05-19-2017, 09:44 AM
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VERITÉ NOVA | Starpilot
![[Image: tumblr_lssye1ODAT1qmemvwo1_500.jpg]](http://68.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lssye1ODAT1qmemvwo1_500.jpg) Player: Telsij | Actress: Winona Ryder (circa 1996/1997) DEXTERITY 3D Blaster 5D, dodge 5D KNOWLEDGE 2D Occult lore, tactics MECHANICAL 4D Starship gunnery 5D, starship piloting 6D PERCEPTION 4D STRENGTH 3D TECHNICAL 2D Species: Human | Sex: Female | Age: 21 | Height: 5'3" | Weight: 113 lbs Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa | Allegiance: To the Rebellion Force Points: X | Skill Points: 3 A Quote: "I myself am strange and unusual." Background: Once a promising Imperial pilot, Verité Nova suffered a crisis of conscience when she was tasked with bringing prisoners of war to the spice mines of Kessel. Upon learning that the supposed POWs were largely civilians taken from a number of the Empire's newly subjugated worlds, Nova could not bring herself to ferry them to their certain doom. Seizing control of the prisoner transport, Nova successfully eluded Imperial pursuit until her rogue craft managed to make contact with the Rebel Alliance – contact made possible thanks to one of the Alliance sympathizers imprisoned onboard. Now a trusted starpilot within Alliance ranks for over a year, Nova has found purpose in the rebellion's noble goals and in fighting for the greater good.
At age eighteen, she had gained admission to the elite Skystrike Academy, and Nova quickly proved to be the best pilot in her class. On target to graduate with honors and in half the standard time, Nova nonetheless felt isolated and alone. It was during these melancholy days then, that Nova began to develop an interest in the occult and the arcane. In fact, she still considers a brief flight reconnaissance mission to Jedha to have been the "highlight" of her Imperial academic career, due to the strong presence of various cults and mysterious philosophies on the pilgrimage moon. To this day, Nova is intrigued by legends and historical flights of fancy, especially if they are tales of darkness... or of new hope.
Having grown up in the vast vertical cities of Nar Shaddaa, Nova had learned how to take care of herself at an early age. For a time, she believed that the Empire would bring order to the lawless. Instead, it gave rise to the powerful authoritarian oppression that Nova now rallies against.
Personality: An insightful eccentric who always felt ill at ease while at the Imperial Academy, Nova is – in her own words – "strange and unusual." Fortunately, she proved to be both talented and a quick study as well, progressing at an accelerated pace through Skystrike Academy's elite flight program. She was assured of an early graduation, at the top of her class. Just shy of the formal ceremony however, Nova chose to forego the posturing machismo of starfighter combat. Instead, she accepted a quiet and unglamorous advanced assignment, as a junior commissioned flight officer working cargo and personnel transport exclusively. Already a pensive loner, she felt that in this way, her soft-spoken but strong-willed nature could flourish. More importantly however, Nova would finally be free – or so she thought – from her gnawing concern about the civil unrest that was consuming the galaxy.
Nova is fascinated by the occult. Although she considers her interest to be but a hobby, she is often moved to investigate stranger things for their own sake.
And despite her solitary temperament, Nova is rather charismatic, with quirky charm and a voice that is somewhere between girlish and raspy. Perhaps unsurprisingly, due to her Imperial training, Nova often identifies herself by surname only.
Physical Description: Nova is an attractive girl in her early twenties, with large eyes that are dark and expressive. She has angular features, pale skin, and a lithe build. She keeps her jet-black hair in a pixie-cut that is often (unintentionally) unkempt.
Equipment: BlasTech DL-44 heavy blaster pistol (5D damage, range: 3-7/25/50, ammo: 25), comlink, holster and belt, Imperial coded key/rank cylinder (Nova was known as SS-7-18 during her time as a cadet at Skystrike Academy), spacer's utility vest, vacuum suit.
