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Darth Simula

Character's name: Darth Simula
Race: Zabrak
Character Alignment: Evil

Character Background
Simula was originally Iridonian, but was a Nightbrother. He was shipped to Darthomir by the Nightsisters. His childhood was spent tilling vegetation and mining for his masters. If that was not enough, on his time away from the mines, he wrestled with his peers and he encountered many different monsters that roamed the land. Then, his day came and he was asked to show up at the Nightsisters mountainous temple.

He arrived early the morning of the trials and brushed off at how uncaring and evil the masters were. He had been observed in a fistfight and while he battled the other Nightbrother many rocks nearby levitated and then dropped. He was not aware of this, so it was analyzed that he did indeed have some Force power.

There was power in him from working on Dathomir, but the Nightsisters needed evidence that the young Simula could serve the dark side. A sith apprentice had been dispatched to the home world of young Simula to test him over a week long casting. He was given a non-lethal lightsaber and told to attack. He had no clue what he was going and got his face planted in the dirt. However, the apprentice noted Simula showed inner strength in the way of rage and greed. He completed his week long run.

He returned to working and fighting beasts for a little bit of time. The Sith apprentice showed up and carried him away. Simula was taken to Korriban. When he arrived he tried to communicate with another young dark sider and he was slapped. Then, he jumped and the two beat each other for several minutes. Later on, he saw the boy that pushed him and they shook hands. The new Sith apprentice was not from Dathomir for the sake of it. He could scrap.

Simula did well his first year. He managed to murder one apprentice in a private duel. It had been nearly a year since he did it and he began to realize that he was becoming the real thing. He remained praciticing his powers and his swordsmanship. He could preform telepathy, and used it to control his duelist's minds to bedumb them and strike them with his lasersword.

While he pushed forward in his training, SImula showed promise in Nimen combat. Such training was dubbed completed, along with doing good work with the style Atura. He was called impulsive and told that the trait was both good and evil, but he received high marks on his disciplined combat styles. He also had a lot of will by showing that his psionic powers were great compared to many of his peers.

After a while Simula decided that he was trained enough to explore the galaxy as a rouge Sith. He left Korriban and headed to his home world Dathomir. There he found that most of the Nightsisters were dismantled. He encountered several survivors that told him about Sith lords burning the place down. He had a brother called Phinix that was slain, and felt hate and rage. But, he would not pursue the culprit. The culprit had done much more good than bad.

Next, he hopped aboard a layman's transport ship and journeyed to Nar Shaddaa. His purpose was to rob and steal as much as possible so he could buy transports, and other things. When he arrived he laid low for a few days while he cased the casinos and the Hutt bookies. Then, over two days he robbed property that was substantial to his own means. He didn't know how much he needed, so he took it all. And before he boarded his ship he had droids that attacked him, and he disposed of them. It was his first fight and he saw victory.

When he arrived at his next destination he experienced one of his very first insights. He felt something alerting him that danger was around the corner. He was on Tatoonie, and he was there to kill and rob anything that looked valuable. He went into one, then two, then another and another. Darth Simula murdered unsuspecting, innocent people as fast as he could swing his lightsaber. The militia unit present on the city quickly armed themselves for lightweight armor and appeared in the middle of the street and pushed him back, causing him to collapse and run away. He hid.

He was uncontrollably enraged, and he stayed a night before he bought another ride. He did not speak the entire transport. In enough time, he resurfaced on Korriban. The masters at the place scolded him and beat him, but acknowledged that he had handled himself well. He apologized while he cried and screamed in agony while they reprimanded. But, his wish come true. He was appointed to an elder Dark Lord called Darth Zaras.

Character Personality
He has never had a good life. He was brought up a slave and then turned out to be a practicioner of the dark side of the Force. His hate, his anger, and all the other anxieties he once was troubled by contributed to his dark path success.

Darth Simula tries to stay levelheaded. He doesn't believe in hard punishment but is strict depending on the scale of failure he confronts. He is not uncontrollable, but finds that total control must be enforced in many different ways, be it addressing a smuggler or an issued order. He does not like to fail in particular, which he is known to be his largest critic. He is narrowminded, but respects liberal viewpoints. Murder is something he perpetrated at the academy and, if it is an order, he gladly carries out the hit.

His disposition is a quiet one. Where other people find love, he finds lust. Where they find admiration, he finds jealousy. When people find something gross, Darth Simula finds it normal. Where people find something to share, he would rather keep it all for himself. And when good is found, he looks into it for evil that may lie within.

Character Class
Force Sensitive (Sith)

Items
Simula carries a single red lightsaber, a scoped blaster pistol, holocomm, currency

Supporting Characters
Darth Diabolus is Simula's master. The two met shortly after Simula returned to Korriban not only having been chased out of Tatoonie, but was found guilty of being a traitor. Diabolus felt a bit of sympathy for the young Zabrak, and offered him a second chance. The training incepted that day, and the two have been Master and Apprentice since then. Darth Diabolus also has another apprentice, Tarak. All of the trials and shake downs have been endured, the Simula and Tarak have pledged to always serve their Master.

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Sheet is possibly WIP. Malg is a very independent character, so I wasn't sure if I should give him any supporting characters to reflect his self-reliant nature. I already discussed with @FalloutJack that Malg and Singe would be connected, so maybe I can get away with listing her there? I'm not really sure.

