Name: Avix Veir
Species: Human
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Jedi Knight
Captive? No he is on the rescue team
Appearance:

Flaws:

Pragmatic- He often will approach the solution of situations with the highest outcome of success and never takes what ifs into consideration. The ends must always justify the means or it will appear pointless to him.

Compassion- will often show mercy to his adversary and will give them one chance to turn away from their foul deeds.

Opportunistic- When one is presented with an opening it would be foolish to not take it even if there is a slight chance that it may not go in their favor.

Distant- A good majority of his life have been dedicated to fighting the Sith and through it has lost many comrades over the years. He learned early on that it is best to keep others at an arm’s length as they could be gone the next day. This attitude makes it quite difficult for others to get close to him or for him to put his trust in others.

Cocky- Avix is very sure of himself and this often can be seen as arrogance

Skills:
Form II Makashi, Form V Djem So
He is well versed in the art of stealth and sabotage.
Duelist
Sub-par in slicing
Adequate skill in the use of poisons
Extensive knowledge in explosives and how to create them.
An uncanny skill in improvisation.
Basic Piloting
Culinary excellence

Force capabilities:
Basic Jedi abilities
Force Cloak
Tutaminis Advanced
Force Stun

Biography:
Avix was born in the Outer Rim to a family who lived in poverty, this is the extent of his knowledge of his family as he was taken by a Jedi Watchmen when he was an infant. He would be raised and trained on a praxeum ship that patrolled the Outer Rim. It was during this time that he was taught the history of the Jedi and how they were the peacekeepers of the Galaxy. In turn he was educated that the Sith are the greatest cause of suffering in the galaxy and threat to peace in their lust for power. Avix would take to this indoctrination quite easily and would often be trying to better himself so that he could stand up to threat lurking in the shadows.

These first 10 years of his life were rather peaceful as he diligently practiced and ate up any information he could get his hands on that would make him a better Jedi hopeful. He had an innate drive to be the best at an early age, often alone studying or practicing. The others younglings often saw him as a peculiar and rarely interacted with him outside of their lessons. This however would be shattered when the Sith Empire returned. Avix however was ignorant to this as at around this time he was chosen by Lucia Thaxton to be her apprentice. She was peculiar as some of her beliefs conflicted with the more rigid teachings of the order that had been hammered into him since before he could walk. It was quite the culture shock and would often cause him challenge her. This would cause her more often than not put Avix in his place in the gentlest way possible.

However news soon would come of the Sith Empires return and destruction of the diplomatic team in the Aparo sector. Thus the peaceful existence he had known would soon come to an end. The training he would receive was quite different then what was taught to him aboard the praxeum ship. He would learn how to make explosives, splice into computer terminals, Makashi, stealth and various other skills that would make him effective in this time of war. Avix would take to these skills quite quickly with the exception of splicing. The news of the Sith victories drove him more to practice and better himself under Lucia’s tutelage.

It wouldn't be long before he would go on his first missions but they weren’t exactly what he expected. Avix had it in his head that they would involve fighting on the front lines to defend the Republic from the Sith menace. However he was greeted with the other side of war which involved sabotage and skulking about in the shadows. Initially he would be quite clumsy during these missions as he wasn’t adept in the art of stealth and putting it into practice was more difficult than he could have ever imagined. On his first missions things did not go as planned and often would lead to failure because of him. He met this adversity quite well and continued to hone his craft. He was fortunate that his master was patient, although she did scold him for his mistakes. It was always in a constructive and caring manner in which allowed him to grow.

Before long Avix finally found his stride and started to show shades of the Jedi he could be. During this time many soldiers of the Sith Empires soldiers fell to him either directly or indirectly. It wouldn’t be long before he would encounter his first duel which was yet another humbling experience. He nearly lost to a sith apprentice if it wouldn’t have been for an underhanded trick that allowed him to get the upper hand and disable her. As he was about to finish her off his master immediately stepped in and prevented the fatal blow. Avix would protest but she would immediately harp back to one of the things she had tried to drill into his head. He had long overlooked showing mercy to the sith as he had yet to be put into a situation that would allow for it. He took it with a grain of salt as his master was rather eccentric but she stood firm on this much to his surprise. She was more than a mentor to him and this bond won through as he reluctantly obeyed. The sith would mock the gesture and with that she would meet her end.

The years would continue to pass and Avix would begin to take on some of his master’s quirks such as the willingness to show mercy to the sith. However this would only be if he was given the opportunity which wasn’t all too often. He would develop some unbecoming characteristics on his own with the most notable one being his cockiness. It started to develop during his padwan years as confidence but soon warped into borderline arrogance as he became more successful in his abilities.
By the age of 18 he would pass the Jedi Trials and would now forgo similar clandestine assignments on his own. He would gain the favor of the Republic Commandos during these years due to his pragmatic approach which often led to minimal casualties. This however was not seen favorable amongst some of the more cavalier Jedi he’d serve with who often had difficulty making the tough decisions and had a more conventional approach to thiese situations. Most also disagreed with his approach to handling the sith and had the sentiment that the only good sith is a dead sith.

It was during these years that he would come across a rather peculiar red headed sith. She was filled with rage and his cocky demeanor throughout the duel probably added to her fury. However it would end in a draw. Such a twisted creature and began to wonder if something like that was worthy of mercy.
The years would pass and eventually he would be chosen to become a Jedi Shadow. His unwavering devotion to the order and his service record made him an easy a choice. Although is his unorthodox ideals about the sith being redeemable made quite a few in the order unnerved.
The next three years he would perform exceptionally well in his role as a shadow and would achieve success through any means necessary. He wasn’t opposed to underhanded tactics when the situation called for it. To him all that matters is if the mission succeeds with the least amount of casualties. There is merit in living to fight another day as opposed dying in vain.

Personality and/or Motivation
Avix comes off as warmly distant to those who meet him. He is good natured to an extent but never makes any effort to form solid bonds with the other Jedi. To him it is easier this way as they could be gone the next day. He is content with lurking about in the shadows and doesn’t mind that most of his deeds go unnoticed. The thought of destroying another potential asset for the sith brings him great pleasure and enjoys being a thorn in their side. The pleasure of destroying a siths pride brings a smile to his face. He has a pragmatic approach to many things and will not go along with anything he deems fool hardy. However Avix has the willingness to show mercy to those who often don’t deserve any. He always gives the sith he defeated one last chance to come back to the light.
Player’s long term goals: He hopes to one day show that a sith can be successfully be redeemed back to the light. He also hopes to end a vendetta with a certain female sith.

Relations:
He has a bit of a rivalry with a female Sith he encountered early in his days as a knight. He hopes to put that creature out of its misery and see the pride fade from those dark eyes. Such a beast cannot be redeemed.
Master Tetsu- He met her briefly when he sought out information on a criminal organization that was dealing sith artifacts. The exchange didn’t leave him thinking highly of Master Tetsu and Avix would see her as another typical Jedi Master.

Lyric Novan- During his years as a knight, Avix would help Lyric with numerous missions that required subterfuge and stealth that would help in the campaigns. He would develop a bit of a friendship with Lyric as he was a man of action and is rather easy to get along with. He also was one of the Masters that would recommend Avix to become a shadow.

Name: Andri Perrin
Species: Epicanthix
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Knight
Captive? Yes


At 193cm tall, Andri is shorter than average for her people but still taller than most humans. She has thick black hair usually tied back in a loose bun and dark brown eyes, a rounded face with a strong nose and a wide mouth and darkly tanned skin. Her build is lithe and wiry, with no real defining curves to show beneath her robes.



Epicanthix are immune to Force-assisted mental trick, influence, domination and mind reading.
Epicanthix are identifiable by the epicanthic fold of their eyelids.


Often blinds herself to the darkness in other, giving people the benefit of the doubt.
She is willing to give everyone chances to redeem themselves, but with each broken promise she becomes less lenient towards that person. She gives six chances to each individual - she’s twice as lenient as others, but after the sixth she will cut ties with that person. In the case of Sith, after six attempts at redemption she will instead attempt to ‘put them down’, regarding them as little more than rabid dogs.
Subscribes to the ideal that if you are going to change, you must change in all areas and not just the ones that are easiest or benefit you most.
Her combat skills are lacking, being more suited for diplomatic roles instead.
Automatically trusts all Jedi, except those that were previously Sith. Redeemed Sith, she treats with civility and neutrality, unless they have breached her chance limit, in which case she distrusts them and waits for the moment when they fall back to the darkness so she can put them down.
Looks towards a better tomorrow rather than dwelling on today or the past.


Basic field first aid (non-force powered)
Diplomacy, politics, history, basic tactics
High observation skills, able to read body language and the tension in a room to determine her next course of action.
Knitting
Highly skilled in Form I: Shii-Cho
Adept in Form III: Soresu


Tutaminis (basic)
Precognition
Mind Trick
Breath Control
Revitalise
Animal Friendship
Force Stun


Andri was born on Panatha in the Outer Rim Territories, but not long after her birth her parents moved further into the known galaxy, to Denon, for work opportunities. It was due to this that she was picked up at a very early age by the Jedi Order, and whisked away to the Jedi Academy on Alaris Prime.

She doesn’t remember much of her parents, being just a toddler when she was taken away from them, and so grew into the Jedi way of life very quickly and easily. Her childhood was one of joy and laughter, enjoying her time playing with the other younglings and learning new things. She struggled to learn the lightsaber combat forms however, showing a much higher natural aptitude for the ways of the Force instead. She was a natural speaker, diffusing arguments and organising activities within the children’s play time and using keen eyes to assess a situation and come up with a plan, and was soon guided towards the lifestyle of a Consular and diplomat.

When she was 8, she became good friends with Vebra, a newcomer Zabrak youngling, and tried to help him as much as possible with his connection to the Force. This was forced to come to a halt when she became a Padawan at the age of 10, apprenticing under Jedi Master Ral Shodon, and travelled with him around the galaxy he visited other Academies and plied his skills as a diplomat and healer. Master Shodon was a stern taskmaster, focusing more on Andri’s prowess in the way of the Jedi than on allowing her to socialise with her agemates. Due to her own lack of natural combative skills, he only focused on bringing them up to acceptable levels before switching to intense training in the way of the Force. She herself showed no aptitude for the healing arts, instead learning the basics of field first aid. Alongside this, he trained her in the basics of diplomacy and the history of the Republic and the Order. He slowly worked on her natural naivety and gullibleness as well, but didn’t make much headway until they were six years into her training. She kept up her contact with Vebra, exchanging letters with him often over the years.

When she was 16, just before Master Shodon took Andri on a four year training trip to the Republic Elite’s Resort World of Alassa Major, to mingle with the politicians and elite of the galaxy, she indulged in a short fling with Vebra. They kept up the flirty correspondence through her time on Alassa Major, providing a source of relaxation for her. Her time spent on Alassa Major was anything but relaxing, as she was forced to rub elbows with the richest and most affluent of society. She was forced to leave behind her childish naivety and gullibleness very quickly, as he intensified her training in the diplomatic and political arenas, whilst not allowing her combat or Force skills to deteriorate. They ended up staying a year longer than Master Shodon expected, as it took extra time for him to train her to think things through more instead of instantly believing what everybody says. During this time as well, Andri and Vebra's flirtatious relationship subsided to just very close friends, neither of them wanting to try for something more serious in case it ruined their friendship.

Andri’s Master declared her ready for Knighthood at the age of 21, eleven years after she entered his apprenticeship. She was Knighted traditionally, barely passing her Trial of Skill, but making up for it with her skill in the Trial of Insight. The next fifteen years of her life were spent bouncing between diplomatic missions and being a spokesperson between the Jedi Council and the Republic, as Master Shodon had trained her to do, bouncing between her childhood Academy on Alaris Prime in her downtime and other Mid and Inner Rim planets .