Connection to Other Characters:
Rahullu: Nova feels a close bond with Rahullu, after freeing the Wookiee prisoner from a fate of toiling in the spice mines of Kessel – in essence, a death sentence. Her actions very nearly cost Nova her own life as well – were it not for Rahullu's intervention. Even after Nova joined the Rebellion, she stayed in contact with the Wookiee warrior throughout the year that followed, and the two Alliance operatives eventually became good friends and trusted allies, saving one another's lives many times over. Though far from fluent, Nova has begun learning some elementary Shyriiwook from Rahullu, though she is not as facile with languages as is Garlen Veir.
Garlen Veir: There is kinship... and there is shared suffering. Though Nova has neither seen – nor committed – the horrors Veir has, she knows very well the Empire's power to force someone into doing terrible things. She had stood at the precipice of taking such actions herself, while Veir is living proof of the toll they take. Nova sometimes even still finds herself saluting when Veir addresses her as SS-7-18. Though both former Imperials were initially eyed with suspicion in the wake of their defection, they soon proved their worth and dedication to the cause, individually, as well as in tandem with Rahullu. Tiktuk: Nova felt especially worried about the Jawa known as Tiktuk, seemingly isolated even amongst the huddled masses destined for death in the mines of Kessel. It was not until later, once the Jawa had begun following Rahullu wherever he went at the Rebel outpost, that she realized Tiktuk was likely the reason barely-functional ships Nova had flown for the Alliance wound up performing better the next time they were pressed into service. Already interested in the mysterious, unknown and lesser known, Nova wonders about the amulet the Jawa seems to cherish, as Jawa culture is known primarily for its focus upon technical matters. Jendu Verbenti: Nova wouldn't necessarily tell Verbenti this to his face, but she believes he was pressured into volunteering for this mission – at least in part – because Saw Gerrera's extremist tactics have begun to cast a pall over the Rebellion's reputation in some sectors, and that Verbenti's presence was a signal to detractors that the Alliance still held the moral high ground in this Galactic Civil War. Although she is tangentially aware that some rivalry exists between Verbenti and a senior senatorial, her primary concern with the senator is simply to make sure he stays alive in order to help bring the imprisoned Jedi into the fold... perhaps by appealing to some long lost sense of chivalry or Senate civility? Corrand: Few in the crew know anything about the Balosaur — other than that he was ravaged by illness for the entirety of their harrowing escape from the Faron Prime spaceport, and that he remained bedridden for the duration of their hyperspace journey(s) to Tanis III.  Rahullu, Wookie special forces wildresness fighter Dex 3D+1 Bowcaster 3D+1 Heavy weapons 3D+1, Dodge 4D+1 Blaster 4D Thrown weapons 4D Know 2D+1 Survival 3D+1 tactics 3D+1 Mech 2D Perc 3D+1 Search 4D Hide/sneak 4D Command 3D+2 Str 5D Brawling 6D Tech 2D Fp: 1 Cp: 3 Height 254cm (8"4) Weight 158 kg (348 lbs) Sex male Species Wookie Age 42 Equipment Blaster rifle, powerpack, 6 throwing knifes, Ryyk blade, 500k, Medpack, komlink, Survival pack Quote: Whhaart yrra gharroww (Im Sure!!! If we walk through the jungle they wont see us coming.) Background Born on Kashyyyk as the youngest of several siblings Rahullu was not your typical wookie, he had none of his spieces intresst in things mechanical, As a child Rahullu was not trained in the use of traditional wookie weaons , sure he knows how to operate a bowcaster and fight with a rykk blade, but his father trained him mostly to be able to use blasters saying" culpture is one thing my son but its hard to get a replacement bowcaster, focus on easily obtainable weapons, there is a whole galaxy out there you might wanna go there som day just like med, i fought in the clonewars and as a mercenary for the republic, upholding the hounour of Kashyyyk and the wookie race, hounour is important remember that son. Instead Rahullu wanderd the jungle and threes of Kashynk learning to fight and an survive something that often worried his mother Bracca, while his father Drowwon thought i would make him into a capable wookie and encouraged him. When he grew up he was one of the strongest wookies in his village, he would proably had no problem finding a mate. But he was taken as a slave in young years around 40 or so along with his brother Growwarha and sister Yllahnia. The sibling were taken by a Tadoshan rading party, but fought hard and killed sveral of their attackers, before being brought down