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Malg

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Character's name: M4-LG, aka "Malg," short for "Amalgamation."

Race: Junk Droid

Faction: New Republic

Character Alignment: Chaotic Good/Chaotic Neutral

Character Background: Malg began as nothing. A long-disabled 21-B medical droid that was tossed into a junk heap Maker-knows how long ago. Malg's former life is a complete mystery: His memory was almost completely blank when he began his second life. His medical database and his vocoder's Galactic Basic dictionary were the only data still intact. Worse still, when he awoke, crawling out of a pile of other droids, he was missing his legs. They had been cleanly taken off. His body was rusting, his systems were displaying countless errors, and yet...he accepted it, for a while. Just assuming that the error messages were normal, that this junk heap filled with corrosive runoff and random machine parts was the only world there was, that he had always been meant to crawl on his belly and drag himself forward with his hands.

So, for two days, he wandered the wastes, crawling over piles of parts he didn't recognize, trying to fight off the pangs of what he didn't know was loneliness, experimenting with the countless strange devices he could find lying around. Things like blaster pistols and servomotors and landspeeders. None of them worked, and the few that did tended to explode, so he stopped after the first three explosions.

Then, he encountered the first other beings he had ever seen. They were a group of what he recognized as Rodians, covered in gear made of metal, wielding contraptions he'd seen in the junk heaps before. The young, nameless junk droid could recognize Basic when he heard it. Watching them from a vantage point atop a cliff, he heard them discussing "hauls" and "junk" and "crazy killer junk droids." He could infer what they were talking about: They were rooting around in the body parts for useful stuff. And a junk droid...well, that was him, wasn't it?

But he wasn't crazy. He was sane! There was nothing crazy about him! And he hadn't killed anyone!

His thoughts were interrupted, however, by the sudden arrival of a...thing. A shrieking, horrible thing, made of the same parts found in the junkyard. The same parts he was made of. Before he could warn the Rodians, it was already upon them. It killed one, and the nameless droid could track with absolute horror every gruesome injury the Rodian recieved. He was dead. Permanently offline.

The shrieking horror was quickly put down by fire from another Rodian's heavy repeater, only for more of them to suddenly appear. Each one was made from thousands of different droids. These...things...were disgusting, ruthless, and, well, murderous. Just like they had said.

The legless medical droid knew he could not fight them. He knew now that he was incomplete, that there were parts lying around here that not only worked, but were dangerous enough that these things were capable of taking down heavily-armed organics. The shouts and dying screams of the Rodians, the whine of blasters, the shrieking junk droids, the blood, guts and burnt metal--it would haunt the droid for the rest of his life.

As he crawled away, hoping against hope that he wasn't seen, he began to formulate dark plans. He would survive, at all costs, no matter how many of these things he needed to put down. These Rodians were not native to Raxus Prime, according to his database. They had arrived from somewhere...off-world, maybe? His database was full of things he didn't completely understand, but there was a cursory mention of the worlds each species came from, if only to understand local diseases, and how a change of envrironment could cause problems for some species.

But that meant there were more worlds out there. Places that were not this hellhole.

He was filled with new resolve. He would scavenge the wastes for parts. He would gather strength and knowledge through those parts, gain enough to fend off these killer junk droids, and make damn sure he wouldn't become like them in the process. And then, he swore, he would find a way off this twisted heap of metal and pain, or die trying.

And so, he did. He painstakingly experimented with part after part, learning how to handle errors and incompatibilities in the most dangerous way possible. He found holocrons and datapads, and with scomp links and a lot of trial and error, he cracked their systems and gathered as much information as he could about the galaxy beyond. He fought off, or hid from, packs of feral droids, and the odd organic driven mad from isolation. And he had no-one to depend on but himself.

He survived, against insurmountable odds, for over two standard years. He eventually became such an amalgamation that he decided to name himself M4-LG, or "Malg." Because he knew that he needed a name if he was to survive on the other worlds. But the more he learned about those other worlds, the more he began to second-guess himself. Here he was, an independent being with no directives left. And yet, he was going to be someone's property at best out there. What was even the point? At least on Raxus Prime he had freedom. Wouldn't it be better to live out his days in solitude, where no-one could make him their slave?

Then he'd have a deadly encounter with a junk droid and he would soon change his tune, at least for a time.

The worst part was the loneliness. There wasn't a single friend out in the wastes. There were natives, but they were too obssessed with their industrial work, and would usually avoid him or try to kill him as a murderous junk droid. There were other droids, but they were all the very murderous psychopaths that the Raxians feared.

But eventually, he'd managed it. All by himself, he had refurbished a junked freighter, and turned it into something that would...hopefully fly? It was as up to code as he could possibly make it. He'd experimented by shooting junk droids with ion pistols and loading them into refurbished starfighters rigged up to a remote ignition mechanism to see if he'd gotten the principles down. His last few tests didn't result in an explosion, so...maybe this thing would work with him inside it?

And, thank the Maker, the Heap flew on its maiden voyage! This was Malg's pride and joy, and he'd studied up on everything he needed to know to get it working, and not die. He'd placed all of his belongings inside of it, he'd made it as comfortable as he could. Aaaaaaand he ended up crash-landing on Tatooine, perhaps the worst place for a droid to crash-land on. Thankfully he survived the impact with only minor damage.