When she felt her Master's death, Andri was shocked and has spent what time she can spare between political missions searching for information on the death of her Master and his apprentice at the time. She is determined to confront the person who killed her Master and either arrest them (in the case of non-Force sensitives) or kill them (in the case of Sith) to prevent any further deaths of those dedicated to peace.

She was in between missions at the time of the Sacking of Coruscant, readying herself for another trip around the Mid Rim worlds.


Optimistic and calm, she is always smiling and believes that everything will get better, you just have to believe and keep hope alive.
If judgement is not carried out on those who have betrayed her or the galaxy, she will be irritated. If a chance comes later for her to take them out, she will take the opportunity. If they have been redeemed between when she last saw them and the next, she will not attack immediately. She will be disapproving and distrustful, always waiting for the moment when they slip back into the darkness.


Keeping morale up for the captive Jedi, have fun! She works closely with the Republic, trying to unify the galaxy under one overall banner.

Light Side: A harsher, less forgiving view on the Sith, giving them only one chance to redeem themselves. In the case of already redeemed Sith, she will treat them suspiciously regardless of whether they were redeemed on the first chance or not, and any slipping will result in her ‘accidentally’ crossing paths with them and killing them for the good of the galaxy. She will still work towards unity, but will prescribe to the tough love mind set.

Dark Side: She will fall, and fall hard, twisting her views completely as she changes every aspect of herself, going from a ‘brighter tomorrow, good of the many person’, to a selfish, present-only person. She will seek to unite the galaxy through pain and equality through the Dark Side, not trusting anyone and seeing threats wherever she looks. She will never take on an apprentice, not wanting someone so close to her and learning her secrets.


Jedi Master Ral Shodon: Master. She felt his death two months ago, and has been searching for clues on who killed him since.
Lea Rahn: I am thankful and pleased she is alive, though the knowledge that she has been taught by the Sith has me somewhat worried. Have they twisted our Master's teachings, subverted them into being parallel to their own? I think she is a resourceful young woman, but still a child in terms of what she has to learn about teh Jedi way and the Force, and I pray that we can make it out of this together. If we do, I will endeavour to help her learn more about our way of life, and correct any misunderstandings spending so much time with the Sith may have caused.
Vebra Mirthios: Close childhood friends, had a teenhood fling with him but they let the flirtation fall so as not to ruin their close friendship.
Jayda: knows a little bit about her, including seeing a few childhood holograms, through her correspondence with Vebra. Knew her as a charming, hyper young girl with a large smile.
Xid: He is a nice young man, but not very confident, and I worry that he may do something rash and lose his life - which, if what he told me is correct, is not going to be beneficial to the prisoners as a whole, since a lot of the plan he and Tolun Fi have talked about involve his skills with machines. I will gladly go in his place for any torture or discussions, as I have faith in my conviction, and it will spare him the pain and psychological confusion such events would induce, and therefore take his attention away from any plotting the others may need to do.
Shiri: A young Twi'lek, I'm not sure how old she is but she seems younger than Xid. I haven't had a chance to speak with her, but she doesn't appear to be a fighter.
Miasa: The Sluissi is...confusing for me. She talks pleasantly, she enjoys debating differing points of view, and she disdains hurting someone just for the sake of causing pain, but she is a Sith. She has left me with quite a bit to think about, some of which has me rattled. I think in another lifetime, one where she hadn't fallen to the Dark Side or perhaps I had never become a Jedi, we could have been good friends.
Jayda and Zanna: The pair I have only just met, though the Zabrak is extremely familiar to me. She reminds me of someone...it's on the tip of my tongue, but the words won't come. They are both so young; I wonder how either of them have survived the Sith so far, as it is not the best environments to grow up in, even for a Sith Pureblood. Though by the scarring on the Zabrak, it hasn't been an easy time. Perhaps they could be shown the Light Side, and cast off their dark pasts in exchange for happiness.
Denso and Khan: Well...they are males and prisoners. I haven't talked to either of them enough to actually get an impression.

Name: Canisha Lhados
Species: Cathar
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Padawan
Captive? Yes




She has the typical golden fur of her species, with a dark brown mane kept short and golden-brown eyes. A bit on the short side, at only 1.55cm, she is still well within average height of a female Cathar.


Retractable claws, rapid healing abilities


Slightly rebellious and independent, with a penchant for going off on her own thing rather than staying put. Insanely curious and finds delight in exploring new places and finding secrets, not liking when information is withheld from her from whatever reason.
Holds a slight grudge against the Order for taking her away from her family, though logically she knows she has had a better life in the Order than she would have as a refugee. Still wants to know what became of her family.


Able to take advantage of commotions and distractions to slip away unnoticed
Slicing
Basic training in Ataru
Skilled at various string games as a hobby, creating shapes and images with just string and her fingers alone


Basic Force Capabilties
Telepathy/Comprehend Speech
Farsight



Canisha was born last of her litter, on Cathar. Not long after the birth of Canisha and her siblings, her parents fled Cathar to escape the looming presence of the Empire as war seemed to creep closer. The family of six huddled together for the first few years of her life, travelling between space stations periodically as they were shunted around with other refugees. When Canisha was two, the family was split in half between two different space stations; her father and two of her siblings went to one whilst Canisha, her mother and her remaining sibling ended up on another. Her childhood didn’t change much after the split, other than her mother’s stress levels rising as she tried to search for any mention of Canisha’s father and reunite their litter. They still bounced between space stations around the Outer Rim, and Canisha’s early life was one of moving around.

She was always a curious child, and from the moment she could walk unaided she spent most of her time exploring the station they were currently living in. Though her sibling often tried to join Canisha on these explorations, they usually ended up being caught and Canisha learnt to use the incidents to slip away while her mother was distracted or focused on other, more adult concerns. Canisha also showed a strange ability to know things she shouldn’t occasionally and retrieve items that her mother was certain she had put out of reach for the children. Though it didn’t happen often, one incident that will always stand out in her mother’s mind happened when she was four. Canisha pretended to be sick, throwing a tantrum until her mother was late to catch the shuttle to where she had been assigned work. Canisha calmed down fairly quickly after that, and her strange behaviour stayed in her mother’s mind for the rest of the day.

It was later that afternoon when her mother heard of an accident that occurred that morning, involving the shuttle she normally catches. When she asked Canisha about her behaviour that night, Canisha admitted to having a dream about the shuttle, and that was why she didn’t want her mother to board it.

When Canisha was six, her parents had still not managed to find each other again and the memories of the other half of her family had faded to nothing more than vague recollections. This resulted in Canisha and her remaining sibling becoming very close, though childish tantrums and arguments still occurred.

One fateful day, while Canisha was still at the age of six years old, she managed to slip away from the watchful eye of her mother once again by utilising a ruckus caused by her sibling. She remained unnoticed as nothing more than ‘another space brat’ running about the station as she set off to explore to her heart’s content. She ended up travelling outside of the refugee quarters by following the crowd of people coming and going constantly, but didn’t panic as she was having too much fun exploring this brand new area. Canisha enjoyed spending the afternoon racing around the station, exploring all sorts of nooks and crannies in her curiosity as she went.

As it grew late, however, she grew tired and made to turn back and go home. It was then that Canisha realised just how lost she was, and how utterly unfamiliar the part of the station she was in actually was to her. Getting upset, and definitely starting to panic, Canisha decided that running back the way she had come would surely be the best way to find somewhere familiar, and therefore find her way home. She set off quickly, racing almost blindly through the hallways.

In her panicked and upset state, she didn’t notice the man until she ran into him.

The man was kind however, and gently questioned Canisha to discern why she was upset. Upon realising that she was lost and a refugee child, he offered to guide her back home to her mother. Canisha agreed, glad to have someone to help her. It was a quick journey back to the refugee sector for the man, who knew where he was going, and Canisha was swiftly reunited with her worried mother. Her mother alternated between scolding Canisha and smothering her with kisses in relief while her sibling pestered Canisha for details on where she had been and what she had seen.

Whilst Canisha was answering her sibling, her previous panic forgotten as she regaled them with stories of ships and droids and people, her mother thanked the man who had brought Canisha home again. At this point, the man revealed that he was in fact a Jedi and that Canisha was Force Sensitive, and that he would like to take her to a temple for training. Canisha didn’t understand what the adults were talking about, though she did see the exchange of credit chips as her mother was compensated for allowing her child to be taken from her.

Her mother turned to her then, explaining that Canisha had to go with the man now, and that she would be taught to use a wonderful power to help people. She quickly connected the act of her mother receiving credit chips from the man and being told to go with him, and felt betrayed to be sold off like that. Despite her resulting temper tantrum, joined by her sibling who quickly cottoned on to the fact that Canisha was being sent away from them, and her wails, her mother told Canisha to be happy as she hurried the young Cathar out the door and off to her new life.

The last memory Canisha has of her family is of her mother’s joyful and relieved face and her siblings upset face as she was ushered away by a Jedi.

The actions of the man and her mother, plus the credit exchange, stayed in Canisha’s mind, and the grudge she levelled against the Jedi for taking her away from her family soon came to blanket the entirety of the Jedi Order’s habit of taking children from their parents and siblings. Despite her own belligerence, Canisha was quickly whisked away to the Jedi Temple on Telos IV, where she began her years as a youngling.

Canisha spent six years as a youngling in the cold academy of Telos IV, her dislike of being taken from her family never quite falling away. She bonded quickly with other children who were taken at an older age, often commiserating with them about their missed parents or siblings. Canisha’s curiosity often got her into trouble, as she had a knack for getting into places she wasn’t supposed to be.. This also led her to finding many little nooks around the Temple, and Canisha became quite adept at playing Hunter with the other younglings. Also headstrong and rebellious, she often disregarded rules she thought were ‘silly’, and skipped classes in order to follow her own devices. Her skill at Farsight was discovered but not trained due to the weakness of it, instead turning her attention to other things.

Not long after Canisha turned twelve she became a Padawan to a Jedi Knight by the name of Rena Grandolph, and starting to learn the ways of the Jedi Investigator, a branch of the Jedi which suited her own natural curiosity and penchant for getting into places she shouldn’t be. The Jedi Council decided against training her to become a Seer due to her temperament and disposition. Instead they subtly maneuvered her master and herself towards missions and assignments that would negate her need to ever use Farsight, resulting in Canisha rarely ever thinking of it.

She spent six years as a Padawan underneath Knight Grandolph, and her Knight Trials were scheduled for the day of the Sacking of Coruscant. Though she did complete them, the attack happened before the Council told her their verdict, leaving her still a Padawan when she was captured by Darth Nyiss.


Insanely curious, her own curiosity having gotten her into trouble many times before, and actually being what led to her being trained at the temple. She is also headstrong and slightly rebellious, quite often going off on her own thoughts and desires instead of following orders, which has also gotten her into trouble before. She can hold a grudge rather well, as evidenced by the one she has levelled against the Order for thirteen years about the separation of herself from her family, and while she may forgive eventually, she certainly won’t forget.
She enjoys the company of children, playing games with them when she has the chance, though she has a tendency to treat them as miniature adults more than children themselves. Also enjoys playing card games and Chess, though she’s not very good at long-term strategy games due to her own impulsiveness.


Light Side Ending: Becomes a Shadow, hunting down the dark side wherever it may be and eradicating it from the universe
Dark Side Ending: Becomes an Assassin/Infiltrator, collecting information and disposing of enemies for the Sith
Neutral Ending: Decides to leave both sides behind, retreating to places where she can be alone. Maybe become a Private Investigator or Bounty Hunter, always on the move.


Nyiss was the one who captured her.
She has three siblings out there, plus her parents, who are all unaccounted for.
Her Master, Jedi Knight Rena Grandolph, fate has been undecided.


