieces of it, he tried pulling at it, and pushing it, all in an attempt to get it to open...to no avail. Already disappointed in the lack of Jedi artifacts, he began to grow frustrated with his inability to get the device to open. He became aware of his growing frustration and took a deep breath to center himself. He reached out with the Force, and in doing so, he imagined himself in a long hallway, with only one way out: a single door at the end of the hall. He made his way to the door, and using the Force, he willed it to open. The door resisted at first, however, with little effort, the door pushed open. That was when he heard a voice. He opened his eyes to find the glowing blue figure of a Twi’lek male. He was dressed in ornate Jedi robes, and he seemed to radiate confidence in the Force.

“I am Jedi Master Loden Greatstorm…”

Luke suddenly found himself back in the present, and just as it had back on Zeltros, the Jedi holocron that he held now began to open.

Talia chuckled, Tyrell did so too but more out of nerves than anything else. He wasn’t sure why his former master was chuckling, but that was part of the reason why he was doing it. “Forgive me Master Skywalker though you are an interesting phenomenon. In some ways you radiate power and wisdom beyond your years, and what I myself probably hold. Yet in other ways you are like a young padawan learning the ways of the Force for the very first time.” She ignored the holocron, the image of the long dead Jedi Master appearing. Waving her hand nonchalantly the pieces of the holocron locked themselves back into place, appearing once more to be no more than an ornate cube.

Tyrell offered a very sheepish grin. “Don’t worry Master, she tends to do this to everyone-”

Talia scowled at her former padawan before turning her attention back to Luke. “I wish to rejoin the order, Master Skywalker that I never thought I would see again after Palpatine killed all of my comrades. I predict we’ll have much to learn from each other-” She indicated towards Tyrell. “-My former Padawan, with your permission, will continue his mission to recover ancient Jedi Artifacts.”

Tyrell bowed to the both of them. “It would be my honour, to return more Jedi artifacts and history to its rightful place, while helping restore peace and justice where I can.”

“The honor would be mine.” Luke said to the older woman after her request to join the Order. “I believe that if we work together, we can accomplish great things-” he then looked to the younger Jedi. “If there is anything that I can do to help you in your mission, by all means let me know.”

Tyrell clicked his tongue as he looked at the ground, in all honesty he wasn’t sure what was meant to happen now. They had asked to join the order, Luke had agreed. What was supposed to come next? Some form of exciting ceremony?

Talia spoke up next. “Thank you. I have some other artifacts to one day bring here, though our resident scholar wants to make sure this place is secure and that you are what you say you are first. We’ve at least checked one of these things-” She winked at the younger man and Tyrell rolled his eyes. “-I know you are no doubt busy, though perhaps there is someone who could give us a tour of the praxeum?”

Tyrell cleared his throat. “Actually Masters, I have found something more pressing.” He nodded towards Luke. “I have found a lead on Grakkus the Hutt, the infamous Jedi Collector who tried on one occasion to collect you. I believe that in heading to Nar Shaddaa I can locate his stash of Jedi Artifacts and bring them here-” He nudged Talia “-for Archivist Meetrik to catalogue.”

“Of course. I can arrange that.” Luke said to the older Jedi Master as he motioned for one of his students, the Ithorian, Rhoda who was nearby, to join them. As they waited for the student to get to the landing pad, he turned again to face Tyrell.

The mention of Grakkus the Hutt gave the Jedi Master pause. Grakkus was a ruthless criminal, perhaps almost as dangerous as Jabba had been. However, the last he heard, after the Empire had arrested Grakkus, his entire collection had disappeared. There had been rumors, whispers, that Vader had taken possession of the collection himself, but the truth was, that was only rumors. Nobody knew for sure what had actually happened to the collection. However, if Tyrell had a lead on where the collection was, he had to do what he could to see that it was returned to the Jedi Order, where it belonged.

“That’s...that’s incredible news. By all means, go to Nar Shaddaa. But be careful, it’s a dangerous place. You may even want to take some of the students with you-” Luke suggested, -though, I understand if you would rather go on your own.”