He only had a few hours to get his bearings before the Jawas arrived. They had ion pistols, but he had four arms, his own blasters, and far more combat experience. He killed every last one of them, and stole everything they had on them. Taking their credits, he waltzed into town, shocking the populace. This misshapen droid just walked out of a crash-landing from a junked freighter. Malg was going to raise suspicions. The only thing Malg wanted at that point though was an oil bath. He had never had one in his entire life, and it showed.

While he was on the way, though, he saw an organic, a human this time, keel over in the middle of the road. Wasting no time, he worked on the patient as best he could. The authorities--or what passed for the authorities on Tatooine--soon arrived, and Malg later learned it was thanks to his efforts that the human, an old man, had survived.

The old man, one Codyell Cromay, later came looking for Malg, who was busy repairing his ship at the time, and thanked the droid for saving his life, asking what he would like in return. Malg said that he was thinking about opening up a medical practice, but had no way to get started, being a random junk droid on Tatooine with only a few credits to his name. Turned out that the man owned a major moisture farming concern, and could get Malg set up.

And so he did. With Coydell's credits, Malg opened a small clinic on Tatooine, and would treat anyone who came in. He made a killing, though some didn't really like the idea of a junked medical droid operating totally independently. But when it was a detractor's life on the line, they quickly ate their words when Malg saved their skin. He gained a reputation as one of the best sawbones on Tatooine, which attracted the attention of local crime boss Trazz the Hutt. Trazz was actually quite a sickly man, as he had been struggling with lingering complications after a failed poisoning attempt for the last several years. He'd survived the poison, but was wracked with long-lasting pain and illness after the fact, and eventually, it would kill him.

Trazz had sought every doctor he could get his hands on, using any means he could to prolong his life. He was even willing to kidnap skilled doctors and force them to help him at gunpoint. And so, he "sought out" Malg's help. Unfortunately, Codyell had taken a few blaster shots from a local footpad and was currently on the operating table when a bunch of armed enforcers burst into Malg's office and started raiding the place looking for him. In the ensuing gunfight, Codyell was tragically killed by a stray blaster bolt to the brain, leading Malg to fly into a rage. He emptied his E-11's power pack into all but one of them, and, after running out of ammo, used his labor droid arm, ripped the blaster out of the last man's hand, and crushed his blaster pistol like a tin can right before his eyes. He would have probably beaten him to death for killing Malg's first friend, until the terrified man surrendered, explained why he came here, and offered Malg any information he wanted.

After the man spilled the beans, Malg threw him onto the sandy curb, yelling, "TELL TRAZZ THAT IF HE COMES AFTER ME AGAIN, HE'S A DEAD MAN!" The enforcer ran off, screaming.

Malg knew he had to get off Tatooine. He probably only had a few hours before Trazz found out and ordered him consigned to the droid torture chambers. Thankfully, he had built up a lot of credits and a lot of connections. He grabbed everything he could carry, got into the now-pristine-and-refurbished Heap, and flew off into the reaches of space.

Then, he sought to join the Rebel Army. He'd have friends in the Rebels. It was better than being alone, and there was no way in hell he'd join the Imperials, if they'd even let him in. He served as a combat medic in the Rebel Army, and then in the New Republic, and is fighting against the Imperial Remnant to this day in his own special way, while dealing with Trazz's assassins and bounty hunters.

Character Personality-(Give a solid description on how your character acts, their morals, etc): Malg is, above all, self-reliant to a fault. He is fiercely independent, sometimes to the point of violence: To attempt to fit a restraining bolt onto him is to invite him to punch you in the face with a metal arm as big as your head. He refuses to enter anyone's service as anything less than an employee or a partner, and has taken extreme precautions to avoid and even recover from a memory wipe. He also values true friends more than anything in the entire world; He had to live out the first two years of his life utterly and completely alone. He knows full-well what crippling loneliness feels like, and wouldn't wish it on anyone. He also absolutely despises slavers of any kind, though he's smart enough to recognize that blindly trying to free every droid and slave is too much for one man. So he's resolved to work from within the system to try and get droid rights recognized as a veteran soldier of the New Republic.

Character's Physical description (Describe or post a picture of what your character looks like): Malg is an ugly, bizarre-looking droid. He looks like a 2-1B medical droid...from the neck up. It's when you look below the neck that he starts to look increasingly strange. He has four arms: Two 2-1B arms, one labor droid arm, and one Super Battle Droid arm. His legs are that of a hybrid of his original 2-1B torso (complete with medical and diagnostic computer) and countless extra parts he picked up on Raxus Prime. At this point, his torso is stuffed to the brim with extra crap. It can fit no more. Every piece of extra space has been utilized. This also makes him much heavier than normal 1st-degree droid legs can carry, causing him to resort to B2 Super Battle Droid legs, since they're both relatively mobile and capable of supporting a heavy frame.