Mwahahahaha

Name: Talija
Species: Sephi
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Jedi Knight Jedi Sentinel
Captive? Yes

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Appearance

Standing at 1.7 meters, Talija is not particularly tall for her species though she is still quite young and has not reached the apex of her adult growth. Her body is particularly modest and toned with soft peach skin and dulled brown eyes that compliment her flowing cerulean hair. If not for her outward pointed ears she could easily pass for a human female. Her attire tends to be a synthesis of her Sephi culture and her Jedi religion.

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Flaws

• Introverted — Due to her introverted and reserved nature Talija has issues even regarding fellow Jedi and their trials. She’s not particularly social thus lacks strong ties to many jedi that were not instructors of hers. She gets frustrated by social issues and finds trouble with finding understanding in communication which lends her to a more direct approach to conversation.

• Limitations — Talija has limited or a lack of knowledge on medicine, mathematics, demolition, sabotage, economics, and things out of her depth. She is only good in what she knows and in certain situations will find herself unable to take action.

• Selfless — Despite her introverted personality and frustrations with understanding others she feels it is her responsibility to put the weight of others on her shoulders. Whether it is droid, Sith, bounty hunter, or monster she will take the route of the selfless; putting herself in blind danger.

• Stubborn — The double-edged sword of resilience. Talija refuses to be ‘broken’ or ‘converted’ thus allowing more ire from her Sith enemies which can lead to more excessive trials and tortures from them.

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Skills

• Lightsaber Combat — As trained and conditioned by Master Laureli Xchal, Talija is skilled in a modified form of Djem-So. Excluding this modified style Talija is also skilled in basic fundamentals of Ataru, Soresu, and Shii-Cho, but she feels most at home with her master's style for obvious reasons. She is also adept in Niman due to her time with her second master.

• Perceptive — Heightened by Master Laureli Xchal’s training, Talija is skilled at perceiving her environment as well as things or individuals in that environment. This can lend to a good deductive mind that can investigate situations clearly and inquisitively. This was particularly helpful in previous missions assigned to her by the Jedi Council.

• Archival Study — Talija was a dedicated student sense her initiatehood. With devoted study of Jedi history, culture, and combat she has proven herself as one of the more committed students of the order despite her being a bit more reserved and introverted for such behavior. Said study also allows her a perspective into galactic culture, trade, and politics; considering many Jedi are seen as more arbiters than warriors she knows these are important knowledges to have.

• Resilient — Talija is particularly stalwart in her ideals and morals. This is particularly helpful under psychological duress.

• Piloting & Navigation — Talija is a competent pilot in small vessels and adept with galactic maps.

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Force Capabilities

• Basic Force Abilities — As a sentinel Talija has been trained to be diverse in the force and the lightsaber equally. She is adept at all of the basic techniques and some intermediate ones.

• Cleanse Mind — A technique passed down by her master; a force power that allowed to negate mind-affecting force powers from the afflicted.

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Biography

Talija was born to a noble family on Thustra on 17 BTC (3670 BBY), the fourth daughter in her dynastic generation. However it would become evident relatively early in her childhood that she had inherent abilities that led to the belief she was a force sensitive. Such thoughts made her father confused on the proper right of action but eventually folded on the matter of calling out to the Jedi Order to investigate the legitimacy of her force abilities—she was only six galactic standard years old. A sequence of tests were given to the young Sephi girl to which they discovered that her father’s findings were correct and started delicate diplomatic discussions with him about inducting his daughter into the Jedi Order as an initiate. Eventually he agreed that it was the best course of action thus beginning her life as an initiate.

For many years following she found the academy on Telos IV to be a more somber home and found peace there despite being whisked away from the only home she had ever known. But her parents had told her it had been very important to not only the family but the galaxy to follow and listen to the Jedi who took her to Telos. She took solace in the instructions as a “youngling” within her initiatehood. This could be one of the many reasons she would adopt a introverted and studious personality that would become part of her character many years later. Driven to live well to her family and culture’s expectations she found herself planting her face in the lessons she was given. In time, Talija became engrossed in the jedi code and the knowledge of her instructor’s teachings as an initiate which led to her strong confidence in passing the initiate trials. As she took the aforementioned trials her diligence caught an eye of a Jedi Master named Laureli Xchal, the Jedi who would later become her mentor and teacher in the ways of the force when she passed from initiatehood to the role of a padawan.

As a Padawan during wartime, Talija was one of many students of the Jedi Order that found themselves dealing with situations that tested their body, mind, and spirit. As her master was a skilled combatant and duelist Talija found herself in the thicket of battles between 7 BTC (3660 BBY) and 3 BTC (3656 BBY) up until the end of her time with her master during the Skirmish on Cyrillia where she and her master faced a twi’lek who happened to be a skilled user of the dark side of the force named Imij’turutu— a Sith. By the end of the battle Talija witnessed her master taking a critical injury before critically damaging the Sith they were facing. If not for the Sith’s injury or overconfidence fighting a Padawan Talija probably would’ve joined her master in her fate… but thankfully it turned out rather the opposite and the planet of Cyrillia was ‘saved’ from the Sith insurrection.

After the death of Master Laureli Xchal it seemed the fate of Talija as a Palawan was in two straits: she would either be reassigned a new master after her master’s own death in the skirmish on Cyrillia or tested by the Jedi Council for her knighthood—being distraught and emotionally exhausted from the skirmish against the Sith that they had discovered was not sure herself if she was even up to the task of Knighthood considering what she had just gone through and tested with.

Her humility in her “failure” was noted by the council and for a time she was reassigned to Jedi Master Ilar Qwik. Qwik was decidedly different given his older and less combat oriented approach. Whereas Master Xchal was a Jedi Guardian her new Jedi Master was known as a diplomatic Jedi Consular who would go on to take a less demanding instruction of Talija but still was very dedicated to instructing her in the ways of the force. He taught her diplomacy, encouraged her reading of the archives, taught her various languages & dialects, and strengthened her knowledge of the force beyond simple lightsaber forms though he did strengthen her ability to wield Form VI a.k.a. “Niman”. As time went on so did the war and in 1 BTC (3671 BBY) Talija decided to take the Knighthood Trials with encouragement from Master Qwik. The trials seemed to flash before her eyes as the Telos IV trials tested her courage, resilience, faith, body, and mind quite rigidly. Upon passing and advancing into knighthood she reflected back on her time as a Padawan and strived to do better as well as to live by both her Jedi Master’s teachings with great dedication. She had made it.

For one galactic standard year, Talija served the order diligently. However, Talija was thrown into a dangerous situation when the Wanderer-Class Transport vessel she was on, the Enteliis, was attacked and boarded by the Sith Empire. In the aftermath of the battle that ensued Talija was captured and quickly transferred to the Sith vessel known as the Kaggath.

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Personality & Motivation

“I will recite the Jedi Code until I die, I refuse to be broken by the machinations of these masters of darkness.”

A quiet girl known for her diligence in the defense of the faith and the ideals it stands for, Talija stands much like others of the faith with her devout beliefs and unmoving ideology. Despite her ineptitude with greater social interactions the Sephi girl refuses to falter where others shake and it was with that stubborn resilience that she impressed greater Jedi than she and perhaps even a few Sith. Her pride and loyalty to her family and her faith have become walls of strength and despite the dangers of arrogance she struggles with humility though she knows full well the path arrogance takes one down. Talija has been taught to put the needs of others above her own, to have an open mind to the suffering of others, and to tread carefully to not become corrupt—it is in that caution to the dark side that she recites the code of the Jedi several times a day and that was prior to being captured.

With all of her strengths and resilience in her ideals, Talija is hardly ‘perfect’. As a social introvert she has trouble understanding conventions of conversation despite her attempts to do so. She is not inherently robotic and has a great deal of sympathy and sincerity for others thus when she finds herself in situations where she appears cynical or ‘too pragmatic’ she has trouble taking it in stride and not being emotionally offended by the notion. The Jedi Code has of course helped her cope but she finds at best proving to people that she sympathizes with them and is an ally of great character—perhaps this is where her inherent selflessness descends from.

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Player Goals

To tell fun and engaging stories as well as follow a characterization that plays off other talented writers. I’ve been a longtime fan of Star Wars (EU and then some) for over fifteen years and I think I can bring a lot of passion and cooperative play to the collaborative story. I’d like to see where this Sephi that-totally-is-not-lafiel goes in this role-play. The following are some think-tank ideas:

• Light Side – where Talija’s struggles but ultimately doesn’t relent against the influence of the dark side. This could end with her becoming a weathered survivor or a heroic martyr in the face of the Sith subjugation and oppression without yielding in her ideals and morals.

• Dark Side – the opposite effect. Talija crumbles in her ideals and succumbs to darkness and becomes something terrible despite all of her beliefs. This would probably end with her dying no matter what and it isn’t my ideal ending.

• Somewhere in the Middle – I love gray jedi and for Talija to take a new but still inherently good path is interesting to me. If this happens it’d go the route of her finding her emotions like a Sith but finding the good in them to protect others on her own terms and not being particularly blind to the Jedi’s teachings as the end be all.

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Relations

• Jedi Master, Laureli Xchal — Talija’s first jedi master, a blatant perfectionist and dominating jedi who believed in rigorous conditioning to prepare her apprentices for the dangers lying beyond space and the inevitable resurgence of the Sith. She was a Alderaanian human female who was a master of the Djem-So lightsaber form.

• Jedi Master, Ilar Qwik — Talija’s second jedi master, a diplomatic arbiter and wise jedi who believed in allowing the Padawn to bloom with knowledge as well as understanding. He is a Korunnai human male who was a master of the Niman lightsaber form.

• Jedi Knight, Xid Terrik — A fellow jedi that she met as a padawan.

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Secrets

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Name: Vebra Mirthios
Species: Zabrak (1/8th human coming from his father's side)
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Faction: Republic army (on "leave" with the jedi rescuers)
Rank: Republic Special Forces lieutenant


Standing at 1.9 meters tall Vebra is physically imposing to most, as he is rather muscular. While in between missions or deployments he is usually constantly eating. It is hard for him to keep much fat on himself which while aesthetically pleasing works to his detriment in the field. His features are predominantly Zabrak. Has a Jato on either side of his neck with the smaller ends pointing towards the middle of his throat, both of these are tribal tattoos given to him after completing his rite of passage. Everything below the neck line is tattoo'd like that. He has seven small orat on his crown in a V pattern with the tip of the V being on the transition between his forehead and crown. All of these fit into his helmet and are a lighter caramel color while his skin is a dark-caramel. His eyes are an intense purple. Given his human lineage he also has eyebrow hair, though he does shave this off. Otherwise he is hairless.

His body is and especially fore arms have massive burn scars on them from either explosions or from blocking light sabers. He also has multiple burn wounds from where blaster shots that his armor saved him from being lethal on both his left thigh and left pectoral which burned off his nipple.

With his casual wear he is not at all picky and will wear whatever is given too him. Though the set of clothes the Republic gave him for when he is out of his armor looks like this.


His rifle is compact and designed for medium to close range, can have a fixed bayonet if the situation calls for it. The weapon is designed to work much as an SMG and he is quite proficient with it. He also carries carries a slightly shortened beskad(40 centimeters) which he picked up off a mandolorian during a boarding action during the mandolorian blockade of the Hydian way, his ship was on it's way to the front lines when the blockade originally arrived. The mandolorian ended up in what could only be called a "fist fight" with Vebra, however he won. He would fix this to the end of his two foot long blaster if needed. He also has five tranquilizer darts that are all loaded and ready to fire from a wrist mounted mechanism on his right wrist if he finds himself in a situation requiring him to either slow down a raging Sith or subduing a turned Jedi. He has 5 more of these tranquilizer darts in his left thigh pocket and 5 poison darts if the situation calls for it, these cannot be reloaded mid combat however. His final piece of equipment is cortosis weaved arm guards for his forearms. While they will block a light saber sustained contact will begin to burn his forearms.