by traqulizers. That caused Bracca to go into her rage and kill several of the tadoshans, so she was killed by a thermenal detonator. Rahullus father way away at the time and Rahullu has no idea if he is alive or dead. The siblings were separated and Rahullu was forced into heavy labour on a mining camp on a jungle planet. When he was almost broken he was to be transfered to kessel but he never went there, thanks to a rebel sympathizer and a defecting imperial pilot, the team managed to place decoy transportspart indecation an explosion. He is now belived to have died but he wound up with the rebelion Rahullu was free. He considered himself to have a life debt to the rebels that saved him and joined them as a wilderness trooper beeing tested in the line of fire several times Rahullu is a Wookie to be counted on the battlefield.. He is strong even for a Wookie, something that sometimes causes trouble. Both for machines and the living. He still has contact with the pilot who saved him amd has taught her some shyriwook. When Rahullu has some free time he likes to practice throwing Knives, axes and dumies (stormtroopers ) he is actually quite good and has won a few competitions among his new rebel friends. He is always on the lookout for information about Wookies beeing enslaved and tires to obtain help from other rebels to save them. Rahullu is perfectly happy a a wilderess figher and fears he might soon be promoted, as he has survived almost a year of active duty and has picked up a skill or two during that time. More to come once i have some time... Flashes from Rahullus memory Walking in a wookie willage with his siblings and some mates, discussi n recent event, several other villages have been hit by slavers and many Wookies have been abducted, the Empire have turned a blind eye to the activieties, there is talk of an invasion from the empire.. When Rahullu hears a ship cooming he takes command telling the youngest wookies to run and warn the village. The rest of the Wookie youths hide in nad around the trees and improvises weapons waiting a few more minutes until a few Thardoshans armed with rifles are seen comming closer to the village. The first scouts pass but when the main colum apperars the wookies strike to save their village. Rahullu throws an improvised spear in the throat of one Thardoshan who lets out a dampend scream drops his rifle and falls down, the wookies attack. Charges along with his mates and siblings the wookies first takes the slavers buy supprise, but quickly the tide turns against the young and relativley unexperienced wookies, Rahullu sees several of his mates fall and after ordering a retreat he falls into a rage when he sees his sister fall. He smashes sveral slavers but when they combine fire on him he goes down and grogely he sees his mother attack wielding a Rykk blade in each hand standing over him and his sister then running towards the remaing slavers then he sees a thermenal detonator being thrown at his mother and he goes unconscious from the shockwave of the blast.
Waking up in chains and in pain in a cell, Rahullu hits the door until his stenght ebbs out to no avail the door has been designed with a wookies strenght in mind. Several days pass with no food or drink. Suddenly the door is opend and he is hit by several painsticks and forced outside, Several thardoshans make him move forward he sees a few humans in imperial uniform lookiing at him saying he he will do get him on the ship, he tries to resisit but is to weak to effectivly fight his captors. But he manges to fraw a knife from one of them and with a herculean effort he throws one of them down freeing his arm and jabs the knife into one of the slavers throat. Brawling with the remaining slavers he herars shouting from the umperials, Blast him Stun only then he his hit buy several bolts and goes down the last thing he sees in the fist of a Thardoshan hiting him in the face.
Waking up Rahullu Feels his back on fire he hangs between two beams and he is beeing whiped once he is awaken he sees a Imperial looking into his face saying nothing but looking him as to intimidate him. After an hour he is let down his back is a bloody mess. The imperial speaks. You are now a property of the empire any disobidence from you will result in a worse punishment than this take him away.
An old Wookie also a slave Menhgharra nuses him back to life, telling him he must bide his time but Rahullu are angy and the following months are a blur of work and punishmet for Rhullu he often tries to strike back and is often stunned by blasters and after a particular gruling punisment session with a tourturedroid he has almost no stenght left in him. He is informed that he has been sold and is to transfer to the mines of Kesserl to be worked to death.