Character Class: Scoundrel/Soldier (has aspects of both)

Items: Malg's greatest asset is himself. Malg's head and core systems are that of a 21-B medical droid, but he has physically transcended far beyond that. Mental safeguards have been removed, he has backup memory matrices from other droids hidden in his chassis to restore himself in an instant should he be memory-wiped, he's loaded with tools and equipment to both heal organics and repair himself at a moment's notice, and every component has been tweaked and modified (both by himself and those he trusts) to perform better and last longer. As he is now, calling him a "junk droid" would only be technically correct, in that most of his parts originally came from the junk heaps of Raxus Prime. He performs on the level of a refurbished droid by this point, one with parts from medical, astromech, protocol, labor, and even combat droids. He's even had durasteel plating added to help him take a punch in the field, and a speed-holster in his right leg to draw his trusty Clone Wars-vintage DC-17 blaster pistol, a speed-holster in his left leg that contains a Naboo-vintage Ascension Gun, and a custom speed-holster that takes up part of the left side of his torso to draw an E-11 blaster rifle. Yes, the "stormtrooper rifle." Sue him, it's compact! He also carries four vibroknives on him, for those cases where melee is needed, a task for which his four arms are more than sufficient. Then there's the survival kit he's had installed, which has aided his New Republic companions more than once when fresh water or a quick fire was needed. The fire igniter has also come in handy for combat, obviously.

Malg has four installed arms from three different droids, leading to a generally misshapen and lopsided look, as one of these arms is from a labor droid and thus larger than all three of the others. Two of them are original 21-B arms, typically used for delicate work and holding blaster pistols, and the fourth is from a Super Battle Droid and thus would in theory have the included missile launcher mechanism and wrist blaster. These have actually been removed: Missiles compatible with Super Battle Droid missile launchers are hard to come by, and the wrist blaster had been wrenched out by some other droid when he found it. He's thus modified the missile launcher mechanism to deploy, accept, and activate chem-injecting devices such as bacta pumps, to administer medication quickly to a dying patient. He carries several of these needles on him in place of missiles, ejecting them from the port like shell casings after use (no use in sharing needles, after all). He could theoretically swap the payload out with any liquid substance if he wanted to, including deadly toxins or industrial chemicals, but he hasn't tried it for obvious ethical reasons. He also has installed a Clone Commando shield generator, which is a fairly weak shield generator but one that his overstuffed chassis can support, and a protocol droid vocabulator in his head, giving him handy translation abilities. He's got the obligatory scomp link as well, allowing him to interface with most devices and engage in slicing if he desires, though his technological skills mainly lie in modification and repair, meaning he's not as good at outright slicing as he is at forcing his way through software and hardware incompatibilities, though he can slice through lower-security machines like datapads.

He also owns his very own junk freighter, the Heap, which is his home even after the formation of the New Republic. Despite its origins on Raxus Prime, it's a bit of a Ship of Theseus situation: Most of its parts have been replaced by this point, and it's actually quite comfortable to live in. It's not palatial or anything, but it's got everything an organic or droid alike would want: Its own oil bath, a kitchen, all the desired amenities, escape pods, weapon systems, a shield generator, all the usual game and entertainment systems, and even a king-size bed!

Supporting Characters: WIP. Not sure if I'll use them at all.

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great posts guys. I'll be getting some up soon myself

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H U C V O N D A R

P R I V A T E E R ~ C O R E L L I A N D A W N ~ N E W R E P U B L I C

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Character Alignment: Chaotic Good

Character Background: Huc was born on Corellia in the year 15BBY, years after the formation of the Empire and their stranglehold over the galaxy. His parents were laborers in the Corellia Shipyards, and led a simple, yet safe, life under the eye of the Empire. Neither were fans of the totalitarian state, but held their opinions to themselves in order to protect their young son. Huc's earliest memories were his father sitting with him as they watched the ships come and go from the shipyards. Sal, his father, would explain the capabilities of each ship and Huc would dream of flying away on one. Like all Corellians, he had a wanderlust that the Empire would no longer allow, especially for someone of his class.

As he grew, his parents' treatment at the hands of the Empire as well as being stuck on a planet he was beginning to see as a prison began to form his hatred of the Empire. This was all crystallized when his mother died in a shipyard accident caused by the Empire overworking the shipyard employees. The loss devastated Huc and Sal, sending the latter into a state of full on radicalization. He began meeting with a group that called itself the Corellian Resistance. The group began as nothing more than a secret forum for people to vent their frustrations. Huc was allowed to attend the meetings, setting him down the path that would consume his destiny.

Everything changed after the Battle of Yavin. As news of the Death Star's destruction spread, the Resistance on Corellia became emboldened. Outright sabotage of Imperial efforts in the shipyards became the norm, and some radical members of the group began outright attacking Imperial installations.

Seeing that true insurrection was impossible without support from the upstart Rebel Alliance, Sal devised a drastic plan. He would steal a YT-2000 light freighter from the shipyards and use it as a blockade runner to supply the rebel band. Huc was adamant he join his father, arguing that he was now at an age where he could no longer be protected. So the father and son infiltrated the shipyards and stole the freighter from under the nose of the Empire, and made contact with a Rebel cell.

For the next few years the two of them were the critical supply link between the Rebellion and the Corellian Resistance. They ran blockades, smuggled contraband, and even performed prison breaks using the ship, which Sal named the Corellian Dawn.