Talia walked off with the Ithorian, leaving Tyrell alone with the older (though not by much) Jedi. “I wouldn’t truly be alone, we have a small crew. A former Guardian of the Whills from Jedha, as well as a university professor. Though if you know of someone who could be of use, then by all means, I bow to your wisdom.” Tyrell threw in a small bow for good measure, a mischievous grin on his face letting the Master know that he was trying to lighten the mood a little bit.

“I do have someone in mind, actually. She’s one of my more advanced students, in fact, if this were the old order, she’d have been ready for the Trials some time ago. I think you might find her useful for your mission.” Luke said with a smile, trying not to laugh at Tyrell’s antics.

“Well technically I never have trails, does that mean I’m not a Jedi Knight?” Tyrell raised his eyebrow, the notion of the other Jedi joining them momentarily forgotten. His master had said he was a Jedi Knight, he certainly felt like one. From what he had been told he was pretty much the embodiment of what a Jedi Knight was. Was there some ritual or ceremony missing?

“It seems to me that you have been through an extraordinary journey, one unlike any that had come before you. I believe that you have already passed your trials, and that you are one of the few Jedi Knights that remain in the galaxy.” Luke told the younger man.

Tyrell radiated pride, it was one thing for his master to say it. Another thing for someone entirely new to say it. “Very well, I shall return to the ship and await the Jedi you are sending with us.” with that he bowed to Luke Skywalker, and retreated back to the ship.

Kaylee Starsmore sat cross-legged at the base of a tree near the main temple. As she meditated, she concentrated on the numerous medium sized stones that rotated around her. It was a nice day, if somewhat humid, however, a slight breeze offered some relief.She often found that this spot, at in front of this particular tree was a good place to come and meditate, particularly when she needed to unburden herself.

There is no emotion, there is peace. she thought to herself as she meditated.

However, as hard as she tried, she just couldn’t keep her mind clear. She had been growing tired of the antics of Rush and Horn. Though she had grown to see them as brothers, they had a way of getting under her skin, particularly when they conspired to subject her to their various pranks. Though, the seemingly constant teasing from her two contemporaries wasn’t the only thing that had been bothering her. While she was growing up, she had grown accustomed to traveling as the daughter of a politician. Whether it was a trip with her father while he was on business, or just a simple vacation, she had grown used to traveling. However, it had been over a year since she had last left Yavin IV on a trip to Chandrila for a ceremony to show off the first students of the Jedi Praxeum. Before that, it had been two years before she had left the moon.

As she sat mulling over her current situation, one of the smaller stones that she was levitating began to orbit around one of the larger stones. Suddenly, there was a large cracking sound, like the sound of a tree trunk was being split in two behind her, followed by a loud crash. Before she could react, the trunk of a tree crashed down before her, followed by a massive boulder, burying the stone that she had been concentrating on beneath the debris.

Kaylee just sat there, her mouth agape as she looked at the mess before her. Then there was a flash of annoyance that rippled through her.

“You smelly nerf herder…” She began to say, ready to give Rush, or Horn, whoever it had been that had interrupted her meditation a piece of her mind.

“Now lift your rock again.” Came a voice that belonged to neither.

“Master Skywalker?” Kaylee exclaimed, unable to hide the surprise from her voice. Luke just stood there with a mischievous grin on his face as he regarded her.

“Kaylee, I have a mission for you.” He told her.

“A mission?” Kaylee asked excitedly.

Luke nodded in response.

“I’m sure you’re aware that we had visitors today. They were a Jedi Master from the old order, who had survived the Jedi Purge, and her apprentice. They will be joining us here, however, he believes that he has found a lead that could uncover the location of a massive collection of Jedi artifacts. He is going to travel to Nar Shaddaa to look into this. I want you to go with him.” Luke explained.

“Me, Master?-” She questioned, “-wouldn’t…” Luke cut her off.

“Kaylee, you’re ready. You’ve been ready for a long time now.” He told her.

“Yes Master.” She said.

“Now go, get your things and meet Tyrell at the landing pad.”

“Yes Master.” She said again, this time with a smile as she raced off toward the Temple.

Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

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