During the transfer he is put into a room with many slaves many diffrent ailens even some humans as well. Taking to them he lears of a growing resitance to the emperie and the sad tales of the empeires actions agains many worlds. Unknown to them all their conversations are beeing heard buy a imperial pilot full of doubt of the empire, who begins to plan to free the slaves, taking the ship and then join the rebellion. After being let louse from their cells and overpowering their guards, Rahullu finds himself in the doorway of the coocpit of the shuttle. He sees two humans in imperial uniform, one with a blaster in his hand poined at the second who turns out to be a woman, the male imperial speaks. You let the prisoners get lose, you are a traitor and must die, he fires his blaster at the woman as Rahullu attemts to get close enought to stop him, she is hit in the sholder as Rahullus fiercewar cry distracts the male imperial. As the woman falls holding her sholder Rahullu evetually disarms the other human and throws him head first into the floor, but it takes a long struggle ince Rahullu is weak and wounded but finnaly, a sickening crunch is heard as the imperials head cracks. Rahullu truns to the woman "you saved us why?" in Shyriwook. But his strengt is fading and he falls down beside the woman overcome by fatige and new and old wounds. the last thing he rembers thinking is I go free Waking up and seeing a human in imperial uniform applying a medpack to him he thinks, Noo not again, but this time i will go out fighting he grabs the humans throat and squeeses but is stopped by the wounded female human saying, no please He is helping us and grabing Rahullus arm she releases his hold of the other human, Rahullu lets go and the human graps for air, Rahullu looks sad then he says "Sorry i am not used to kindess from your species...mostly pain" Slowly beeing nursed back to health by medical personel after his grueling months as a slave Rahullu applies for membership in the special forces of the rebellion as he lies in a sickbed and talks to a psyhaiatrist about his past and present. Nova for the human female he saved visits him, they talk and fast become friends during the last week of Rahullus recovery. He is accepted into special forces and transferd to a traing facillity, it feels good to run and climb and do all the things in basic training, Rahullu once again feels purpose and is rebuliding himself into a capable warrior. He is already a good with blasters and close combat so he focuses his trainging in stealth and tactics, due to his experience in junglesurvival he is assigned to specialforces wilderness training. Several times during traning Rahullu sees and talks to the other ex imperial who is galled Galven, they as fellow warriors begin to form a basis for a friendship, they are both competent warriors but with clearly different focus, Galven is clearly made for a repulsortank, just like Rahullu is most at home alone or in a small team in the wildreness. The blaster bolts amied at Rahullu where to cloes for comfort even thou he know they were stun bolts, he hefted a repeating blaster from one of his fallen friends a Taltz heavy weapons specialist taken down by the combined fire of the enerimes, lying face down in the mud he should learn ho to duck a stationary target is a dead target he thinks as returns fire sliding down a hill fiering into the enermies, taking out several of them scattering the rest he made it to the flag taking it. Then he hears the master sergant pipe call. And a booming voice saying exercise is over 22 pluton wins the wargame with 18 kills and only 4 of their own killed. The Rebels of 22 wildreness traing pluton cheer. Rahullu feels he is doing a good job. Its good to be alive and soon he can strike back against the empire and the slavers and other who support the imperial doctrine. better go talk to that Taltz he is a good shoot but he needs to learn how to doge if he is to survive. ISB repport on the Wookie known as Brute 3 Species: Wookie, known to be extremly dangerous Captured on kashynk by slavers Several of the raiding party was killed in the attempt, that failed to capture very many wookies, mostly due to said Wookies fierce resistance.Sent to penal colony on the moon forrest mon of Endor, where a small outpost was built, showed a fierce desposition was often diciplined and was later sold on to the miningcompany. Osa Mining inc. Repported dead in a shippingacident in the vicinity of Kesserl. See file x3w22er34 Flight cadet Nova and her ship was destoyed in the acciendet, Nova was under watch from ISB agents for possible beeing anti imperial. File closed Apperance Rahullu has a ragged brown fur with patches of black here and there, he stands well over 2,5 meters but his build is actually quite lean, his muscle dont show. He has grayish colerd eyes. He wears a brandolier with throwing knives and conceals a few in his fur as well, the rst of his stuff is