SW Mafia: Character Thread

Name: Rhaa T'Lair
Race: Twi'lek - Female
Home Planet: Ryloth
Age: 150 human years

Rhaa T'Lair is a rarity. She is a translucent shade of red and every bit the vicious bounty hunter she is rumored to be. Her early life of servitude, mainly because of her prized color, has given her a bitter taste for the males of her race and politicians who enslaved her. She was bought, then freed, by a Senator of the Republic, just as the jedi were being hunted and destroyed and the Emperor took over the known universe.

She is sympathetic to the Jedi's plight, but not vocal. She embraces her freedom and guards it well. She has no love for the Empire but does not speak against it. Rhaa's arrival in Kessler perplexes even her. She has no official bounty on the spice mining world but uses her occupation as her passage to the planet. Rhaa didnt understand the force and didnt think to label the draw to this planet as such. But she was there now and she would wait to see what happens.

Rhaa disembarked modified Chir'darki and approached one of the cargo men in the docking station. She had left her head tails or lekkus unbound and they twitched with each word. She tolerated the leers from the man and then walked away, taking out a leather band to tie her tails together. She made no actions to hide her weapons, laser guns hitched to her belt. She would use her inherit patience and adaptability in the local taverns, looking for answers as to why she had come.

Standing in front of, no doubt, the filthiest tavern in the trade district, she called upon her world's motto as again some men outside the entrance started to cat call to her, 'one cannot defeat a heat storm, one must ride it'.

Sometimes she hated being red.

Name: Skylar M'kal
Race: Corellian ( looks human ) - Female
Home Planet: Corellia
Age: 19
Hair: Shoulder length white hair *usually messy style
Eyes: Clear blue
Skin: Tanned

Skylar is a senator from Corellia. One of the last elected from an accelerated political program she was a shinning star among her pupils. Considered to be strong willed and even more strong minded on her planet. However in the senate they believe her a snobby little girl with bad interpersonal skill. Little do they know she can charm the venom out of a snake when she wants too.

She has spent her life being taught how to be a politician. Being ruthless and cunning was only the beginning of her education. There is not one senator she does not know by name or their planet.

Skylar opposes the empire when ever she can and has even taken a post in their security force, Cor-Sec. She is not much of a fighter but believes you can not ask people to do what you are not willing to. In spite of her acting she is a senator of the people and will not allow them to be hurt.

She is beautiful but not in the normal way. Her features are sharp and her eyes intense it is her presence and baring that bring this through. She has clear blue eyes and pure white hair short to her shoulders. She is always in senator robes of all shades.

Skylar has kept her views on the Jedi and a rebellion against the empire to herself. She can not help them if she is dead or captured. Skylar prays for the Jedi return at all coasts even if that includes her life eventually for now her job is to fit in act the snobby ignorant girl and fight for her people in an arena many would not dare enter.

The Bent Lekku was a spacer dive, nestled uncomfortably at the geographical center of the Kalu’uun starport. Heavy freight traffic in the region, coupled with the rather unsavory nature of its clientele, invariably assured that it would never be one of those quaint little places where you could sit down for a nice, quiet drink. In fact, with the steady, authoritative roar of freighters lifting off day and night, the Bent Lekku became a favored smuggler hideaway; there really was no better place on all of Ryloth to broker deals of the more illegitimate variety without running the risk of being overheard. Privacy was, after all, a necessity in the business.

Kavitha, wrapped in a pair of grease stained nylar coveralls, sat unaccompanied at one of the corner tables, nursing a warm glass of synthale. Before coming to the Lekku, she had made sure to pass on several opportunities to shower, and had pulled her hair back into an unattractive nest in an effort to make herself appear as undesirable as possible. Still, every once in a while a fellow patron would approach and offer to buy a drink, their crooked grins carrying the implication that a tour of their ship would follow shortly after, no doubt culminating in an extended viewing of their sleeping quarters. She did her best to guard her privacy with menacing glares, allowing would be suitors to leave of their own volition; the pair of blasters strapped to her hips were reserved for anyone who got too overzealous.