Being that his bones are denser than those found in humans he is as a result heavier even if he appears quite lean. This can lead to increased physical strain on the rest of his body. With his heightened metabolism he is somewhat able to overcome the previous downside but this also requires consumption of a great amount of meat to maintain. If he is starved of food for even a day his metabolism can begin to slow down thus slowing him down greatly and even decreasing his natural resistances. Stimulants also have little to no effect on him unlike the rest of those in his Special Forces squad, thus making him unable to nullify the effects of missing food with stimulants.

The immune system of a zabrak can quickly purge disease and drug symptoms both will make their effects known much faster. This coupled with his quick metabolism will make enough poison or tranquilizer put him down hard. Given the high dosages needed to put him down the risk of killing him is also increased with such potent substances.

Being a Zabrak he also greatly dislikes the cold and this can cause great issues for him as he burns through energy at such a great rate. This can quickly lead to an unprotected Vebra passing out from exhaustion in very cold environments.

Having lived through so many of the people he considers dying in either covert operations or front line actions the only thing keeping Vebra from having a severe mental break down is his friends and his work. If he get's separated from both for two long he may stop being able to resist the mental wounds of his past. Though he is aware of these demons haunting him he tries not to put too much thought into it.

Vebra has a deep seeded fear of failure. Not only does most of his race strive for excellence and failure is shamed but due to his failure to become a Jedi Vebra carries around the idea that if he fails in his own goals or fail other people that he will forever dishonor himself. He also attaches some of his platoons success or failure on himself and constantly is striving to make things better within the specialized group.

Torture is something Vebra is so vehemently against that he is actively willing to put himself in harms way for people being interrogated in such a way. He also believes that it hardly produces any useful information if ever. There is no honor in it for those doing it or being tortured in his eyes and sees it as a disgrace and crime against all soldiers. He almost.... fears it.

The vast empty void of space makes Vebra feel... uneasy. The idea that he could simply miss a jump or grab could send him into an infinite abyss makes him want to vomit. That's why he likes to keep his helmet on at all times unless his feet are firmly planted on dirt.



Iridonian heritage: Vebra was born on Iridonia while much of his childhood was spent in vain with the order as well as his rite of passage he still retained some of the culture. Among the skills includes speaking fluent Ul’ Zabrak, hunting and tracking as well as martial arts and combat practices.

Failed padawan: Having been sent to the order to to train for about four years imparted atleast some of their teachings on him. While never being taught lightsaber combat directly he did have the privledge of watching masters and knights sparing which was always his favorite part. Knowing some of the lessons of the Jedi in regards to controlling himself has also helped him in his military career to not make rash decisions.

Veteran: Having been in the armed forces for so long and especially in a division crafted to assist jedi with eliminating Sith has given him a respect and knowledge of the battlefield. Like most of those in the military for a long period of time Vebra appears quite jaded to death and the idea of killing, in reality he has become good at pressing those feelings away for him to deal with later.

Sith hunter: The company Vebra has spent the last decade in was created in response to the jedi being overwhelmed initially by the massive amount of sith that had brewed in the empire during their exile. His squad or platoon will be deployed as a quick reaction force alongside jedi to deal with Sith that appear in various warzones. Most of those in the company either have low level force sensitivity or have been fighting with jedi for so long they know how force wielders operate.

Sith hunter cont.: Having learned how to defend himself in a melee fight he would rather avoid being that close if possible. Some of the jedi he's worked with have said that he uses a loose form of Soresu when in close combat. He has gotten rather creative with getting around most Sith's ability to deflect or block blaster shots fired at them.

Trader: Vebra became good at this in response to some of his longer deployments. While on the fleet eating a lot of meat was not a problem. But when it came to rations Vebra would have to sometimes barter and trade favors for enough meat for his metabolism.

Field mechanic: Vebra and by extension most of his team, have become quite good at repairing and riding speeders. During some of their longer deployments they were even forced to salvage speeders to get out of enemy territory. Riding speeders became even more useful of a skill to him when he and his team were unable to be air lifted to a location they had to drive several kilometers through entrenched positions of the empire to reach their target.



Being a weak force sensitive and spending quite some time around jedi and fighting sith Vebra has picked up a few things:

Precognition: While not nearly as good with this as a full fledged jedi he has managed to develop it enough to keep up with most jedi and sith. Though experts in some of the more aggressive forms would be able to out pace him eventually. Must be rather close for this to work.

Cleanse mind: Allows him to keep his head clear of potential sith corruption and jedi influence. He uses this if something manages to break his already force hardened mind to continue on with the mission. It can also be used in chaotic situations to calm himself hence his unnatural level-headedness even in dire situations.





In combat he can be unnervingly calm, some would even say to the extreme of being despondent to those around him.
Has long since stowed personal feelings about Sith/fallen Jedi and adopts whatever stance the jedi he is with has on the situation.
He has a soft spot for abused soldiers or those who are disrespected and disregarded by their superiors. Even if the soldiers are apart of the empire he still respects them greatly, especially those he believes are good at their jobs.
Is heavily against torturing of captives or combatants. Has been reprimanded for refusing to "extract" information from soldiers before.
While intensely loyal to the Republic he has always harbored resentment against the sometimes too high minded goals of the Republic. While he doesn't particularity care about the Jedi Order as a whole he does feel a bond with those Jedi he has fought alongside in the war.



The jaded veteran

For this too occur it would require Vebra to be captured and tortured greatly emotionally and physically. Mainly the deaths of Andri and the death/complete fall to the dark side of Jayda would be required for this to be the case. Assuming he lives through that process he would either be turned as an agent of the sith through minor corruption and a blame of the Republic for not doing more or he would return to the special forces of the Republic and take increasingly more suicidal missions for the Republic.

All goes as planned

The state in which Vebra would remain in the special forces and continue on with what he was doing. If no one really dies and Jayda survives whatever that means. He would most likely retire after a few more years in less intense division of the Republic. He begins to have thoughts of finally settling down.

The road to hell

Vebra leaves the Republic special forces with his squad and starts a mercenary group. Gaining a hatred for the oppressiveness of both the Jedi and Sith, Vebra specializes his mercenary group to kill force users. He perceives both factions as running pointless ideological wars that do nothing but kill billions of people and leads to the abuse of the soldiers that they command. This would require both the Jedi and Sith to slight him in some great way. He wants to free his brothers-in-arms from the endless pointless wars of the force wielders and will begin actively hunting both groups in the outer-rim.



Andri Perrin - Good friends through both Vebra leaving the order and Andri's jedi training. Regularly exchanged "letters", so regularly in fact that if they stopped coming on time one would assume the other was in trouble. Knows that Andri was on Coruscant during the sacking and is attempting to find out if she made it out.

Lyric Novan - Met on several fronts throughout the war most notably at Balmorra. Vebra respects the master if he does find him a bit lazy at times. Was contacted by the master to assist with some sort of rescue mission before the war ended.



Fun things :^)

Name: Khan Sainen
Species: Echani
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Jedi Padawan
Captive? Captive

Khan Sainen has pale white skin and silver eyes, like most if not all Echani, and bears a striking but natural similarity to other Echani of his age. In a more distinguishing feature his white hair has been cropped short and put in a Padawan's braid. Khan has bright and inquisitive eyes that are quick to observe but slow in forgetting. He's a little short for his age with a crooked smile when he does smile, and those skilled at reading body-language like most Echani would ordinarily find a cheerful and eager young man with boundless curiosity, a sharp intellect and a slightly snarky sense of humor. To most outsiders however his emotional reactions seem flat and highly-controlled at all times.



Echani Appearance-Echani of the same sex all look fairly similar to each other in terms of physical appearance, and most have white skin, white hair and silver eyes. The Echani resemblance is strong enough that most non-Echani have difficulty telling individuals of the same sex apart from one another and the Echani themselves mainly rely on body language and emotional and psychological cues to tell one another apart.

Echani culture-revolves heavily around combat and Echani believe that it is one of the truest forms of communication, thus almost all Echani are trained in martial arts throughout their lives from a very young age, and fighting both ritual and non-ritual suffuses their lives at every level. They also heavily study tactics on levels ranging from personal combat to mass warfare and Echani military officers are even erroneously labeled as being capable of 'predicting' the moves of their opponents.

Echani Body-Reading-due to their similar appearances and cultural focus on empathy through combat all Echani are raised to be capable of reading the intent, emotions and identities of others through their body-language, especially in combat which they believe to be the truest and purest form of communication.


Khan is still young and inexperienced, fairly naive and physically somewhat weak and yet to begin reaching his full physical potential. In short his biggest weaknesses are those that spring from his still being somewhat young and lacking both emotional and physical maturity. Being imprisoned has not exactly helped matters emotionally and mentally, though Khan has not yet been broken. As someone raised in the Echani culture he can also be a little too willing to fight at times and solve situations with violence although he would consider it 'negotiating' of a sort.



Fast Reflexes and improved agility-Even without The Force to supplement him Khan has faster than normal reflexes for a boy of fourteen and is above average in terms of physical agility. These facts compliment both his basic lightsaber skills and ability with Echani Martial Arts.

Curious intellect- Khan is curious and keenly observational, picking up many concepts quickly and possessed of a certain level of talent for mimicry as well as analysis. Though his cultural background means he's so far used this to further his interest in various fighting arts, his bright mind is a useful tool for any endeavor. In addition his culturally acquired skill of body-reading combined with his knack for analysis and mimicry means he can pick up physical skills with surprising ease and rapidity.

Echani-supplemented Lightsaber Training- As an initiate, Khan received basic training in the first Form of lightsaber combat and is thus familiar with the motions, strike zones and techniques required to use a lightsaber. During his training as an initiate he has also supplemented this with Echani sword-techniques to create a rough, unorthodox but technically functional lightsaber style, further mixed and disciplined with the defensive schooling of his master Damian Koth's preferred Soresu. All of this means that Khan has a cautious style dedicated to defending and reading his opponents sprinkled in with occasional aggressive improvisations to catch them off-guard. That said, Khan is wildly inexperienced and the clashing influences in his combat style mean that his technique is lacking, basic and unrefined though perhaps enough to keep him alive in battle.

Echani Martial Artist-Khan had been training in the Echani martial arts since the early days of his childhood, and has at least joked in the past that he had been fighting even before he learned to talk. He not only was tutored personally by a high-ranking military officer in the form of his mother, but also experienced hand-to-hand combat on a daily basis as a part of his everyday life. The fact that his childhood mainly consisted of traveling with one group of Echani soldiers or another only enhanced his skills. As such the unarmed and blade-based martial arts of the Echani come about as naturally to him as breathing and he's considered quite proficient by Echani standards and perhaps something of a prodigy by the intergalactic standards one would use to judge a fourteen year old boy.

Echani Body-Reading-As an Echani raised in the Echani culture, Khan has been trained to read the emotions, intent and identity of others through their body-language to the point where he considers even the subtlest movements of one's body, especially in combat, to be the purest form of communication.

Tactical Knowledge-As someone raised by a high-ranking military officer in a culture that holds combat as borderline sacred while spending his most formative years around soldiers, Khan has been tutored in tactics on levels ranging from personal combat to interplanetary warfare and is quite a skilled tactician for his age, at least on a theoretical level.

Strong mental fortitude- Khan has a very strong personal sense of will, though others might say instead that he's just somewhat hardheaded and stubborn at times.


Though gifted with a decent amount of potential Khan has only begun to scratch the surface of the force.

Force Speed
Khan can barely speed himself up to be a few fractions of a second faster than he would be without this ability

Telekinesis / Throw
Khan is not yet capable of throwing living beings, and can only lift and throw small objects.