fitted in a backpack, he is seldom without a weapon. Personality Rahullu is a kind soul, or was but having lived as a slave he ha�s hidden that side. He mostly acts for the good of others but , he can be very nasty when he feels like it. Specially if pepole dont respect him. When he falls into the wookie rage he is like all wookies, not a very nice fellow. But unless someone threatens him, Rahullu usually give pepole a second try befire he rips their arms out. Rahullu respect most races and pepole unless they have slaves or are slavers. Such pepole will be ripped apart unless it would cause to much trouble for him. Relations with others. Nova: Rahulllu is very protetive of the former imperial pilot Nova who he is currently teaching the last and more complex parts of Shyriwook and she has often flown him into and out of harms way, He respects her skill as a pilot and trusts her. Garlen: Rahullu still feels a little bad about trying to strangle a man trying to help him but, he was actually understanding and in a way they have both sufferd greatly undr the heel of the empire, something that unites them agaist this common foe also he leared shyriwook easilly enought. Not to mention he is a good backup in a fight. Rahullu keeps an eye out for him as well as for but not the extent of Nova but they were the first humans to treat him decently, Rahullu dont forgett such a thing. Tiktuk: Strange little creature has not really contacted anyone as far as Rahullu knows and when Rahullu has spoken to him it runs away, one of the perks of not speaking basic i guess, everyone thinks i have come to rip their arms out. Imperial propaganda really did a paradenumber with Wookies there. Anyhow the little humanoid semms very good at fixing things. Jendu: Comming Spaceguy: Commming Languages Java tradespeak Skills to get Demolition 3D, repulsorlift op 3D and survival 3D+2, then Rahullu has all skills suggested to a wildreness trooper at the lowest level 
05-21-2017, 06:46 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-01-2017, 02:49 AM by Garlen Veir.)
Garlon Veir | 'DS-4791'| AKA: 'Karst Jenti'
ex-ground assault vehicle stormtrooper (based on ground assault vehicle commander) Dexterity 3d
Strength: 3d Technical: 3d+2
Height: 5'11" | Weight: 182 lbs. Force points: 1 | Skill Points: 2 Physical description: Young, tall and fit, Garlen keeps his face clean shaven, and his dark hair buzzed close in the typical military style. He seems cut from the same mold as the stereotypical soldier. It is his dark brown eyes that give him away, they are the eyes of a man that has seen too much. Equipment: Imperial uniform, blast vest (+1 physical, +2 energy), blast helmet (+ 10 physical, +2 energy), comm-link, medpac, macrobinoculars, blaster pistol (4D), rations pack, 200 credits, BlasTech E-11 Military Issue Blaster Rifle (Range: 3-30/100/300 Damage: 5D) Imperial GAV (Hoverscout) left behind, not taken on this mission. @Man in Blackot sure if you want to allow him to start play owning a ground assault vehicle, If you do not want him to own one that is fine. Homeworld: Kuat Background: Garlen was born on Kuat, and was fully expecting to follow in his parent's footsteps, and work in the Kuat Drive Yards manufacturing plants. He actually showeda great aptitude for it, listening raptly to his mother and father discuss their work in the factory that produced AT-STs and AT-AT's for the Imperial Army contracts. He would often spend hours and hours working with his father on their repulsor-lift sled, and even had an insane fascination with walkers, having several of the remote operated toy walkers and assault craft toys that KDY sold to children around the Empire. [Ooc just makes sense, even IRL companies diversify and create toys and marketing for their other contracts. Imperial toys themselves would be propaganda tools.]. As soon as he was old enough, at the age of 16, he joined the workforce, and went to work in teh Kuat Drive Yards factories. But he was restless, he wanted to see more of the Empire than just the view from the Ring (Kuat drive Yards orbital factory). He also felt trapped, even at such a young age, his life all mapped out, never to be important, just destined to build things, that other people would get to go out and use. What good is it to build a star destroyer if you never get to travel to another star system? So on his 18th name-day Garlon advised his parents he had signed up for the Academy. His mother was furious, she did not want her son going off to who knows where, in some backwater on the Outer Rim. He was safe here, in the Core, where people were civilized, not wild and barbaric. He argued with her long and hard, he was not going to just wander the galaxy aimlessly, he was going to join the Imperial Army. He was going to help people, bring the order of the Empire to those lawless planets. He was going to be a part of making people feel safe, secure in their futures, just like the people of Kuat. In