She was waiting for a contact by the name of Bib Turanga, and he was late for their meeting by nearly an hour. She had never met Turanga face to face, few ever did, as he was a notoriously paranoid recluse, but Kavitha had spent the past few months running some fairly high risk jobs for him, and he had promised to meet with her in person for a more lucrative deal. Rumor had it he was diverting local spice shipments, and she had expressed interest through one of Turanga’s underlings a few weeks back. She wondered now though, if Turanga hadn’t changed his mind.

“H'chu apenkee, o'grandio lust,” a suprisingly cordial voice mewed from over her shoulder. She almost didn’t hear it over the din of the bar.

“For the last time,” Kavitha growled after a deep, irritable sigh. “I’m waiting...”

“For me,” the voice interrupted.

Kavitha turned around, and took in the tall, well dressed Twi’lek standing beside her. He ceremoniously bowed his head to one side, then flashed a toothy grin. She judged from the ornately decorated coat, and the expensive jewelry, that it was Bib Turanga. She looked around the room, and wondered which of the other patrons were his agents, and how long they had been watching her.

“I trust you haven’t been waiting long,” he said, taking a seat across the table from her. Kavitha held her tongue. “I was regrettably detained. Is the Orchid’s Kiss prepped and cleared for take off?”

“I have an open clearance, I can lift with tower confirmation.”

“Excellent, then lets do business.” He pulled a small datapad from within his coat, and slid it across the table. Kavitha picked it up, and was greeted with a rather large credit transfer to her account.

“What am I moving?”

“Spice,” he said casually.

“Just spice, for these rates?” she asked, raising an eyebrow inquisitively. “What’s the catch?”

“Increased risk,” Turanga responded. “The spice has been... diverted from various Imperial shipments through a series of clerical errors.”

She had him now. Kavitha tossed the datapad back across the table. “Do you know what the Imperial Navy does to spice smugglers when the cargo turns up to belong to them?”

“Then you aren’t interested?”

“I want double.”

“I can offer fifty percent more. On delivery.”

“Seventy.”

“Done.” He said, sliding the pad back across. “Thumb a receipt for that, and the rest will be deposited when you reach Correlia with the shipment.”

“And the cargo?” she asked, picking up the datapad and pressing her thumb to the screen.

“Will be loaded onto your ship within the hour,” Turanga said. “Now, if there’s nothing else, I’d like to get back to civilization.”

Turanga started to rise, but before he got to his feet a pair of Stormtroopers came in through the main entrance. They were heavily armed. He turned to make his way to the rear exit, but three more troopers blocked his escape. When he turned back to Kavitha, she had one of her blasters trained on his forehead.

“Smuggling is a serious crime,” she stated matter of factly, her lips curling into a cruel smile. “Dealing in stolen Imperial cargo is even worse. I’m afraid that you’re under arrest.”

Bib Turanga reached quickly into coat, but as Kavitha flicked the setting on her blaster from stun to kill, the weapon emitted a low hum that Turanga seemed to recognize. He pulled his hand back out slowly, his clawed fingers outstretched to show he wasn’t holding anything. He spat.

“Uba doompa D'emperiolo kung!”

“You’re not going to sweet talk your way out of...”

It was then that Kavitha sensed something was wrong with the situation. It had taken her months to set up enough jobs to make her way up to Turanga, but even though she was holding him at gunpoint, surrounded by Stormtroopers reading to raise the building to the ground should he make a run for it, something was wrong. Then it happened, a flash in her mind, and she could sense his thoughts, dark and malicious. She pulled the trigger and burned a hole through his face. Bib Turanga fell, smoking to the floor.

Kavitha quickly raced over to his smoldering corpse, and drew his jacket back. Inside, sewn into the lining, was a class C thermal detonator. The timer slide had been activated, and a kill switch had been linked to the coat with a small metal ring. No way to stop it, and if she tried to move it... She cursed under her breath. That paranoid freak had lined the rest of the jacked with perineum rods. The detonator alone was enough to vaporize the Bent Lekku, but when combined with the rods it had enough firepower to wipe out the entire starport. She closed the jacket and turned to the troopers.