Huc began training with the fighters of the Resistance, becoming an able commando in his own right. While not proficient in the skills, he could slice into simpler systems when needed. But his true calling was flying the Dawn, which his father taught him how to do. He was a natural, and could adeptly fill in for his father when needed.

The Resistance was successful in disrupting the shipyards, buying the Rebellion time and infuriating the local governor. This eventually led to a more sizable garrison on the planet, as well as the nefarious replacement of local workers with slave labor to ensure compliance. This made life for the Resistance harder, and the fighting became more desperate across Corellia.

Eventually, they were given word that the Rebellion was going to make a decisive strike on the Empire soon. To coincide with this, the Corellian Resistance planned to cripple the Imperial presence on the planet. Using a major guerrilla-style attack throughout Coronet City, the Resistance systematically wiped out Stormtroopers en mass while the ships they had assaulted the shipyards and freed the slaves held there.

It was during this mission that tragedy once again struck Huc's life. Sal was covering a group of slaves as they boarded the Dawn, and was shot down by a Stormtrooper. Unable to retrieve his father's body, Huc escaped with the liberated workers and was never able to bury his father properly. But the mission was a success, the Empire on Corellia was greatly weakened, and Huc knew that's all Sal would have cared about in the end. Now he and his wife were joined in the Force.

From this tragedy came opportunity. In the group of slaves he rescued were Yu'li Tavir, a Togrutan that was about his age, as well as the Herglic named Gor-Nada, who fancied himself Yu'li's surrogate father. Yu and Huc bonded quickly, as neither had many peers in their same age group inside the Resistance ranks. It turned out Yu'li was a crack shot with nearly any weapon handed to her, and she could man the guns of the Corellian Dawn like a pro. Her mischievous ways partnered with Huc's easygoing attitude led to the pair getting in more trouble than they should have in Resistance headquarters. It was usually Gor that had to reprimand them. He had become a mechanic for the Resistance, and was a whiz when it came to repairing the Dawn. The two became the permanent crew for the ship, and Huc was happy to have a family again.

When the fledgling New Republic decided to fully liberate Corellia, Huc, the Corellian Dawn, and her new crew took part in the Battle of Corellia, helping the New Republic fleet to drive the Empire out of the important ship yard. After the battle, they were offered official commission to join the Fleet, but Huc had other ideas. He had waited too long to explore the galaxy, and thought that being tied to orders from the New Republic Navy would hinder those opportunities. Instead, he proposed that the Dawn and her crew would be privateers in the service of the New Republic. They would raid Remnant shipping lines and merchant vessels, taking some of the profits while delivering the rest to the nearest Republic base. The proposal was accepted, and the Dawn set out across the galaxy to do just that.

Along their travels, Huc "acquired" an AC series pilot droid to act as his co-pilot aboard the Dawn, and Yu purchased a domesticated Loth-cat known as Fuzzball as a pet.

The crew is currently in the Outer Rim, on the planet Batuu, hunting rumors of Imperial expeditions into the Unknown regions...

Character Personality: Huc is driven by his desire to see the Empire wiped out for their crimes against the galaxy. He believes fully in the promise of the New Republic, and has hope the new Jedi Order can keep the peace in the galaxy. He is dedicated to helping those that need it, some times to the point of folly or endangering his mission. This can lead to friction with his crewmates, who are more focused on profit and moving onto the next job, but his easygoing and fun-loving attitude often leads to quick forgiveness. He is a smooth talked, and even though he bares scars from his freedom fighter days, he uses his handsomeness to his advantage. His swashbuckling demeanor is used to paint over the deep seeded pain he still carries from losing his family, however, something only Yu'li truly knows about him.

He's never happier than when he is behind the helm of his ship, the Corellian Dawn. Flying is the thing he truly is best at, and he never passes up an opportunity to show off. His co-pilot, the reprogrammed Star Tour pilot droid AC-DK known as "Duck", often reprimands his flying style.

During missions, Huc never kills those that don't deserve it. Only military targets such as Stormtroopers, TIE pilots, or Imperial Remnant Officers are liable to be killed. This can sometimes lead to trouble, as raided merchants often send the authorities after the Dawn, and sometimes Huc's crew believe he enjoys being chased.

Huc loathes the leftover racism that still lingers after the Empire's rule, and is fiercely protective of Yu'li and Gor, even though they don't need him to be.

Character's Physical description: Seen above. About 5'10", and 200lbs

Character Class: Force-Sensitive Scoundrel (Privateer)

Items:

Corellian Dawn

Huc's greatest and most prized possession is the YT-2000 Light Freighter named Corellian Dawn. This fast, strong, and shielded ship has gotten him and his crew out of countless jams, and is quickly becoming both famous and infamous depending on what side of the conflict one is on.

Gor-Nada has done many enhancements on the ship, including supercharging the sublight engines, adding a small ion cannon used to disable prey, and a quick locking/unlocking airlock system for fast getaways.

Weapons

• A pair of Clone Wars era DC-17 blaster pistols
• A small vibroknife he kept on his belt in case of close quarters combat
• He kept blast charges and thermal detonators on the Corellian Dawn in case they wanted to blow up a pirated ship from the inside.

