Zarkun

A Galaxy in Twilight[Lord Gressh/Zarkun]

Jerus Je'and

"Well, you know what they say; Fortune favors the bold."

A Galaxy in Twilight[Lord Gressh/Zarkun]

Jerus Je'and

"I thought these things were paired." I draw my blasters as we clear the ramp and it raises before the cloak reactivates. "At least, that's what Ryder told me about the ones leading to the Republic's holdings."

Cancelled.

I do submit for review, my character.

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Cozai Gentry

|| Cozai Gentry ||

|| Assassin || Expert Marksman ||

Characters Skills:

• Tracking Skills: Having been in the assassin business since her early years, which doubles as a bounty hunter career on occasion, she’s picked up exceptional skills in tracking her prey, from interrogation and convincing questioning to tracking them down in the wilds, using tracks, disturbed natural placements and other such tricks.
• Expert Marksman: Whether it be with her sniper or her heavy blaster pistol, Cozai doesn’t waste her ammunition and she always hits what she’s aiming at.

Characters Weaknesses:

• Close Combat: Aside from some basic self-defense and martial arts classes, she really has no decent way to defend herself if her blaster pistol can’t do the trick at close range.

Character Equipment:
CSR-130 Sniper Rifle
Growler Heavy Blaster
TZR Multi-functional Grenade-Can be thumbed to have three different effects, a powerful Flashbang, an electrical net that stuns those who run through it, ceases working after three beings, and a concussion grenade.
Background:
Cozai doesn’t remember much about her early life aside from the mistreatment she received; first from her parents, who were drug addicts and emotionally and physically abusive, with repressed memories of her father crossing a line on more than one occasion, then from the slavers they eventually sold her to for money for, well, their habit. She wasn’t any older than 12 at the time, but she wasn’t a fool and eventually caught on that the men who had taken her away from her parents weren’t interested in making her life better, and were, in fact, slavers there to send her to a new kind of hell.

When she realized what her parents had done, she had expected to end up in some Hutt’s brothel, serving customers and fulfilling whatever twisted needs they had, but she ended up sold off to one of the many rising mercenary outfits, who outfitted her with a sniper rifle, heavy blaster pistol, light armor and an explosive collar. Her handler, a Togruta who was missing a lekku and had massive scar covering half his face, made her new life simple. “We’re going to send you and three other combat slaves on suicide missions. You’ll shoot who we tell you to, when we tell you to and not ask questions. If you try and run, we’ll blow your pretty little head into pieces and find a new sniper. You survive enough missions, we’ll make you a formal member and get you proper training.”

In retrospect, she should have known that the squad she started with would be different from the squad she left behind when she finally got her freedom and was welcomed into Hell’s Angels after she’d turned 18 after five years of hellish missions, especially since she’d only ever gotten wounded on one mission, and that was because she got careless and didn’t set up the wildlife screen and got jumped by a Nexu. She got formal sharpshooting training, which served to refine her already considerable talent, but turned down more advanced hand-to-hand training, opting instead to learn how to use her blaster pistol at effectively any range, even as a hand-to-hand weapon.

Upon the commander’s insistence, however, she did receive some basic and intermediate training so that she could stay alive if a Wookie came at her with a vibrosword. She remained with the Angels for another six years before parting ways, citing she needed a chance to do more in the galaxy and that working with the mercenary outfit wasn’t giving her that chance. While her commander wasn’t happy about losing the outfit’s best sniper, she understood and set her up with an unending supply of the TZR multi-functional grenades that had helped the Angels be so successful over the course of their Urban operations.

Since then, she’s been on her own for four years and has built quite a reputation as a skilled assassin and bounty hunter. Such a reputation has brought her into the know of decent work in the lower levels of Coruscant, which is where she is now.

A Galaxy in Twilight[Lord Gressh/Zarkun]

Jerus Je'and

"Well, time isn't exactly on our side unfortunately. If the teleporters are still working and are faster, we should use them."

A Galaxy in Twilight[Lord Gressh/Zarkun]

Jerus Je'and

"Pity the old speeder network is down. Would make getting there a lot quicker. Oh, and I vote for the Deep Prison. Neither Trayus or Kreia would be interested in anything less."

A Galaxy in Twilight[Lord Gressh/Zarkun]

Jerus Je'and

"If this were designed by any one other than the genius I payed, I'd be inclined to agree on no weapons, but I can fire concussive missiles and weakened cannon fire while the cloak is active." I chuckle as I set down on the old landing pad, the only thing still mostly free of Belsavis's nature. "But still, the cloaking is to avoid a fight."

A Galaxy in Twilight[Lord Gressh/Zarkun]

Jerus Je'and

I set course for the nearest Imperial landing point. "We'll find out faster on the ground. Tracking that flow of traffic won't be hard."

A Galaxy in Twilight[Lord Gressh/Zarkun]

Jerus Je'and

"That's because it is. That's...Jedi Civil War era at the very least." A moment of inspection and double checking some records I had in hand pushed me back a little further. "Nope, little older, Mandalorian Wars. Which means it's from the Malachor system."

A Galaxy in Twilight[Lord Gressh/Zarkun]

Jerus Je'and

Hitting a series of buttons and flipping a switch faster than either Salazar or Vette can follow, the Shadow Stalker fades from visual view as the cloaking tech kicks in. "So glad I invested in that guy's inventions."

Uncertainty. (A preexisting Starcraft RP)

[Rave]

"I also want to know who put you in charge. Just because you dropped out of orbit in one piece doesn't make you the man we all answer to." I raise my hand and the air around the infighting Zerg begins to rapidly freeze, turning them into ice sculptures ready for shattering almost instantly. "Besides, there are better uses for the ammunition than clean up. Give me ten minutes." I glance back at Stefan. "Oh, and I can make that Hive easier for you as well. No need for the nuke then."

[Terrance]

I whistle as Shadow shows his power. "Wow, ain't seen Crytokinesis on that level since the Academy. Hey sis, go get your blades! Not gonna need the guns now!"