“Evacuate your men.” She said to them meekly, her voice lacking it’s usual authoritative tone. She backed away from Bib Turanga slowly.

“Ma’am? What about Turanga?”

“Leave him!” she barked.

She turned and made her way out of the Lekku, and began to race towards her ship, but as she got reached it, she looked around her. There were dozens of freighters here, carrying countless tons of valuable cargo, most of it Imperial. Then there were all the pilots that flew those freighters, and the civilians on the ground. How much time did they have? She pulled out her comlink to warn the tower, then suddenly decided against it. There wasn’t time. She boarded the Orchid’s Kiss, got her clearance, and lifted off. Moments after she reached orbit, the Kalu’uun starport was vaporized in a massive explosion.

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A loud beeping sound woke Kavitha from her sleep. She made her way back to the cockpit and saw that she was nearly ready to pull the ship out of hyperspace. She drew back a horizontal lever, and the Kessel star field fell into place. Kessel was probably the last place she pictured herself visiting, but after the incident on Ryloth, she had been forced into hiding. Imperial Intelligence did not take kindly to botched jobs, especially ones that cost the Empire millions of credits in repairs and lost cargo. She decided to run, rather then report back to her superiors, a promising career wiped clean by one explosion. She figured an Imperial prison colony was the last place anyone would look for her. No one chose to come here.

The comlink crackled, and she punched a button on the control panel.

“Freighter, what is your cargo and destination,” a voice asked. It sounded bored and irritated. She punched another button and began to speak.

“Kessel penal colony, carrying food packs and drill parts,” she replied. “Transmitting clearance code”

She waited, knowing the code would check out. Although most of the more important codes she had memorized would have been wiped immediately after her flight from Ryloth, some of the more simple ones would take some time to adjust, if they were changed at all. Codes like the one she had just sent would more then likely become a nice source if income for her.

“Clearance granted,” the voice finally responded. “Do not deviate from your present course.”

She could see the Star Destroyer hovering in the distance, and knew there would be another on the far side. She smiled to herself, and plotted a course for the planet surface.



Name: Kavitha Lennu
Species: Human
Home Planet: Coruscant
Affiliation: Formerly of Imperial Intelligence

Name: Destai Ne'allen
Race: Human
Home Planet: Alderaan
Age: 15

Destai Ne'allen led a happy and peaceful childhood on her home planet of Alderaan. She was used to all things high profile, as her mother was fairly high in the political game, a Senator. While she was quite content with her mother, there was always a shroud of mystery surrounding her father. She knew nothing of him. Her mother continuously danced around questions, often answering with nothing other than a smile or by simply saying, "He is an honorable man." Having little to go on, Destai would often lay in bed at night and dream of her father. Perhaps a ruler of a far away planet. Or even a Jedi. She drifted off to sleep very few nights without a smile on her small face.

The young Destai's world came crashing down when she was only 11 years of age. She sat quietly in the chair and heard very little of what her mother's assistant was saying. "Mechanical Difficulties.." ...."Explosion..." ..."No survivors..." She felt as though she was living someone elses life, watching their grief with a sympathetic gaze. Surely it wasn't her mother that was dead! She reached up and brushed her cheek with her fingertip and felt her own tears. It felt as though the very air around her snapped back into place and the wind was knocked from her chest. Her dear, sweet mother!

Four years had passed since that day, and the child scarcely recognized herself. She had been placed with a very nice family after the death of her mother. That wasn't nearly enough. She fled their home in the middle of the night and never looked back again. She vowed to herself that she would find her father by any means possible. She had little money, so she would usually sneak into the cargo holds of ships and hope that she found herself in a hospitable environment when she disembarked. So far she had been lucky. She had found herself in both Bespin and Naboo, but had found no clues as to who her father was.