Gear

• Slicing tools
• Thief tools

Supporting Characters:

Yu'li Tavir

Yu'li is Huc's closest friend and confidant. She has traveled and fought by his side since he helped liberate her from the Corellian Shipyards as an Imperial slave. She knows exactly how to push his buttons, and her mischievous side enjoys getting on his nerves. Like Huc, she lost her parents, though she does not know if they are alive or dead, as they were all split up when they were put into slavery. She hopes to one day find them, and Huc hopes to be able to help her do so. In battle she is a crack shot, and often mans one of the gun turrets on the Dawn when needed.

Gor-Nada

The massive Herglic Gor-Nada is the conscience of the crew. Slow to anger and reluctant to participate in violence if it can be avoided, he is the steady hand that guides the younger, more impetuous views of Huc and Yu'li. He is a mechanical whiz, and keeps the Dawn running at peak efficiency. He protects his family when necessary, and is terrifying when angered. He loves to cook, and insists on doing so by hand whenever he can. He is also a gardener, and has installed terrariums on the Dawn.

AC-DK

AC-DK, or "Duck" as he is known by the crew, was a former Star Tours commercial starliner AC series pilot droid. Huc "acquired" him from a bet with a Star Tours representative during the Boonta Eve Classic podrace on Tattooine. While Duck continues to insist the representative had no legal right to wager him and claims he is stolen property, he acts as the Dawn's copilot non the less. While Huc has done his best to slice it out of him, his commercial pilot programming often has him uncomfortable with Huc's more risky flying style.

Fuzzball

A domesticated Loth-cat that is devoted to her master, Yu'li. She does not like Huc.

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Approved. Glad to have you aboard

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We still accepting here, Shape? Might have to join up....

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Yup. It'd be awesome to have you

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Dram Cruvee watched the small vessel break free of Nar Shadaa's atmosphere. As it moved farther from the moon, it appeared to the Imperial captain that the vessel was actively avoiding engaging with the much larger Imperial Star Destroyer.

“What is that ship and where is it going?” Cruvee asked a deck officer.

“According to the transponder, it's a Starwind class pleasure yacht, the Twilight Dreams. It matches the description of the vessel that just blasted its way out of the Corellian Sector. I was just about to make contact, Sir.” the deck officer, a young man named Pistore, replied.

The Jedi. Cruvee thought to himself before he began barking orders.

“Do not allow that vessel to escape. I want that vessel brought aboard immediately. Have a boarding party ready, and set your weapons to stun. I don't want the occupants harmed. Is that clear?” Cruvee demanded.

“Yes Sir.” Pistore said as he began pressing a series of buttons, preparing the tractor beam.

***

Aboard the Twilight Dreams

There was a rush of excitement as the ship left the Smuggler's Moon behind. However, excitement soon turned to dread as the sight of the massive Star Destroyer loomed large in front of them. Nyna and Dono, from the co-pilot seats in the cockpit did their best to stay as far away from the ship as possible.

“Nyna...” Joren called out in concern as he watched the Star Destroyer approach their ship.

“Where are we going?” Nyna asked in a panic, her eyes as round as saucers as she too, watched the Star Destroyer draw nearer.

“Away from here!” Kelsa cried out as she kept her eyes on the Imperial ship.

“Starwind vessel Twilight Dreams, this is the Imperial Star Destroyer Waylander. You are in violation of Imperial Space, prepare to be boarded. Acknowledge.” A voice came from the communications system.

Joren watched out the view port as a squadron of TIE fighters left the Waylander, and moving together as if they were a swarm of like minded insects, they converged on the Twilight Dreams. A flash of green laser fire washed over the front view port as one of the TIE fighters fired a warning shot.

“Nyna...!-” Joren called to his friend again. “-Get us out of here!”

“To where?!” Nyna asked, frustrated. She had limited experience in flying a star ship, but she knew that a random jump to hyperspace was risky.

“Anywhere but here!” Joren exclaimed.

“Fine.” Nyna said as she began entering coordinates into the navicomputer.

“No time.” Dono said as he reached over and activated the hyperdrive. Instantly, the stars began to stretch into streaks of light as the Twilight Dreams made the jump to hyperspace.

***

Dram Cruvee watched as the smaller vessel blinked out of view as it entered hyperspace before the Waylander had been able to activate the tractor beam. He suddenly felt hot as rage boiled beneath the surface. The captain was furious. While the loss of the “Jedi” fueled his anger, it was also the perceived incompetence of his crew. Cruvee wanted to take the officer's datapad and throw it across the bridge, he knew that such a display would do him no good, and would make him appear weak in front of his crew. Instead he stood, staring out of the view port where the ship had been just moments before, and took a deep breath.

“Contact the platoon leader on the moon. Tell them to bring Amaral Kenso to me. I think it's time that we had a chat.” Cruvee said before turning away from the view port and taking his leave of the bridge.

“Yes sir.” Pistore said, relief taking hold as his commanding officer left him to his own devices.

***

“Where are we?” Joren asked as he looked out the view port at the blue-black void of space which surrounded them. They had dropped out of hyperspace, figuring that they were far enough away from Nar Shaddaa that the Imperials that had been pursuing them wouldn't be a problem, at least for the time being.

“Somewhere in the Mid Rim, I think.-” Dono said as he checked the computer. “-The Arkanis Sector shouldn't be too far.”