Force Sight
Khan is only just learning to use this ability and has only minimal control over it.

Force Sense
As someone born in a society where the ability to read others and the environment was paramount, Khan is fairly good Force Sense this given his age and level of experience, though he has yet to truly hone his potential for the ability.

Precognition
Khan has a decent instinctual usage of precognition, but is not always capable of recognizing it for what it is and often disregards his 'instincts' in favor of sating his curiosity or fighting when it isn't advisable

Mind trick
The Mind Trick was a favorite of his master Damian Koth for avoiding violent confrontation, and while Khan understands the basics of the ability he has yet to be able to use it successfully.

Force Jump
Khan can only extend his jump by a few feet in height and/or length and barely reduce injuries from his falls.

{Jedi} tutaminis (basic)
Khan can barely block basic force attacks with effort and concentration.

Khan's mother was a female Echani military officer of rather high rank within the Echani military under the Echani Command. As such she and the rest of his family raised him as appropriate both within Echani culture and as the child of a warrior. That is, he was raised with combat both practical and ritual filling every aspect of his life, from greeting his family in the morning to more formal training throughout the day, mostly in hand-to-hand forms and light, bladed weaponry favored by the Echani. Even when he wasn't being formally trained in physical combat or 'communicating' through ritualized combat, his mother set him to studying tactics on all levels, and it was expected that he would become a fine duelist or soldier and perhaps even a gifted military officer in his own right if he studied well enough despite the matriarchal nature of Echani society. Though he spent much more time traveling among soldiers and his mother's retinue than he did on Eshan, the martial emphasis of his surroundings meant that in a way he had as normal and happy a childhood as any Echani might.

All of this changed when Khan was around 8 years old and once again traveling with his mother on one of her many trips reviewing the state of Echani military affairs as she often did when not actively commanding. A chance encounter with a Jedi Knight and his own burning curiosity were what started Khan down his particular path. Specifically, having heard stories of Jedi battle prowess from the soldiers around him and rumors of the combat secrets taught to children on Arkania, he decided he would learn more about a Jedi firsthand in the most common sense and obvious way possible: by ambushing and fighting him. During their little mock battle, the Jedi in question realized that the Echani military brat was subtly and instinctively using The Force as he fought. No time was wasted in informing Khan's mother of the fact and demanding he be taken to Arkania for proper training as an Initiate.

Khan's mother was both overjoyed and somewhat saddened by the news. On the one hand, her youngest son would be taken from her but on the other he had the potential to go on to be a great intergalactic warrior as a Jedi and learn modes of combat few Echani ever got to experience. Not to mention of course, he would get the chance to wield the most impressive of swords: a lightsaber. After careful consideration she consented without protest and Khan's life as a Jedi-to-be began. For the next five years Khan trained fiercely to become the best Jedi he could, though he mainly was fascinated by all things involving combat.

Training as an Initiate did temper Khan somewhat and unlike some Echani to become Jedi he was convinced during that period of the value of beginning to study non-violent applications of The Force and other non-combat skills, mainly through appeal to his sense of empathy. Thus although his skills and knowledge of The Force were somewhat behind his fellow students, when the time came for his Initiate trials he was prepared enough to succeed.

Perhaps to his disappointment, the Jedi Knight he received as a master was the somewhat notoriously pacifistic Damian Koth. While Koth was a noted practitioner of Soresu, his real talents were as an investigator and negotiator. In fact Koth had selected Khan in an attempt to curb the young man's violent tendencies and bring greater balance to his life. Despite the raging war Koth avoided front line battle assignments for himself and his apprentice, instead taking on assignments bodyguarding important officials and investigating rumors of infiltrators, corruption and spies of the Sith that often turned out to be false.

Coruscant was supposed to be downtime and a break from what Khan considered their already tedious assignments. Instead the city was sacked and Khan was captured with the fate of his master unknown, at least to him. Now he waits and studies his captors, to learn all that he can about his enemies for the inevitable rescue he knows-or at least hopes- is coming.



Though he's young and rather malleable Khan is far from a blank slate. He wants to bring honor and respect to his family as a Jedi in the future and in the present learn all that he can about just about everything, having always been possessed of an insatiable curiosity only furthered by his master's training. As such even the prison ship is sometimes a new and interesting environment to him. He's both used to and fascinated by combat in all of its' forms, but the culture that raised him to view fighting as normalized also raised him to consider empathy, restraint in battle, control over his own emotions and honor as primary virtues. His master's own distaste for violence also occasionally wars with his upbringing in that regard. Khan wants to do the right thing overall and become a strong and honorable knight capable of protecting others, despite his youth, his naivete and his flaws.


Really I'm interested in seeing where this young, suggestible character will wind up as he's influenced by events over the course of the RP. At the moment he's been raised to very much value being a Lightsider of a sort but there's also been far more emphasis on fighting, strength in combat and violence in his life than in that of most Star Wars teens or children and his naivete and youth combined with that could easily be used to change him depending on how the story develops. While he's more skilled than average in some ways given his age at the moment I'm also interested in seeing how his skill-set develops into something unique over time depending on who he has for teachers and what he experiences. In short I want to take a younger character and see how he slowly grows up in the story and universe we're making together, if possible.

Currently Khan sees his fellow Jedi both captive and non as allies and authority figures that his family has entrusted him to and views the Sith and forces that have captured him as enemies who he should resist in any way possible when he gets the chance. He's been told that the way of the Jedi is combat but with restraint and that the Jedi way is honorable, so naturally he defers to that.

Regarding his master Damian Koth, Khan was often at odds with him and what he saw as his strange non-violent outlook on life, though over time he came to admire the man somewhat for achieving with words and strategy what Khan would have solved with fighting and even he had to admit that Koth's Soresu defenses were admirable to behold if somewhat 'unsatisfactory' in intention. Now that he's out of contact with Koth however, he's begun to question the wisdom of his master's worldview somewhat.

Name: Fa-Val-Kuul
Species: Tiss’shar
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Republic Special Forces Ensign
Captive?: Rescuer

When expecting combat, Fa wears light Republic armor consisting mostly of a full body suit and helmet, sealable against a vacuum, which can provide heat for her body in cold environments. The helmet also serves as a sound dampener to protect her hearing against her sonic blaster. Otherwise, like most Tiss’shar, she does not tend to wear clothing apart from tool belts or bandoliers.

Specialized equipment: Just as with her training, Fa’s equipment is designed to give her any edge she can get against a force user. Her primary weapon is a scattergun: a semi-automatic slugthrower with an adjustable choke. She carries a sonic pistol, and an MR-38 sniper rifle for longer range foes. Lastly, she possesses a short vibroblade and three concussion grenades.




Lack of force abilities: Despite her specialized training, the force is a greatly difficult obstacle to overcome. Fa is very reliant on her equipment, techniques, and strategic planning. If those fail, or she is caught off-guard, her chance of success is significantly reduced.

Highly specialized: Most of Fa’s equipment is dedicated to fighting force users specifically, so it gives her few advantages over the common soldier. While she is a skilled combatant with experience on the frontlines, and certainly not defenseless in a more standard fight, there are many soldiers who are simply better equipped for open firefights.

Despises Speciesism: Fa bears rather acute hatred for speciesists. She can generally ignore more mild forms, but extreme displays of speciesism can compel her to act out against the perpetrator, even if it is not the most appropriate action for the situation.

Fa has received extensive physical and mental training in Jedi hunting techniques, adapted to fight the Sith.
Mental training: Fa’s mind has been extensively conditioned to counter several passive and active force abilities. She is capable of masking her presence from a force user, and while in combat, she can cloud her intentions to negate the precognitive abilities of force users by preventing them from predicting her movements (Note that this only negates precognition related to her own intentions).

Cybernetic enhancement: Fa possesses an alacrity implant that, while not quite up to the capabilities of a Jedi, makes her reaction speed competitive.

Combat training: Naturally, Fa’s combat techniques attempt to overcome the sometimes overwhelming force abilities of a Sith, with stealth and subterfuge being common techniques. Melee combat against a force-user is generally ill advised, but she is trained in the use of a blade, with particular focus on fighting defensively and exploiting mistakes. However, her focus is in fighting at range to attempt to get around a Sith’s defenses from a safe distance.

Tracking: To go along with her combat training, Fa is well-trained in many tracking techniques, and can find a target in many different environments, urban or wilderness.

While she is force sensitive, she is unaware of that connection and has never trained those abilities.


Fa-Val-Kuul was hatched on a remote agrarian colony in the outer rim, though before she could begin to form memories, her parents moved with her to the planet Brentaal IV. Both of them had been career soldiers for the Republic: special forces operatives, in fact. They retired from service after having their child, but encouraged their daughter to follow in their footsteps. When she came of age, they began to pass on their knowledge to her.

Fa of course received basic combat training in both ranged and melee combat, but the most exceptional aspect of their teachings was mental. She was trained to make her mind into a veritable fortress against force users, allowing her to hide her presence, prevent outside intrusions, and obscure her intentions. It was training that would give her an advantage once it was time for her to join the Republic military, although; her parents also had their own, personal reasons for ensuring that their daughter had such capabilities, of which they never informed her.

At sixteen years of age, and with her parents’ blessing, Fa joined the Republic military. The strengthening advance of the Empire did mean that she would certainly be heading into danger, but seeing what the Sith were doing in the galaxy, she felt the need to serve. Their speciesist tendencies angered and frightened her, so she knew that a galaxy ruled by the Empire was not one in which she would want to live.

Basic training lasted eight months before she was put into the field. As the Empire pushed more heavily against the Republic, she found herself on the frontlines. Years passed, and she grew in both skill and rank. Her prior combat training from her parents had given her an edge early on, but it was her mental training that allowed her to stand out. She was noted by her superiors to have performance against force-sensitive Sith which was well-above average. Overall, the Republic was losing the war, but her personal successes served to advance her career. After eight years of service and experience, Fa was selected by her superiors for special forces training among a platoon dedicated to hunting down and eliminating Sith threats. Given her mental training, she was a perfect fit for this newly formed unit.

Given Fa’s unique qualifications, her combat style developed to become somewhat different from the rest of her squad, but they knew-well how to make the best use of each of their abilities. Unfortunately, she lost friends through the years, and it was difficult to train up new members. Eventually, after a loss at Serenno, she and the rest of her platoon were assigned to Balmorra in the hopes of turning around yet another losing battle.

As a side effect of her mental training, Fa’s personality is layered and complex. On the outside, she can be brash, arrogant, and even rude at times. She drinks, gambles, and generally does whatever she likes to enjoy herself. When on missions, she sometimes, though not always, shifts to being strict, severe, and entirely focused. At other times, she might become emotional, or even sentimental. But, at her core, she is a principled individual who simply wants to protect the galaxy: particularly the non-humans that the Sith Empire is so quick to dismiss as inferior.


Rejection of the Force: It is possible that Fa may grow to hate the force, as it grants incredible power to only a few individuals. Historically, it has been at the source of many galaxy-wide threats, so she may come to believe that it is a power which no one should possess.
Acceptance of the Force: Through interaction with the Jedi, Fa may come to acknowledge the beneficial nature of the force to the galaxy’s people. Despite the potential of the force to be abuse, she may come to respect the Jedi and wish to work with them again.
Embrace the Force: If Fa learns of her connection to the force, she may be convinced to embrace it and, if possible learn to control it.


Vebra Mirthios – As a member of Fa’s squad, she and Vebra are friends who know one another quite well. They both know one another’s abilities and personalities in great detail, and for Fa, Vebra is her connection to the Jedi rescuers.
Lyric Novan – Fa’s squad met the Jedi Master several times throughout the war, so she is familiar with him. She considers him to be strange for a Jedi, but has seen firsthand his capabilities.
Xan-Rhu-Tor – Fa’s older brother. He was found to be force-sensitive after hatching, and as such, was taken for Jedi training. Fa’s parents never told her about him, so she does not presently know that he exists.