She was shaken from her reverie as the ship came to a halt. She ran her fingers through her short blond curls and set to gathering her belongings. Before she boarded, she heard that this particular ship was bound for Kessel. She knew little of the place other than she hadn't been there yet. Hearing voices as people began to scatter to unload the cargo, Destai shrugged her backpack into place and knelt behind a large box. As usual, she would wait until the moment she would be least likely to be seen and take her leave then.

Name: Daynn Tavira
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Home Planet: Ord Mantell
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 185 lbs
Age: 29
Eye color: Brown
Hair: Brown, long, and unkempt

Daynn was born and raised in the casino districts of Ord Mantell, where he lived as a small-time scoundrel and con-man, preying on naïve and ignorant tourists. He spent the first quarter century of his life barely scraping by, squandering any spare cash he accumulated in one of the planet’s many casinos. Then, one day, he discovered the game of Vector, which he apparently had a natural aptitude for due to exceptional skill at reading his opponents and an uncanny ability to know when his luck was about to turn. A few nights spent playing the game and he had enough money to last him a year. A few months later, he had accumulated enough money for him to live a modest life to the end of his days. Not content with this, he took to the stars in search of the finer things in life.

Daynn now wanders the galaxy in search of fun. He does not consider himself an adventurer, because, although having a few stories to tell, he is not especially fond of danger or exploration and especially dislikes being shot at or held captive. Rather, he prefers more conventional excitements: gambling, spice, Twi’lek dancers, and other such vices. Although not famously wealthy, he is well off enough to buy respect in most locales and establishments. He maintains his fortune by nearly constant high-stakes gambling, and over the recent years his skill has grown immensely and expanded from Vector to nearly every game and venue in the galaxy.

Although not a junkie or an addict, Daynn is a big fan of spice. A few months ago, he tried Glitterstim, which became his new favorite thing: preferable even to Twi’lek dancers. He learned that the best, purest, and freshest spice came from the planet of Kessel. Despite the obvious risks involved due to the Imperial presence there, Daynn set of on an uncharacteristically daring adventure. He fell in with some smugglers and after a few weeks time found himself on Kessel, ready to purchase some of and then indulge in the finest Glitterstim in the galaxy.

Daynn is 29 years old, stands just over 6’ tall, and has a fairly muscular and athletic build. He is considered attractive in a dangerous, roguish way, and his charisma, wealth, and playboy lifestyle have made him quite popular with females of many races.

He is not fond of the Empire because he firmly believes that people should be free to live their own lives, and sees no need for galactic unification and order: people would get by on their own. However, he is fully aware that the Empire is an entity set up by powerful men through which they might gain more power, and knows that these men are all much more powerful than himself. Thus, as much as he might dislike the Empire, he would be the last person to take up arms against them.

Having never met a Jedi back when they actually existed, Daynn is rather neutral towards them. They were made out to be power-hungry villains and betrayers, yet those words just as easily describe the Imperials, so who knows whose story to believe?

Name: Miika
Home Planet: Endor
Race: Ewok
Sex: Female
Age: Indeterminate (young adult)

On a planet steeped in spirituality and tradition, in a treetop city invisible to all but those eyes that know what to look for, a tiny child was born years ago who baffled the mystics and chiefs alike.

As her mother held the squalling babe, the midwife shook her head and made an odd chuckling noise. One of the men present made an abrupt move toward the new mother, thrusting out his furry paws imperiously with an uttered command.

The new mother held her ground, cradling her newborn babe as its father stood by, helpless with indecision. Slowly, the man lowered his paws, narrowing his small, beady eyes and giving a sniff of his upturned, button nose.

No good will come of this, was the message his face clearly sent. Still the mother held on, refusing to give up her child. Shaman Iuku shook his head and sniffed again, turning to Chief Paka.

The chief hid his chuckle under a stern cough. The shaman and chief turned to leave together, as the new mother began to relax. They would not take her child today. Tomorrow may be another fight, but she was willing to take the risk.

On the threshhold, Iuku turned suddenly. "You will have to give her up someday," he said, in the odd chuckling language of the Ewoks. "She is born to a specific purpose. She will not remain yours."

Now the father moved to stand beside his mate. "We will raise her until then," he said.