the end, he lost, she was not going to let him go, that was it, his father would have none of it, and his word was final. His future was here, Kuat was safe in the Core, he would not get to go gallivanting off to join the Imperial Navy or the Imperial Army, it was not a life of adventure and wonder, no matter what the recruiting vids on the HoloNet said. Then the troopers came, in the middle of his shift at the factory. They told him that his application had been accepted, he was going to the Academy, no matter what his parents said. When he had submitted his application, he had also submitted the required DNA sample. He was a 98% match to the required template.. not only was he perfectly suitable for the Imperial Army, he was going to be an Imperial Cadet groomed to join the Stormtroopers. That morning was the last he has seen his parents in person, as he was only allowed to return home with an Imperial recruiter as escort to get his personal possessions. His parents were at work, they were not even home to say farewell, they were merely alerted at their employment by an Imperial recruitment representative, there was nothing they could do to stop it. Due to his mechanical and technical aptitude scores he was trained for a full year as an Imperial Cadet at the Raithal Academy, before beginning his training in earnest. The real training began when he was transferred to the Carida Academy. Two grueling years of training later, DS-4791 was graduated from training as a Stormtrooper, and assigned to his regiment. He had not heard teh name Garlen once in the last two years, Garlen was just a fuzzy memory. DS-4791 would serve the Empire with distinction, as a hovertank co-pilot, gunner, and mechanic. Then six months into his service things started to fall apart, his unit was assigned to oversee the eviction of some farmers from a land that the Empire needed. It made sense, the Empire needed that land as it was the ideal location on that planet for the communications array that was to be set up there. The array would help the entire world, by acting as a long range connection to other systems, rather than relying on the short range communications arrays that the planet had before. So DS-4791 did not understand why the squatters were protesting the eviction. They had been informed that if they left peacefully they would be allowed to make their homes elsewhere. This was no longer their land, it was needed by the Empire to improve their lives. When the command came to fire on the squatters he obeyed without question, it was the right thing to do, the few could not stand in the way of progress for the many. So why did it give him nightmares. The worst was seeing the little girl, torn apart by the concussive blast. Why did her face haunt him? Then came the Holo message from home, from his father. He had not meant to see it. Or at least his squad leader had not meant him to. Heis squad leaders datapad was malfunctioning in the field, and no one was qualified in computer repair, so his squad leader had given him the datapad to try and fix it, since he was the most technically inclined in he squad. When he gained access to the corrupted file system on the malfunctioning datapad he saw the file. A message to Garlen made no sense, Garlen was gone, he was DS-4791. Why would his squad leader have a message to Garlen in his files? Labelled 'Alert: Potential Familial Communication: DS-4791' there was no mistaking it referred to him. He could not resist opening the file. it was 4 months old already, so anything in it could not have been urgent. The message was short, his father looked like he had not eaten in days, he was unshaven, and unkempt. A disgrace to the Empire. Then his father spoke, quietly, and softly, choking back tears. "Garlen, please come home. Not to stay, we.. I know your service is needed by the Empire. But please, come and say goodbye. There was an accident.. your mother was irradiated, she will die. The corporation and their doctors say there is nothing that can be done, it is just a matter of days. Please, come home... The only comfort I have.. she has.. is her beliefs.. she keeps talking about it being alright.. that she will be one with the Force... whatever that means... crazy ideas that she gets. But she asks about you.. wherever you are, come and hold her, one last time let her see her son..." It was there that the message ended, leaving Garlen, no DS-4791.. confused. Strange that they had not passed on such an important message. Why would his commanding officers keep that from him? Then insult was added to injury, a final blow to DS-4791. As a stormtrooper he had regular physical and mental evaluations, they were part of routine. So after his regular monthly psychological evaluation he thought all was normal, until they called him in for a second one only two days later. Then a third the day after that, a more intensive evaluation than he had ever endured before. Then came the