Name: Kara Paan
Species: Human
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Jedi Knight, Guardian
Captive? Yes



Kara has a rather striking appearance, especially for someone who’s supposed to be a spiritual guardian of peace. Standing at a height of 195 cm and weighing in at 92 kg, Kara isn't hard to pick out of a crowd. Especially not with her broad shoulders and bulky muscular frame. She has several battle scars running across her body, arms and legs. Kara’s face could be considered fairly attractive to some. Her light blue eyes seem to always be filled with determination, that’s what she’s been told anyway. Kara has blonde hair which she keeps short enough to not hamper her in a combat scenario yet could still be considered feminine.

As for clothing, Kara was in combat armour when she was captured. So the Sith had stripped her down and given her a prisoner jumpsuit, boots of shoddy craftsmanship and of course the obligatory shock collar.

Just your plain old human. As far as she knows, Kara has no distant relatives who are alien.


-Lacking in training: While she is technically a full fledged Jedi Knight, Kara was actually more of a rushed job. Considering the Republic was at war and the Jedi were losing more Knights than they were able to train, some members of the Order were in favor of a rapid training regime which focussed more on combat orientation then on the Jedi philosophy and manipulation of the Force. That being said, she is of course trained in both of these, just not to the usual standards and more oriented on combat. This means for instance that Kara is still very skilled in abilities like Force Speed and foresight, yet not so much with the Force hallucinations or mind tricks.

-Closed to others: With the exception of her late master, Kara never really tells anyone about her feelings, thoughts or past. Partially it’s because she doesn't trust them. Yet there is also Kara’s fear of growing too attached to people, only to later lose them. It’s safer this way in her opinion.

Emotionally scarred: Kara blames herself for the death of her master and has not yet had time to process this. She now feels lost without him to guide her. And sometimes she even has some dangerous thoughts of revenge.

-Pride/arrogance: Kara takes great pride in her work and martial prowess. This is unfitting for a Jedi and she knows it. This is why she tries to hide it as best as possible. This pride also has a tendency of making her overconfident in her abilities. This might result in sometimes biting off more than she can chew.

Careless: Kara doesn't always think things through. This often results in her rushing headfirst into combat without first evaluating her chances and opponent. She is also very blunt in conversations which some people take issue with.

Hates flying: It doesn't matter if she’s in a starfighter or on a speeder. Kara just doesn't like being in a machine in the air which goes really fast. No, she’d much rather be with her boots on the ground thank you very much. This isn't really a big deal with big spaceships, though she still prefers solid ground. It's also got something to do with the trauma she's had because of the death of her father, who was a fighter pilot.


-Great Martial Prowess: Kara is a Guardian, a warrior for the Order. Her training has largely been focussed on making Kara the best possible warrior the Jedi Order could train in the short amount of time that it had. This has resulted in Kara being physically a very strong individual and dominates many fights with her overpowering strength.

Kara She is very experienced in the use of both variants of Form V, which she has developed to an expertise level. However she is by no means flawless and is known to make unintentional mistakes..However, her master has also taught her a Form IV Ataru, though she is not nearly as good at this form as she is at Form V.

Finally, Kara has been in several battles for a lot of her later Padawan years and her 3 years as a Knight, which have given her vital combat experience.

High pain tolerance: Thanks to her training and combat experience Kara has been able to deal with high degrees of pain.

Strong spirited: Kara is very strong spirited, which makes it hard to crack her emotionally. However, she is not completely impregnable on this front as her emotional baggage, when used against her, might slowly crumble her spirit down.

Loyal: Kara is loyal to people who she respects and would die for any of them.


The basic stuff every Padawan gets taught
Good at the Force abilities which improve physical capabilities like Force enhanced speed and strength
Reasonable at Force Deflection
Sub-par at telekinesis
Outright bad at the remaining mental capabilities.


Born in 3674 BBY on Corellia, Kara Paan was the daughter of a Republic starfighter pilot. She barely got to see her father, as he was fighting actively in the war against the Sith. Then, at the age of 6 she and her mother gained word that her father had perished in a space skirmish over Balmorra. When Kara was told of her father’s death she let out a cry with such force that it threw back the soldier who told her. This was the first time people had witnessed her Force abilities.

A few days later a Jedi Knight appeared. He told Kara that he had served with her father and had been commanding his squadron on that fateful day. The Knight told her that her father died valiantly, saving both this Jedi and two other pilots. The Knight gave Kara her father’s Medal of Valor, which he was awarded posthumously. Just as the Knight was about to leave, Kara asked him if there was a way she could prevent other people from becoming as sad as she was. The Knight would explain, in very simple terms, that there indeed was a way, but that Kara would have to leave her home behind and go to a different place where she would be taught in the Force.

Kara, with the permission of her mother, accepted.

Kara would spend the next years of her life in the Jedi Praxeum on Arkania, training mostly in combat practices, in which she excelled, while being taught only the bare minimum of the philosophy behind the Force. Although Kara had a reasonably strong attunement to the Force, she preferred to use raw physical power to overcome obstacles.

After she passed her trials Kara was picked out to be the Padawan of non other then the Knight, now Master, who got her into the Order to begin with.

There was not a lot of time to study however, as her master was required in the field against the Sith Empire. Kara would learn through experience instead of books. At first Kara was relegated to providing support in the rear, but after reaching the age of 14 her master finally allowed her to come with him on missions.

Kara would continue to travel with her master, from diplomatic missions on Alderaan to trade negotiations on Nar Shaddaa and then back in a trench on Dantooine. All the while she honed her combat skills with her master by her side. And eventually Kara got rewarded when she passed her final trials and became a Knight of the Order. Even though there had been some amongst the Order who questioned her Knighthood as she was still lacking in several aspects, these complaints were ignored as Kara was not the only one to receive a rushed admittance to Knighthood in this war, and certainly wouldn't be the last.

Kara’s master was proud of her and said that her father, who had been the initial reason why she joined the Jedi in the first place, would have been proud of her too. Kara had kept her father’s medal all these years and it served for her as a reminder of what she was fighting for: For other people to not need to feel the loss of a family member. Kara would continue to serve under her master and to her, it felt like nothing could stop the two of them.

Then that fateful day came.

After having played a minor role in the initial stages of the battle for Alderaan, Kara and her master were tasked with escorting an Alderaanian noble and his guards to a negotiation with another noble house. Once they got at the destination however they were ambushed by an Imperial strike force. It appeared that the Alderaanian noble had double crossed the Republic and formed a pact with the Empire.

At first the two Jedi seemed to barely have any trouble fighting against the Imperials, partially because they seemed to not be engaging in lethal combat. However, that changed when a Sith entered the fray, but not before ordering his troops to stand down as he boasted that he would be able to finish the Jedi off on his own.

As Kara and her master were battling this Sith, they were unable to gain an advantage over him and soon disaster struck. Kara’s master made a slight error, only a tiny one, which exposed him to a counterattack. An opening the the Sith took advantage off. The next thing Kara remembers is seeing her master’s decapitated body beside her.

Kara’s recollection of the following couple of seconds is rather clouded. All she could remember was that she kept on battering the Sith with her lightsaber, using her raw strength to wear him down and eventually break through his defences. When he lowered his defences it almost seemed like he accepted his fate. Kara took advantage of this and kicked the man unto the ground to then follow up by planting her lightsaber in his chest. As she looked at his face, all she could see was a grin and his eyes fixed on hers.

Kara was so entranced by the Sith that she lowered her guard. This is when the soldiers surrounding her struck and fired several shots with their blasters set on the stun setting. The next thing Kara remembers is being aboard an Imperial Intelligence ship together with other Republic military personnel from different branches. What followed were weeks of interrogation and torture.

Or so she thought. What actually happened was that the interrogators did not really want to meddle too much into Jedi/Sith business, especially not considering the commander of the ship wanted to earn the favour of some of his Sith superiors delivering a largely unharmed Jedi to her. So although Kara was being interrogated and tortured, it was not to the same -lethal- degree as the other troops onboard.

After informing the Darth, they set a course to her ship to deliver Kara to her.


Kara is not really a person who gets along well with others. She is generally rather cynical and pessimistic about things and tends to make a snarky comment once in awhile, which doesn't really help her in becoming a loveable person. She does not care what others think about her though. She has survived this long by relying on herself for most of the time anyway, why change things now?

Atleast, that’s how she comes across to the outside world. In reality Kara is afraid that connecting to people will end up in either being hurt because they die or they betray her. However, even if she doesn't want it, she can't suppress these urges to be with other people and thus she usually tags along with others, even if she is against whatever they’re doing. As long as it’s not suicidal of course, she’s not stupid after all.

Kara is also very stubborn. Once she’s made her mind up about something it’s very hard to convince her to do something else. Kara likes challenges for her to overcome and will never shy away from a fight. Finally Kara will never let herself be subdued without putting up one hell of a fight. Although the Jedi Masters have not determined if this is because of her strong connection to the Force or because of something else.


I have not really thought about it in great detail but at the moment this is what I can think of:
Kara can basically go down two ways at the moment:

One, she remains loyal to the Light and helps her group escape, possibly sacrificing herself in the process.

Two, Kara gets tempted and eventually corrupted by the power of the Dark Side and becomes a bloodcrazed lapdog for her new master.


Koren Omi-Ren: Kara had been to Manaan once 4 years ago. Here she had a brief encounter with Koren. He was a reasonable, if a bit cocky, person who didn't shy away of making a few jokes. At some point during her stay at Manaan Kara had a sparring duel with Koren. While at first the two appeared to be equals in combat, it didn't take long for Koren to capitalise on a mistake made by Kara and beat her… twice. Her encounter with Koren brought the young Padawan back to earth again, showing that she still had much to learn. She respects Koren for this lesson and would one day like to have a rematch.

Tolun Fi: Kara has seen Tolun Fi a few times in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. He seemed to lack any traits Kara considered honourable. Actually, her impression of him was that he was actually more a cowardly person. While many Jedi were fighting the Sith and keeping peace in the galaxy, here was this Kaminoan who was experimenting in the comfort of the Temple. So all in all… Kara doesn't really like him. Ofcourse, this is just her opinion of a few short encounters.



Kara has already been slightly corrupted by the Dark Side, though by no means irreversibly and not to her knowledge. The fact that she was attached to people, her master, and objects, her father’s medal, are a testament to her not living 100% according to the Jedi laws. And then there’s ofcourse the matter of her using her anger to kill the Sith Warrior who killed her master. Sith Lords would be able to pick up on this and use it to their advantage.

While the CS might give another impression, Kara's joining of the Jedi Order was not voluntarily. Kara's mother had been persuaded in advance by the Jedi to let her daughter join the Order. And then when he gave Kara her father's Medal of Valor, well, that sealed the deal. It was a clever use of Force persuasion although Kara herself still thinks that she made the choice on her own.

Name: Khaius Diene (Ka-HI-us Dain)
Species: Human
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Jedi Scholar
Captive? Rescuer. Khaius is not usually a "combat oriented" Jedi. The young man is more of a scholar, preferring to squirrel himself away in philosophies and playing with the "true nature" of the Force. The capture of his brethren drew his attention, and this he pressed to be a part of a mission. Jedi live a life of peril, true, and in his solitude in the Temple he had been sheltered from that life. When Lyric was taken however, a pillar of his life threatened to collapse. In the moment of revelation that the most exaulted of his Jedi brethren could be in danger, it occurred to him that it was against his Order to seclude himself at the peril of others. To be Jedi was to serve, to isolate, could lead to fear of inclusion or fear of a world that one does not understand... to that end he was able to be placed on a team sent to investigate.