Chief Paka nodded his approval and left, with Iuku following behind.

With a tender paw, the mother pushed away the babe's swaddling, revealing just-drying mottled red and white fur and bright, inquisitive eyes. "Miika," she said softly. "Your name will be Miika."

Mother and father held each other close, forgetting completely the words of the shaman.

***

Miika was born and raised on Endor, with her parents. Just before she reached adulthood, a stranger came to their planet. It was a human man. He was welcomed by the elders yet they were wary of him at he same time. When they said his name, Onuran Nakos, Miika felt a strange rush of kinship. The man turned, and as if his gaze could pierce the very treetrunks themselves, he found her eyes and held them.

"The young one over there," Onuran said, "What is her name?"

Iuku followed the man's gaze. "That is Miika."

"She's the one I've come for," Onuran said, making it a statement.

Iuku nodded. "She is."

In a short time, Miika found herself caught up in training. Onuran, a jedi knight, taught her of the strange feeling inside of her called the Force. Miika learned many things in the years to follow, but she and her master were always on the run. It was a dangerous time, Onuran explained, with the Empire all about.

She learned about the dark side, about the Sith, and learned not to fear, but to respect them while holding on to her own ideals. She understood the threat they posed and knew why it was important not to fear, but when their tiny ship was ambushed by Imperial spies en route to a small enclave of Jedi, Miika learned to know the thirst for justice.

Their craft barely made it to the tiny smugglers' planet. Miika was the only one to stumble from the wreckage alive.

What race are you? Kaminoan
What is your home planet? Kamino
How old are you? 18 years old
Why are you here? A scientist and explorer
What are your feelings on the Jedi? the Empire? No particular interest one way or the other.

Lian Si is Kaminoan, a failed clone experiment of her own species. Kaminoans believe in perfection in all things so when Lian Si showed odd traits such as a desire to travel and the ability to sense things, they considered her an aborration. She was due to be destroyed and remade when she found a way off the city, hiding herself in with a bunch of space traders bound for Botha.

Once she found herself on a space station she sold her scientific abilities to the highest bidder and now works for a smuggling organization in whatever scientific capacity they have need of.

Lian Si stands an impressive 7ft in height and has all the elegant willowy grace her race is known for. Her skin is a pearly white as are her eyes. She tends to wear clothing in white or shades of grey.

Kaminoans can see into the ultrviolet spectrum and tend to be quiet and reserved. Lian Si rarely speaks and always does so quietly. She believes in her visions because they've not led her wrongly so far. They led her to Kessel and she's curious to know why.

For those that are still not sure which the Kaminoans are.. they are the ones that made the clone army in Episode II.

Kashaal
Race: Togorian
Home Planet: Togoria
Age: 27 years
Occupation: Jedi Padawan

Kashaal was the padawan of the Jedi Master Yevik Vaal. Vaal was friend to both Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi. He and Kashaal were deep within the Outer Rim when Vader took came to power and the extinction of the Jedi Order began.

For several years, they managed to remain out of sight, safe from the Empire’s manhunt. It was only a matter of time, however, until they were found. Vaal was strong in the Force, and keeping himself and his padawan hidden proved to be difficult. When the Jedi hunters came for them, it was all Vaal could to do to keep them from finding Kashaal (whom Vaal had to render unconscious).

When Kashaal awoke, he found himself hidden within a shipping crate. Clawing free, he found the destruction that was his hiding place with his Master. Vaal was gone, though his robe and lightsaber remained.

That was four years ago, and since then Kashaal has been on the run. Being weaker in the Force than his Master, he’s had an easier time hiding from the Force sensitive watch dogs that are always seeking his kind. He carries Vaal’s lightsaber with him, as well as his own. In the rare moments where he feels safe to do so, he practices with both, hoping that one day he may help to bring down the Empire, perhaps even face Vader himself, and so bring retribution for the slaughter of his order, and the death of his Master.