“The Arkanis Sector?-” Nyna asked. “That means we're close to the Pii System. We could always go there until we figure out what we're doing.”

“What's in the Pii System?” Kelsa asked.

“Greel wood, and that's about it.” Dono told her.

“Listen, I have family on Naboo. We can go there to lay low for a bit.” Nyna offered.

“No, not Naboo. If the Imperials made us, it won't be safe. They'll track us to Naboo, and that won't end well for any of us. Besides, the place is crawling with Gungans.”

Joren listened as Dono and Nyna discussed their next move. But soon, his attention turned to Kelsa, who was sitting, slumped over a table in the galley area. She was in pain, and he didn't need the Force to recognize that. She had suffered a major loss today, the loss of the woman who had raised her, as well as the loss of her father. Their escape from the Imperials hadn't given her the time she needed to process what had happened, but now that they had gotten away from their pursuers and there had been time enough for the events of the day to begin to sink in, the reality of the situation had finally hit her.

He had wanted nothing more than to comfort her. To tell her that he knew what it was like to lose your family, he wanted to tell her that everything would be alright, even if he didn't know that to be the truth. She needed to hear it. She needed her friends. However, as he began the trek across the lounge to where she was seated, he stopped suddenly.

He felt something that he hadn't felt since he was a child. Something he hadn't felt since...his father. It was as if something, or perhaps someone was reaching out to him. Calling him to...

“Tatooine.” Joren said finally.

“Did you say something, Vod'ika?” Dono asked, almost as if he had forgotten that Joren had been there the entire time.

“Tatooine. We're going to Tatooine.” Joren told them.

Dono and Nyna exchanged puzzled looks, but neither raised any objections. Tatooine wasn't a bad choice, as far as Dono knew, there was currently no Imperial presence on the desert planet, and even if there were, they weren't looking for them there. After several beats, Dono nodded in agreement and entered the coordinates into the navicomputer, and the stars again stretched into lines as the Twilight Dreams made the jump to hyperspace.

Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

Posts coming soon, possibly tomorrow

Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

I'll be getting something up this weekend.

Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

Him

Name: Darth Diabolus

Alias: A whole host of false names, the current one being Zaras.

Race: Human

Faction: Sith Lord

Alignment: Evil

Class: Force Sensitive (Sith)

Appearance:

On the surface, he is but a man, a human being of decent appearance. His skin is light, his hair is kept, he appears ultimately sophisticated and well-refined. The main thing about the man is that while he carries a singularly-handsome visage and well-trained form on the outside, the fact is that this man has chosen to identify himself by an ancient human phrase referring to him as the Devil, or at least that of a demon. He is changeable, ultimately well-skilled in manipulations, misdirections, alterations in attitude and attire to throw off suspicion and blend in. The power of the Force has granted him much over the years, but his practice is never to depend too much on it unless you really need it. That is why the obsessive attention to details with great scrutiny and the body that is nimble and forceful, able to get in and out of a situation. You may see him somewhere, and you may even know him by some chosen monniker, but you have never met the man until you've seen his darker face, his crueler wit, and felt his dreadful fear for yourself.

Personality:

How many jigsaw puzzles can you stand? How many odious details may you absorb? Do you have time? Does anyone? Diabolus is a man who operates in the shadow, even if he's standing out in the open to do it. You do not see him taking a position of power. If you see him at all, he is the man off to the side who is seen working FOR those in power, carefully guiding them towards his own ends. What power in politics is worth the exposure, when you can stay quiet, pretend to know nothing, and let another take the fall if your plans go wild? He is a most ingenious form of manipulator. Lies and half-truths? Easy. Open-faced honesty with a carefully-concealed ulterior motive? His bread and butter? He is a thinking man, well-educated and prone to using it with only a slight push with the Force to get people to believe they're deciding on their own to do what he wants them to do. A sound argument is better than a jaded falsehood, so why not encourage it to your own benefit? It is by this method which he often throws peons and Apprentices into action, with not a single hand raised against him because he makes good sense. His power is extensive, but it is for when he truly needs it...or wishes to crush a fly.

Sith have their dark motivators, their bloodlust, and their anger, but...when you put that in a far more subtle a man than many of those people combined, you find an odd sense of patience that quietly chuckles in the darkness at fools, greatly pleased to see plans come to fruition, looking forward to the ultimate diversion, the great struggle of life itself. For it is a fact that while Darth Diabolus is a man of power and capability, one who could most-certainly obtain power and glory in excess, these are not what he ultimately wants. His goal is that moment of pure clarity and terror where one must struggle to the core with what lay before them. His is to delight in the creation of dangerous, horrible, and yes even monstrous situations, to play his part in the rending of lives and stability in every way possible. As much as Tarak revels in bloodshed, so does he himself enjoy shock, despair, fear, turmoil, and strife. And of course, he must naturally sample that most wonderous flavor of all...the sweet taste of victory over all foes.

Items:

Black Light Saber - A single-bladed light saber made matte black to reduce reflection and therefore prevent much sight of it, especially in the dark. This is especially important, as it is a saber lit by a Black Krayt Dragon Pearl. It is the weapon of a man who does not fear, because he is in control of fear.