A tall, (roughly 6'2) slender(175lbs) fellow bordering on underfed, Khaius is elfen of feature with modestly cut, long hair. Traditionally dressed, the only rugged feature about the man is the incessant beard he insists on, perhaps for the effect of age, perhaps because it warms his chin. Nonetheless, it is here to stay.


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Overwhelmed: prone to making, rash decisions under pressure, often unable to see the larger picture in relation to decisions or plans made.
Antisocial: Tends to see people second- this is not an active trait, by that he does not dislike or shun people, he tends to see information first is all. Seemingly intrinsic points of view concerning people and the way they work are often lost on him- he does not read emotion well, and does not respond to them well either.
Self-depreciating: If he is not doing well, he's not doing well.
Inexperience: Dark Side- Possessing a clear understanding of the histories between Jedi and Sith, and even assuming a light understanding between the different creeds, Khaius has not faced the dark side of the force- either in combat or otherwise(temptation).

Lightsaber use: Intermediately trained in Soresu: Khaius is a student of theory and practice. He can walk through forms blindfolded forward and backward- the issue is not in his technique but his combat experience, and thus his confidence in combat. In practice duels, he struggles with fluidity, it is difficult for him to break form and flow between offense and defense. This is what labels him intermediate. With practice, it is assumed that he could master the saber and this particular form.
Blaster use: Novice. Having never really dedicated time to this, Khaius is a decent shot, though again concentrating in the midst of battle is more of the problem than his actual technique.
Ship piloting: Intermediate Because this is technology based, Khaius is much more confident here. His ability to manipulate technology was perhaps the most prized of things taught to him- so manning a ship isn't much a problem. His piloting is flawless in a simulator..
Robotics and Technology interfacing: High Being trained by an archivist has it's merits. The young man is a whiz at interface- anything with a screen and an interactive element he can pretty much operate, get into, decipher, etc. Ancient machines, alien tech, it's all be studied, and practiced.

Force healing: Intermediate Picking this skill up made logical sense to Khaius, it was a means to serve anyone he was with alongside maintaining himself as well.
Force deflection This also was another logical choice for someone not exactly on the front lines. Deflection and healing seemed a great way to keep oneself and others alive in times of peril. In the event he was in the field for the first time, these two abilities could buy him the time he needed to grow a little confidence, and perhaps even learn while he was trying to survive.
Revitalize This was taught to him directly by his Master to increase his efficiency as an archivist.
Alter Damage. This aims at survival, yet another means for Khaius to persevere in unfortunate circumstances.

Born on Coruscant, Khaius's father was a pilot and his mother worked in a small cantina. Committed to the Order at a very young age, the boy had small dealings with his parents, and truly adopted the Temple Jedi as his family. As a young boy, his father's piloting kept him away from home, and his mother's association with the dregs of the city kept her away from sobriety. Though he has never spoken openly about his time before entering into the temple, the hard fact is present: Khaius was not exactly sought out by the Order. He was abandoned there. His younger years were full of silence- he was a pair of watching eyes, without judgement, without emotion, his flat affect and large round eyes were disconcerting. At least in action the boy seemed to mean well. He did not speak a full sentence until he was 5, when he thanked a Jedi Master, Lyric, and called him "Father". After his initial communication though, his development increased within the markers of "normalcy" and he was able to pass the Trials at 10.

As a teenager, Khaius was very reclusive. Though his force capabilities were adequate, it was widely thought he would never truly make his mark in the field, so he was given to Te'Naor Fordan, historian, as an Padiwan. Te'Naor was a Scholar of the highest order- it was believed Khaius would follow the man's footsteps well- and keep his knowledge driven mind occupied. Te'Naor's true weakness lie in his affection for books- he studied histories and anthropology so intensely, the young Padiwan rarely got time to interact with others of his age. This granted him a vast knowledge of theory, but lacking in the social skill department. Social cues and norms often confound him if they don't follow what he considers to be logical. Having a large percentage of his people watching in novels, he speaks the way authors write, he expects people to fall into archetypes, and thus he is often very far away from a true understanding of others. This also gave way to a lack of combat experience- and, much like his understanding of people, he grasps lightsaber combat in theory and each strike, pose, and parry falls into a category. He does not have an understanding of combat and it's unpredictable shifts between offense and defense, thus his lack of true mastery. His forms are impeccable: it is his lack of experience that denies him access to the comfort of Mastery.

From a very young age, Lyric astounded him with his prowess: socially he was accepted and praised. The man was strong, a swordsman, and clearly not afraid to go into the field and make a difference in the worlds he frequented. Instead of contempt or jealousy, Khaius categorized the man as a hero: fighting for justice, eager to serve and brash in the right ways. In his concrete thinking Lyric embodied a man out of the stories: untouchable- unflappable the way a hero is supposed to be.

As a scholar, Khaius understands the dark side of the force exists, but does not see how it can apply to human beings. Because he struggles to see people as three dimensional (capable of making decisions that mold/change who they are) the allure of the darkside is lost on him. To him, Sith are villainous- they have no true motivation or intention other than to be "bad for the sake of power". This wraps them up nicely in a box where he can easily identify them as "bad" and Jedi as "good". Again his lack of experience paints a terrible picture for him. History does not often carry the nuance of personality: he knows events, times, places.. but not people and what motivates them.



Khaius is a quiet and brooding fellow. He is positively the worst person to have in a social situation, though he doesn't quite know that. The majority of his time has been spent in the temple, so he is surprisingly unaware of social norms(not all, but some). He is also a very concrete thinker- the dark side does not make sense to him: it has no real application in the world. The Force in itself has a path, and that path is undeniable. Forcing it out of that path is blasphemous and stupid. He is unable to see further than that most times.

Motivation wise, Khaius has opted to be a part of this mission for two reasons: one because he is desperate to ensure Lyric is returned to the temple, alongside another Jedi, Talija. Their capture forced him to begin thinking of his adherence to study and neglect of the field as cowardice.

The second is to offer knowledge and council to any who require it, and to gain some valuable experience in the field- facing what he's been studying for so long. A natural curiosity wells up within him when he reads, experience in the field will marry his view of the world with how the world actually is.

Long term, Khaius wants to prove himself to the Order and to himself, gain acceptance from Lyric and the other masters, and perhaps one day join the ranks of the socially adept.

Lyric: Father figure- wants to look good around him.
Padawans: Needs to prove that he isn't a padiwan, though some on this very mission have more field experience than he does. Anxiety around female padiwan is too damn high.
Tolun Fi. A counsular is more than likely what Khaius would be when his spine grows in, so he's probably been watching Tolun more than any other Jedi save Lyric himself. This provides an interesting split: the ruthless, calculated counsular, the brash, arrogant knight, it meshes rather.. yes you guessed it.. awkwardly.



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SECRET: One true motivation for coming and pushing to come was to prove his bravery to Talija, for whom he's developed TABD (Teenage Awkward Blushing Disorder). In his heart of hearts, he knows these feelings are dangerous, and that is directly at odds with the tenant: "There is no Emotion, Only Peace" he is currently trying to rationalize it coldly, which of course doesn't work. Just as Lyric is the Hero, Talija has become the female lead- beautiful and strong, someone he can love from afar. He needs to be a hero to be worthy of courting her.

Of course the Jedi do not approve of relationships between Jedi- yet his feelings remain. He does not "want" them, but just like any good story, he does not want to stop feeling them either. He has not sought counsel over this matter just yet.. though he knows he should- talking about it takes the romance away. In essence, he'll "lose the story" he gets to tell himself when he admits his feelings aloud.
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Name: Corr Halcard
Species: Red Sith (24% Imperial Human)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Faction: Sith Empire
Rank: Apprentice (Nearly an Inquisitor)
Master: Sith Lord Sish



Has a common imperial accent. Stands at 6 foot 3 inches or a little taller than 1.8 meters. Under his hood is a full head of short brown hair, usually with a loose strand coming over his forehead when his hood is down.

Lightsabers

The right one is longer than the left by about 10 inches



Natural Affinity for the force


Suspicious- Due to past experiences, Corr isn't likely to trust anyone.
Technologically Inept- Computers do not bend to Corr's will like the force does.
Arrogant- While smart in the long run, Corr's overconfidence in his combat abilities may catch up to him one day.
Resents Owing Anyone- Corr hates owing anyone favors, so if he owes you a favor, he'll probably not like you. Just like he doesn't like his Father.


Form I- Schii-Cho
Form VI- Niman
Double Bladed Training- Trained in wielding two lightsabers, one slightly shorter than the other, with Form VI to maximize the effectiveness of combat.
Inquisitor Training- Has skill and experience in interrogation and has extensive knowledge of the anatomies of most known species.
Tactical Aptitude- Has a natural talent for tactical action, some say from his Mother who is an Imperial Navy Commander and skilled tactician. But he still has much to learn.
Competent Pilot- He can fly a fighter no problem, but if he's surrounded and outnumbered, there might be a problem.
Budding Politician- As Corr gets older, he's starting to realize the importance of politics in the empire. He's slowly but surely picking up all the quirks and skills needed to make his way up the hierarchy.
Psychological Warrior- Being an Inquisitor, Corr understands all too well the importance of psychological warfare. A good part of his Inquisitor training was spent learning to break down the enemy without even touching them.


Basic Sith Powers
Force Persuade (Intimidation)- Being Over 6 feet tall and having the permanent look of irritation, Corr can be fairly intimidating. Usually all it takes is a nudge in the right direction for some suspects. While the force is a powerful influence in of itself, Corr still has to use some of his own tactics to help it along, especially with stronger willed species.
Force Choke- The embodiment of anger and passion, Corr finds this useful when he needs to threaten someone. Or simply shut them up.
Force Fear- One of Corr's favorite in interrogation, delving into someone's mind and making their fears a reality is a precise art, one Corr has yet to master. True masters can make someone's fears appear in front of them without even being in the same room, but Corr is far from a master. He has to maintain eye contact and pour all of his negative feeling into deep concentration.
Force Lightning- The Dark Side in all of it's power, Corr uses Force Lightning when he wants someone to bend to him. Whether by wounding them or killing them.
Detoxify Poison- Being as suspicious as Corr is, he decided it would be beneficial to learn this ability in case he makes an enemy of a coward who won't challenge him in combat.


Corr was born on Dromund Kaas in 3673 BBY. His Mother was an Imperial Officer and his father a promising Sith apprentice. From a very young age, Corr showed to be very strong in the force and was given to the Sith by his parents when he was 5. From there he lived and breathed the empire. He was raised in the academy, more often than not excelling at many subjects. But while he was exceptional, he was also a powder keg waiting to explode. No doubt due to his father's own temper, which was famous for cutting down Jedi in it's fury. Sometimes it took a lot, like a pack of students who thought they could handle some lone sith. Or it took very little, like a droid bumping into him on his way to the mess.

Either way, he earned a reputation of being unpredictable and dangerous. Some instructors recognized his potential and how much more dangerous he could be if he could control his rage and passion (And more than likely a promotion for teaching a promising young sith.) They also realized a young sith powder keg was a recipe for disaster. And so Corr began training in Schii-Cho to discipline him. After some time, the instructors realized he was much more at home with two blades and when he was about 8 he began training in Niman.

Along with his lightsaber training, Corr's strong connection to the force gave him an advantage and his harsh, yet intelligent nature made his a good candidate for inquisitor. So he was taken under the wing of Ular Obesti, an inquisitor. They trained for several years together and Ular taught Corr everything he knew. But Ular had a secret Corr did not know about. Corr's Sith Lord Father was Ular's rival and Ular had been waiting for years to get back at him. No one would bat an eye over a dead apprentice. He attempted to kill Corr in his sleep. But Corr was attuned heavily into the force and when Ular attacked him, his danger sense triggered.