Kashaal is a Togorian, a tall (over seven feet) feline-like race. Though Force-trained, he is still young, and has a foul temper. On his planet, with his people, he would have been a hunter, a nomad who sought live prey to bring down and feed his tribe with. When he was in his early teens, Yevik Vaal found him, sensing his potential with the Force, and took him away from Togoria to train him as a Jedi. Now that his Master is dead, and he has no direction, he is given to violent outbreaks, which he attempts to restrain, but which his nature sometimes brings out anyway.

Kashaal is now on Kessel to help those gathering there to unify and form a new Jedi Order. That is his ideal goal, and he does not want to settle for less. He does so for the memory and honor of his Master, as well as a faint hope that someone there can help him to tame the anger inside him. He greatly fears that anger will turn his soul dark, and will lead him down the path to the Darkside. He has had dreams, dark dreams, where he can see Darth Vader, his terrible black armor. Vader cuts down his Master, Yevik Vaal, a deep laughter coming from the ebon helmet. Then slowly, Vader removes that helmet, revealing Kashaal’s face beneath. Often, Kashaal’s room is in shambles after such a dream, from his lashing out in fear and anger.

Bah...take me out. Due today...and I still dont have time to think up a toon.

Me too, me too!
*jumping up and down *

Mafia madness!!!

Name: Sebri Stoutheart
Race: Human- Female
Home Planet: Ryla
Age: 27

Sebri is torn between the light and the dark, her parents were killed when she was 17 for "supposedly" being Jedi masters. While the force was strong in Sebri, it was weak in her pearents, they had the ability to preform Light telekinsis and that was it.

Sebri for all her training is consumed by bitterness and hate. She knows how to calm herself and if she doesnt soon....Lord Vader will find her and kill her like he did her parents.

Wow.. I finally get to play myself, as I was originally designed!!! YAY!!

What race are you? Human, fused with bio-mechanical improvements, that include "wings" - metal supports that hold out cape to achieve flight, or a more controled descent when jumping off of things.. leg and wrist supports.. for better controled and rapid movement.
What is your home planet? Corellia
How old are you? 25

Name: Opianua Niandi
Race: Codru-Ji- Female
Home Planet: Munto Codru
Age: 17

Opianua is still just a child when it comes to the ways of the universe. Just a
few years out of her cocoon, she has had very little time to learn the language
of her people let alone the growing dangers of the Empire stretching to almost
unknown planets like hers.

The Codru-Ji is a race of beings with four arms, beautiful human and wolf-like
features, and a graceful demeanor. They are born as canines or Wyrwulves and
enter their chrysalis at puberty to then emerge as an adult Codru-Ji. Another
quality which sets them apart is their Hypersonic hearing and speech, which
gives Opianua's force adept abilities a nice advantage, but she finds it
difficult to fit in when she excels at such an advanced rate.

Opianua comes from a planet that rarely sees outsiders. Her family is in a very
important political stature and has spent her entire life in the safe confines
of her father's government palace, to take his place when she comes of age.

When a dark Jedi approached Opianua, he was already aware of her heightened
abilities, and came to coax her to the dark side. Her family feared for their
daughter's very soul and wanted to protect her from the dark advances of the
Empire, so they had no choice but to have Opianua smuggled out of her home.

Now in the company of strangers paid by her family to keep her safe, she has
traveled long and far to the planet Kessel. Although she fears for her life,
she also has a deep feeling that she needs to be here, on this planet, at this
time. Something calls to her.

tap tap i am yoda.

Name: Manotas Jettster
Race: Besalisk
Home planet: Coruscant
Age: 18

I can still remember the smoke curling like fog throughout the temple, illuminated in flashes by my fellow padawan as they valiantly struggled against the hooded Jedi knight. Rushing among the corpses, trying as hard as I could to subdue the rage and sadness that threatened to unbalance my focus, I swept up three more lightsabers, one for each arm. Yoda had forbidden me to use more than one weapon at a time, insisting that I trust in the force's guidance rather than my own dexterity. "Such is the path to arrogance," he had calmly said to me. "In your own physical prowess trust not, youngling. But a bit of the force are you; an illusion is that large body and its four arms." Now, however, I would have to face a Jedi knight who was slaughtering my brethren, a sith lord, no doubt.