The Dread Accomplice - His ship, secreted away somewhere that no man would dare tread, away from prying eyes and intruding spies, set up to entrap and destroy all who enter unauthorized. It is...not a pleasant place to be, if you are not Sith. Over the years, the dark emotional states radiated by Sith (himself included) have made it harmful to others. Much has been done in the name of the Dark Side aboard this ship, and it's been more than simply housing this man. It apart from the normal utilities, it is geared for training purposes, genetic experimentation, longterm stasis, and a number of other Sith-related things. Not designed necessarly for war, the fact is that it was once a science vessel. Now, there is still science, but it goes deeper than that, and all the more maddening.

The Benefit of His Manipulations - Diabolus winds his way in and out of positions, good places and bad to achieve his own ends. To that effect, he is acquiring the goods and services of others, which may vary greatly and therefore be difficult to record all the time. Let us just say, for the moment, that he can achieve quiet alot through normal means and resources...and that he seeks a great deal more for his plans.

Background:

Little is known of the man that is not subject to rumor and misinformation, and so his personal history is rather suspect. Nevertheless, herein lies the compiled information and theories of the man they call Diabolus, Dark Lord of the Sith.

Many long years ago, there was a Sith Empire at war with the Jedi and The Old Republic, and in those days there was a being, a creature, among the Sith who would claim to be nothing less than their god. That was Darth Vitiate, Emperor of the Sith. However...behind every greater power or personality, standing quite calmly in the shadows of louder and more oppressive voices...are those who quietly mind to themselves and make their own plans. For every God, there is a Devil, or a Demon, or a Trickster, or a dangerous meddler, assassin, or saboteur. That man is Diabolus, or it was, for that was a VERY long time ago.

What of the man, then? Can he still be alive? Or is the one today a different person, entirely? Theories are posed. One states that Diabolus lived in the time of the Sith Empire, attained some sort of enhancement to his body to never age or degrade physically, and has simply lived his way to the present, ever-watchful of his surroundings. Another puts forth the idea that he operates as a Sith ghost, possessing victim after victim in on his march towards eternity. Further still, some believe it is but a name, a title, and training forcefully passed on from subject to subject, making certain by ages-old edicts that Darth Diabolus should exist in every generation forever. Still, whether immortal or brainwashed by Holocrons or cloned or - god help us - being another creature like Vitiate, the fact of the matter is that we have this man who is singularly knowledgable and capable, a very dangerous.

It is important to know that Diabolus has taken the time to devour knowledge, though he does seem to be most adept in combat theory and tactics, history, medical and genetic sciences, psychology, and of course a great deal of Sith-based information. As opposed to being a typical ragoholic, Diabolus is quietly mad. His mind craves the destruction and despair of those around him, ultimately leading to a dominating power in fear. He does not reserve this for his compatriots, Sith Apprentices, but for those who are so fervently in his way. Should it be much easier to cut them down, he would derive much pleasure in watching their minds collapse as their bodies writhe upon the floor before the inevitable cardiac arrest...assuming he has not decided to simply torture and watch. Diabolus is a mind bomb. When not using his intellect to manipulate others and push forward in his agenda, he is unleashing such emotional dread that only experienced Jedi have the will to strike. Those who do not have control over themselves who know how to properly embrace the dark flow of terror and emotion find their bodies quitting and their minds filling with sensations ultimately destructive to their senses. It is not his only power, but it is his strongest, followed closely by manipulation, and then direct combat skills.

Those who know him - especially Apprentices - find that on a calm day, he is teacher, careful planner, obliging ally, and even humorous on occasion. On a bad day...he is venomous, murderous, sadistic, and quite vindictive towards an obstacle to his immediate plans. He can, has, and will again destroy many in a satisfying manner, showed they prove problematic to his own designs. Never to his own Apprentices, for they are his swords whom he will well-maintain to assure their quality and reliability, but to any Sith answering to the foolish and idiotic Rule of Two, he will make certain that the understanding of why standing alone or in a paltry two is a hopeless struggle in the universe. More is better, and so he has gone to worlds to find others who are useful to him, as well as engineering the one called Darth Tarak. Quite a few plans riding on the viability of that one. Diabolus has been researching for some time the viability of the Force in species, preparing for the battle to end all battles that will destroy the balance of the Force forever. He has seen the way it could be done, over the years. The study is complete. Only the resources remain...and the plan can go forth.

Supporting Characters:

Darth Tarak - His straightforward Apprentice, a Zabrak whose name and identity as a Sith are the same because he has had no given name before then and no reason to disassociate from who he really is. Zabrak were the creations of the Rakata to become great inheritors of the Force, and it is Diabolus' wish that this be expressed greatly through this man, as he created him.

No End of Ordinary People - He manipulates many towards his own ends, and so therefore many could be considered supportive to him. To that end, it is difficult to list who he is working with now or maybe in the next few days. The best answer would be 'People who can deliver him closer to his goals'.

Further Apprentices - Diabolus hates the Rule of Two, believing it has made the Sith feedle in power and influence over the galaxy. Sith are an ambitious and potentially backstabbing sort, but he has a way of supporting goals so that they may not be irritated that their Master plays them the fool. With little to no gripes to speak of, there is no reason to question his lead, as the man is indeed committed to Sith superiority.

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