demotion and transfer out of the Stormtroopers, and assignment to a lowly role as prison transport driver with the Imperial Army. All they would tell him is that 'DS-4791 was no longer mentally suitable for stormtrooper duty'. They gave no explanation. And they threatened Garlen Veir withcourt martial if he asked one more tie why he was being downgraded to nothing more than a transport driver. He was ordered to use his given name, he no longer had a right to his stormtrooper designation, he had failed. Garlen did not understand. And still the nightmares came. Why in the dreams did the little girl look so much like his mother? Why did he fire that cannon at his mother? Then came his first assignment as prisoner transport driver. He was assigned to accompany a prisoner transfer to the spice mines of Kessel, where he would assume the role of transport driver moving prisoners from the spaceport to the mines. Basically a prison sentence in itself, demoted and punished for what? For doubting the wisdom of the Empire? For having a family? For having remorse over murdering innoent protestors? For hating himself for being a monster? He was underneath the prisoner repulsorlift transport in the cargo bay of the space transport, doing maintenance when he heard the distinctive sounds of blaster fire in the ships tight corridors. Something was happening. He rolled out from under the transport, unholstered his blaster and exited the cargo bay, only to see two stormtroopers rushing by in their white armour. "There has been a prisoner break, follow us." one explained as they rushed forward through the ship towards the cockpit. Rounding a corner he sees the two stormtroopers leveling their baster rifles at a group of unarmed prisoners that crowd in the entry door of the cockpit, about to cut the tired and wounded escapees down mercilessly. That was it, he finally understood what he had to do. He ran up behind the two and tackled the first trooper into the other, destroying their aims. As all three went down in a heap, with blaster fire deflecting off the walls and ceiling, he shouted at them "This is not what I signed up for! Not a one of these prisoners is a criminal or rebel." There is more sounds of blaster fire from inside the cockpit, followed by the roar of a wookie and a sickening crunch. Then he fired his own blaster, point blank into one of the troopers and the man stopped moving. The prisoners turn and handled the other, brutally and quickly. Entering the cockpit he found a young Imperial pilot clutching her wounded shoulder, an unconscious wookie crumpled at her feet. He holstered his blaster and raised his hands. "C'mon taking civilians to their death is not what they sold you in the recruiting vids is it? Let's get these people free" He reacted quickly, grabbing the emergency medpack from the wall by the door and rushing to the fallen wookie, intent on saving the creature before it's life ebbed. He knelt down beside the creature and began to work to patch the worst of the wounds when he saw the woman stagger again. "Hang on, I'll get to you as soon as GAK!..." His words were abruptly cut off as the wookie's huge fist closed on his throat. The woman managed to get the wookie to release him, but he did not know how, all he could see was spots in front of his eyes and hear his own heart pounding in his ears as he coughed, trying to get air. As soon as he could shake it off he again worked on the wounded creature, ready to leap back out ofd the way this time. In the weeks that followed, Garlen trained with the Rebels, attempting to gain their acceptance of the former trooper as much as finding where he could be of use. During these weeks would occasionally seek out SS-7-18.. I mean Nova. The only other ex-Imperial in the training camp, she understood a little of what it was like, to overcome years of indoctrination. Naturally, this meant he also encountered the big Wookie that was often at Nova's side. He feels oddly protective of the former slave, as if he feels personally responsible for the slave raid. As a trooper, who had visited several different worlds and systems, he had acquired a knack for languages, but this Shyriiwook proved strange, he understands most of it, but when he tries to speak it, he just cannot shape the sounds. Personality: Garlen is outwardly cold and aloof. When he does speak it is short, and pointed. He does not engage in idle chatter. Inwardly, Garlen s a man broken. He despises what the Empire made him, what they made him do. What he had trained for willingly, even eagerly. Several times, he has found himself alone in his quarters, holding his blaster, wondering if he should just take the easy way, to destroy the monster. The monster still lives, caged certainly, but there in his mind nonetheless. DS-4791 didn't have fear, or regret, or self-doubt. Or self-loathing. Ds4791 was just a machine, a ruthless, unfeeling weapon. A monster capable of killing innocents. And Garlen has to face that he willingly became that monster. Motivations: He will never ever be able to right the wrongs he has committed, but he can make the Empire pay for them. He is going to destroy the Empire or die trying, then maybe he can silence the ghosts in his memory. But until the Empire is destroyed he cannot quite, the image of that little girl demands it. To do less is to fail her. Quote: "This is not what I signed up for! Not a one of these prisoners is a criminal or rebel!" Connection With Characters:
Tiktuk | Alien Student of the Force (Attributes Traded)
Race: Jawa Height: .9 m 3' 11 1/2” Weight: 15.8 Kg Sex: Female Age: 16 (Adult) Physical Description: ![[Image: unhooded_jawa_small_zps4qrrn6br.jpg]](http://s193.photobucket.com/user/Fantasticworlds/media/unhooded_jawa_small_zps4qrrn6br.jpg.html) DEXTERITY 2D KNOWLEDGE 3D MECHANICAL 2D PERCEPTION 2D STRENGTH 2D TECHNICAL 4D Computer Prgm./Repair 5D Droid Prog./Repair 5D Space Transport Repair 5D Character Points: 2 Move: 10 Size: 0.8-1.2 meters tall Force Sensitive: Yes Force Points: 2 -1 Equipment: Amulet of the Jawa Shaman Basic Toolkit Force Skills: Control: 3D Sense: 2D Alter: 2D Background: Tiktuk was born on the planet Tatooine and was born force sensitive, Her father was a Jawa Trader and her mother was a Jawa Shaman. Her mother did not at first realize her daughter was force sensitive. Young Tiki as her mother called her grew only till she could toddle about before shes was discovered as a Force sensitive by the Other Jawa Shamans in the tribe. Her instruction began in the ways of Shamanism and the Manipulation of her own body and then the abilities of seeing the ancient spirits. Soon she was moving pebbles about with her mind. Oddly enough though Tiktuk showed an odd predilection even among Jawa she was innately curious and talented with technological devices, taking them apart fixing them and putting them back together and using both tools and the force to do this. She called it sensing the flow of the machines life and simply healing the broken parts. Soon she was learning more and more about the tech around her till one day she had the great opportunity to see a star-ship up close. she of course went on board and was like a youngling in a candy store. By the time the trooper who was supposed to be guarding the ship got back from relieving himself she had literally disabled the ship in search of the part that was injured in the sub-light drive. Before she could fix it though the Trooper caught her by the back of her robes and put a blaster rifle to her face. She tried to explain that she was healing a disharmony in the great furnace of the flying crawler. The trooper did not however understand Jawa Trade and put her in a cage. When the rest of his group got back she was taken back to base as a Saboteur and possible rebel. Tortured by the Empire it was decided that she would be sent to the mines of Kessel to be worked unto death. The transport Tiktuk was on was very crowded with big folks and so she curled up into a corner. Then tried to communicate with her mother across the great place of the spirit. Sadly she was unable to locate her mothers Spirit home and soon the ship stopped, she was forced onto another ship that then had a horrible fight on it. The ship Landed and more big people were talking about various things and a Rebel Alliance that was trying to fight the Empire. The mention of Sith and Jedi was in their some place as well. But what got Tiktuks attention was that she was now very far from home and among only the big folks most of which could not communicate with her. She did however feel kinship towards one of the larges big folk. it was a large sentient covered in hair and it too could not physically speak basic. Tiktuk simply followed it around the place as it moved. always trying to hide and knowing she was pitiful at it at best. Still the Big folk seemed to either ignore her or at least leave her alone. She did note that the large hairy big folk followed a Dark haired big folk with protrusions on its upper Torso. She might be on the outside and quiet but she followed them about so when they got on a ship so did she. not really knowing it was a mission to rescue a Jedi at an Imperial prison. Big Folks are so confusing! (Yes she understands basic but she was basically overwhelmed and in culture shock.) 
08-01-2017, 05:55 PM
Corrand, the Balosar
DEXTERITY 3D+1 Blaster 4D Dodge 3D+2 KNOWLEDGE 2D MECHANICAL 2D Ship Piloting 3D PERCEPTION 3D+2 Search 5D Con 4D Forgery 4D STRENGTH 3D TECHNICAL 4D Demolitions 6D Security 5D antennapalps: A Balosar’s antennapalps are sensitive to sound and provide a +1D bonus to search by sound. Poison Resistance: +1D to stamina to resist poisons. Story Factors: Moral Ambiguity: Con and bargain rolls made against a Balosar gain a +1D+1 bonus, if promising profit or power. Move: 10/12 Size: 1.6 meters tall on average |
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