Activating all four blades, I stepped through the smoke into the chamber from which moments ago had come blood-curdling screams. The hum and blur of a blue lightsaber greeted me, and I quickly deflected the blade. I had no idea how to use four of these weapons at once, but rather than dwell upon the fear I ought to have felt or the danger to myself that multiple blades presented, I simply dropped away and let the energy of the force flow through me. Never before that moment had I truly understood the teachings of my masters. Yoda shrilled on and on about the dangers of fear, of attachments, of anger; at that moment, defending myself from the hooded sith, I felt nothing but peace and a desire to stop the suffering of others. Simultaneously I realized, I felt how every death pained the very fabric of the universe, how the force cried out to me to restore order, how it responded to my abandonment of self by trebling my strength and focusing my actions.

Our blades blurred and singed the air, and as the smoke cleared a bit, his yellowed eyes blinked at me in recognition. Stepping back, he jerked his hood away with a snatching motion. All my control vanished. It was Ani, my friend, the fun-loving older brother I never had. He and Obi-wan were responsible for my having been accepted for training; they knew my uncle Dexter well, and in their many visits to our flat on the lower levels, they had become aware of my force-sensitivity. I had always looked up to Ani.

He had even promised to personally take charge of my training once the Clone Wars were over.

I couldn't breath. My hearts twisted inside me with rage and disappointment. I wanted to scream, wanted to rip him to pieces, wanted to hug him and beg him to stop...

"Why?!?" I managed to grunt with a gurgling, desperate child's voice. "Ani, why?"

His face softened for the briefest of moments, then his eyes went yellow and blank. "Because I must. Because you're a danger to the Republic, all of you.

"Because... Padmé will die if I don't, Manotas. Now go. Run. Go to your uncle and flee this world. When time passes, pledge your allegiance to Palpatine, and I will do what I can."

I stood there for a moment, uncomprehending.

"GO!" he screamed, and the very walls of the room seemed to buckle in with the force of his anger and despair.

I ran.

Uncle Dexter smuggled me away in the chaos that ensued. We hooked up with a group of disgruntled citizens of the Republic who wanted nothing to do with the new Galactic Empire. Together we settled here, on this hellish world at the galaxy's outermost edge, mining and eking out an existence as best we can, as free men for a time, until the Imperial garrison put us under their thumb.

I go by Farinx Urtador now, in case Lord Vader happens to be looking for me, ready to force me to make good on my tacit promise of fealty.

Sometimes I wish he'd just struck me down that day. I haven't used the force, as far as I can tell, in ten years. But those four lightsabers are sitting at the bottom of my trunk, waiting, reminders of what I once believed in and the friends who died to protect those ideals.

May the force give me an opportunity to make their deaths worthwhile.

Name: Eikoow Eojeillib
Gender: Female
Race: Wookie
Age: 21
Home planet: Kashyyyk

Eikoow walked behind the others, slowly shuffling her feet. She knew she shouldn't walk so slowly or she would get stunned by the guards, but she was so tired. Her feet ached, her back ached...her whole body was tired and sore. She picked up another package and heaved it onto the ship. Eikoow longed to open it, to sniff that sweet spice one more time. She loved the power it gave her, the feeling of control...

A sharp sting of pain brought her focus back to her work. She walked slightly faster and went to retrieve more packages for the shipment.

Note to Blackrabbit -- I had decided earlier to be an Ewok also but you posted before I could finish mine so hopefully it will be okay if I take a twist sideways off your post -- GL and Land Speed!!
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Name: Thlatcher
Race: Ewok
Gender: Male
Age: 23

I, Thlatcher, didn’t realize that, as the son of the Endorian ambassador to what was left of the ever shrinking Alliance that it would mean I would be asked first be a stowaway and then to act like I was developing Jedi powers. The only powers I was aware of so far within my Ewoki self was to be voraciously hungry most of the time and to stumble a lot when I tried to run really fast or jump. But then again, with the exception of being able to unravel complex knots I was pretty much like the rest of my family and on a bigger scale, my tribal clan. Yip! Yip! Still, it was such fun to live among the trees in our quietly swaying village most of the time.

That was until we intercepted and decoded an intergalactic message about the Empire’s Jedi witch hunt. Normally we would have just maintained our troglodytic attitudes about the rest of the galaxy’s squabbles but somehow this seemed different and felt closer. We knew that not long ago a Jedi by the name of Onuran Nakos had come and taken Miika away. And so our shamanic leader Iuku had thought it would behoove us to send someone else to Kessel where word had it a few Jedi were gathering to try and make sense of all this and work out a plan before the apparently horrific black Sith monster always mentioned with hushed fear ridden voices turned his dark sinister senses in that direction. Chief Paka and the rest of the tribe maintained grave hopes that Miika had been guarded and guided by her master and was still alive and faring well in her studies.

Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate that I was selected by our coconut lottery method in the tribal counsel to go and seek my former playmate’s whereabouts remained to be seen…..

Name
I will answer to Brother. My given name is irrelevant.

What race are you?
Clawdite

What is your home planet?
Tatooine

How old are you?
Age is a distraction to enlightenment.

Why are you here? Are you a smuggler, an activist, a bounty hunter, or an imperial spy?
I am a B'omarr Monk on a holy pilgrimage.

What are your feelings on the Jedi? The Empire?
Such things are beyond the concern of a truly enlightened mind.

Understanding of the force:
ooc: Brother believes that any usual abilities he possesses are the result of his disciplined training and signs that he is closer to enlightenment.

A gentle hand on my shoulder pulled me without, back to the outside world. I do not know how long I sat in meditation; physical time is irrelevant in the monastery. I looked up at the distraction in query. He looked back at me for a time, then walked away.

It was time for the shedding. It would be my duty to assist.

My master’s body was spread out on a metal table. The instruments for the surgery were prepared; we would begin soon. But first, the words. Traditionally, a B’omarr Monk gifts his student with a final lecture on achieving enlightenment before the shedding.

His lecture was as follows:

Pilgrimage.

The shedding was completed with quick deftness, and, as always, in silence. There is no need for the distraction of words during the rite; it is a sacred time. When we finished, and my master’s brain was placed with the other enlightened ones on a shelf, I stepped outside the cavern monastery for the first time since I had entered.

It was a most distracting experience.

I made my way to the nearest vessel. Where it went is irrelevant. The Hutts favored me with passage, as was expected; during training, a monk is required to build with his hands. I built for the Hutts.

Vessel. We are all vessels. I was now a vessel within a vessel.

I meditated on the vessel for the duration of the journey. There was no one aboard the ship when I made my exit. I changed my form, as Clawdites are able to do, and entered the town. My master encouraged me to change my form every day, never repeating the same body, so that I would not grow attached to one way of being. This was a step on the path of enlightenment. Race, gender, height, weight…such things are distractions.

That day, I was a human male.

Name: Targin
Age: 23
Race: Zabrak
Home World: Iridonia
Profession: Wanderer

Force Adepts are rare in any age, but this is an especially dangerous time for them. Worse, there seems to be no one to guide, and teach them. Sadly the story was the same for Targin. Born and orphaned on Iridonia, he ran away at a young age and lived the harsh street life. Using his meager, and very mysterious (to him) "magic" powers he managed to stay out of serious trouble, and eventually gain enough credits to leave the large city life. Several years of travel and much hiding, running, and harsh wisdom earned at an early age Targin has found himself on Kessel. He can sense this wasn't a coincidence, but beyond that he is clueless, perhaps more clueless then those with no knowledge.

(ooc) I'm playing a force adept. Force adepts are in the RPG game basically as any force using character that isn't trained as either a Jedi or a Sith. They can be a backwater shaman, a prophet, or a "witch" that sees the force as magic. Targin knows what the force is, and that he uses it, but his skills are meager, and he keeps this hidden from others for fear of retribution from the Empire.

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