A fierce saber battle ensued, but it was becoming increasingly clear that Corr would be killed. At that moment his father, who had been secretly tracking Corr's progress and simultaneously keeping an eye on his rival , stepped in and slew Ular. It was over in a second. His father's infamous rage destroyed Ular. Corr's father saved him, but was disappointed by his son's weakness and took the blame, claiming Ular was a weak fool and his ambition far exceeded his power and capabilities. Due to his political pull, Lord Halcard received a minor punishment, barely worth mentioning.

Corr resented owing his father, who had only spoke to him a few times throughout his life. His mother, a commander in the Imperial Navy, was much more supportive. Corr had survived but the feelings of abandonment, betrayal, and disgust Corr felt ensured he would trust no one for a long time. Corr knew then that only the strong survived and he was determined to thrive in this unforgiving universe.

Not long after the death of his former mentor did he meet Zanna, a fellow Inquisitor. While certainly not the most intimidating and definitely not the most powerful, Corr could tell she was smart and dangerous, in her own way. So he decided to make friends with her, which was made easier considering he was majority Red Sith as well. He shared her interests and built on her Red Sith superiority complex.

He inquired about her research and shared some meaningless gossip with her, and soon she began to warm up to him, though he knew he would have to do more if she was to stay loyal. He would need friends if he was to become stronger. Though Zanna wasn't the most influential of the sith, he had a feeling she would prove a valuable ally later on. Of course this was all to his benefit, he didn't actually care for her and would toss her away if something better happened along. Around this time, his mother, Lieutenant Commander Isla Halcard was assigned a high command position in The Kaggath.

Despite training to be an Inquisitor, Corr has always found lightsaber combat more thrilling than torture, interrogation, or even using the force as a whole. Which is why he's focused on training with lightsabers just as much as he's trained with his force abilities. He believes body should be just as strong as mind.

Corr was sent on several assignments after that, mostly to see his progress in the field. As predicted he thrived and by his 19th year he had already killed a Jedi knight and his padawan, while recovering intel on Jedi movements. The most prominent of his assignments though was to the sacking of Coruscant where he was to hunt down some surviving Jedi and report to Sith Lord Sish on the Kaggath, unbeknownst to Corr, Sish picked him out from a list of prospective apprentices. When he learned Zanna would be aboard as well, it was somewhat of a relief, it can be so hard to make friends sometimes...


Harsh, power-hungry, suspicious, these all describe Corr. He wants to be the strongest, to get to the point where he doesn't have to fight for his life, because in a universe where the weak are destroyed and the strong remain supreme, what other choice is there? He believes every living thing has the potential to become powerful, which is why weaklings infuriate and anger him. He's arrogant, but smart. He may overestimate himself, but he never underestimates others. He understands the necessity of allies and will try to make a friend rather than an enemy. But if making a friend means making an enemy stronger than he is, he may not make a friend at all. What angers him the most though is betrayal. If you cross him, it may be the last thing you ever do.


Become an apprentice of Darth Nyiss.
Become the strongest and thrive.


Zanna, Fellow Inquisitor
Darth Nyiss, by reputation
Sith Lord Sish, Master
Sith Lord Halcard, Father


His father killed a fellow Sith Lord to save his life.

Name: Kylar Marcus
Species: Human
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Faction: Jedi Order
Rank: Jedi Knight
Captive? No




As a youth, Kylar was slim and smaller than most other younglings his age. However, when he hit his teen years, a growth spurt left him at a solid six feet, three inches in height. Powerfully built as well, with broad shoulders and corded, well developed muscles over his chest and arms. He slims down a bit at the waist.

Dark brown hair, inquisitive eyes of the same color and a scrunched up face that makes him seem like he is constantly deep in thought, he had never been the most approachable of sorts. His dress code is strictly utilitarian, guiding himself with the dark browns and blacks that his master got him used to. Battle armor is a recent and rather permanent addition to his wardrobe, ever since he joined in the conflict against the Sith.

His skin is tanned, ruddy and pockmarked with scars from blaster and lightsaber. One in particular stands out, an ugly red thing over his left shoulder and spreading onto his back, courtesy of the first Sith Acolyte that he encountered. A few hours in a with a topical solution of Kolto would have healed the wound quicker, ridding him of the scar, but he opted to keep it as a reminder of the mistake that led to wound. Despite this, he usually keeps it and his other mementos of battle under wraps.

He wields a single lightsaber with a blue crystal and 182 cm long, hilt included.


Kylar’s state of mind is constantly moving, constantly weaving from one problem, issue, solution or thought to the other, making him jump a bit too quickly to conclusions. Hurried, easily frustrated and difficult to communicate with when he is focused on something else, and he rarely second-guesses or takes the time to think over the potential consequences of his actions. However, during his time as a knight he has learned some self control and discipline, the hard way and while he holds to his patterns of thinking, he is learning with experience that speed is not always the ally of good choices. In this frame of thinking, he does tend to play fast and loose with the rules when in the heat of the moment, feeling that the choices to be made cannot be held to a single rule-book but must be organic to the situation. Thus, he has been rumored to execute Sith soldiers and adepts once he had disarmed or disabled them in some cases, or captured others and whispers of him releasing a couple more have also come in contact with Republic ears.

He feels that the council and most of the other Jedi are too set in their ways and traditions. To beat the Sith, to his understanding, they needed to heed the calls of the times and adapt, as each situation has to be resolved under the context of said situation, not from stale group of rules that were issued thousands of years past. Once again, not too popular with the other Masters, especially as he is rather vocal with his sentiments. Something of a loudmouth and a gossip with those that he is close to and considers friends, some of which are the Jedi that he grew up with, as well as fellow soldiers and those that share his passion for the field of mechanics. He feels deeply and very strongly about friends and comrades, developing close connections especially with those with whom he has shared the proverbial foxhole.

His skill with mechanics has made him arrogant in his knowledge of the field, and he tends to be rather curt and snappy should anyone question his work.

The wound on his left shoulder makes him favor his right side now more than before, as his left side is a bit more stiff and has lost a bit of mobility thanks to a lightsaber wound. It is something that he is training to repair, but it still leaves him with a very exploitable gap in his defenses, which he tends to overcompensate for by twisting his body to the left, which leave him off balance and could be used against him.

As a Jedi, he has never had much experience when it comes to relationships closer than friendship, and thus he would be completely out of his depth trying to extend comfort or emotional care. It doesn’t stop him from trying his best, though, and most of those in his small circle of close friends understand this part of him.

He is an adept of the variants of Form V, Shien and Djem So. He has a slight preference for the latter, as the it plays well to his physical strength and natural aggressiveness. However, his skill with Shien has benefited from his previous training in Form III. Overall, his style is more defensive than would be expected of a Form V practitioner, but no less dangerous. He is fully ambidextrous, and while his master felt that he would fight better wielding two blades instead of one, he preferred the surprise factor of being able to shift hands during combat, and even reversing his grip into a backhand mid-duel. Kylar has never encountered a properly powerful and/or skilled Sith in a duel before, so he is well aware of the need for refining in his combat style.

His skill with all things mechanical, has made him invaluable to the war effort. While fixing and repairing droids and other mechanical devices are no problem, his skills branch a bit stronger into the software part of the field. Decryption, communications, and slicing are his strengths, which explains his interest in how the Sith got past Coruscant’s defense grid, barring unbelieveable amounts of human error. While most of his early efforts, particularly before he was exposed to any advanced training, were largely successful due to trial and error, he has since learned a great deal in the field and is a point of reference for most of his comrades.

He also has a bit of talent as a pilot, even though he is not overly comfortable in the cramped space of a cockpit. He blames lack of practice, but he really isn’t as good as he feels that he could be in that regard. Not his strong suit.

He has some talent when it comes to front-line tactics as well as military command, although his creativity is limited to ground engagements, and has been frequently told that he has no head for leading space battles, and thus is usually limited to defensive roles when in space, or attacking or corralling lightly armored ships and transports, or piloting troop transports himself. This usually leads to him being a vital part of any ground engagements.

Passable Knowledge: Basic Force Powers, Mechu-deru, Tapas, Crucitorn.

Advanced Knowledge: Basic Force Powers involving telekinesis, Droid Disable, Force-Powered Falling Avalanche.


Kylar remembers little from his life before the Order, having been all but raised in the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Master Joosor’Alai had been in the same clutch as Kylar’s father. Having fallen in love with another Padawan, Marcus (Kylar’s father) decided to leave the Jedi Order with his love and move to Dantooine. He managed to remain in touch with Alai, however.

Kylar’s father requested Jedi help with the smuggler problem that they had, and Alai, who was not currently involved in the recently started war, came to his aid. When he arrived, he dealt with the smugglers in his traditional, non-violent and diplomatic way. While there, he met Kylar, and over the two months that he was there, he began to suspect that Kylar was Force Sensitive, like his father and mother. Once confirmed, Alai sought Kylar’s father’s approval that the boy might be taken to Coruscant for training in the Jedi ways.

Alai followed Kylar’s progress as a youngling with a great deal of interest, helping him with some extra training here and there. The two knew each other well by the time came for Kylar to be elevated to Padawan, and Alai decided to take the young boy under his metaphorical wing. He began teaching Kylar in the subtle Form III, but realized after a year or so that the young padawan’s personality was far too active for the passive form, and thus gently transitioned to Shien, and then with the help of a couple of Swordmasters at the Temple, Djem So. Kylar adapted well to the new form.

Alai was active in the war effort as a master of diplomacy, as Kylar was well aware with his long absences, and once Kylar became his padawan he started joining his master in the occasional campaign and mission, usually being kept to the sidelines and on safer missions. As such, he encountered a data analyst and techie on one of the Republic cruisers that they spent a great deal of time on. The two became friends during one of Alai’s longer times away, and the man taught the avid Kylar in a lot of the subtler nuances of the craft, fanning the boy’s spark of talent into a conflagration of knowledge. Kylar remains in touch with the man when he can.

In one of their missions of his master’s homeworld of Ryloth, he was sent on a supply run to help a burgeoning militia with much needed kolto. During this supply run, his troop was ambushed by a small troop led by a Sith Acolyte. Ambushed would be a slight exaggeration as both parties were surprised at each other’s appearance, and thus developed into a confused skirmish which ended with Kylar blade to blade with the Zabrak Acolyte.

She was a practitioner of the Juyo form, incredibly aggressive and Kylar found himself having to quickly fall back on his knowledge of Soresu to keep the flurry after flurry of attacks at bay. However, the Acolyte was far from a master in the form, and he slowly managed to revert to Djem So to take the upper hand, forcing the Acolyte back with sheer physical power. Eventually, he forced the Zabrak to her knees and for the first time in actual combat, made use of his augmented Falling Avalanche. She managed to raise her blade in time to block it, but in her hurry to force a riposte she ignored the concussive force blast. Even so, the riposte had some effect before her saberstaff flew from her fingers and caught Kylar on his shoulder before he could recover. The blow dazed the Zabrak, twisting her wrist and stunning her momentarily.

However, as Kylar nursed his wounds, he realized that the Zabrak had recovered enough to use a force summon to bring her blade back to her hands, and in his effort to avoid her rearming herself, he accidentally killed her. The accident made him feel rather poorly, and he picked up her saberstaff and presented it to his Master when they reunited. Alai refused the gift, but recommended the 19-year-old Kylar for the Trials a few months later when they returned to Coruscant.

The trials changed him quite profoundly. He never discussed what happened in them, but those that knew him well could sense the change. He was given his knighthood and sent to various points in the galaxy.

He was on Dantooine, fighting alongside a small armored division there when word came of the attack on Coruscant. The word came through his old friend, on leave on the planet using a hidden comm buoy and an emergency channel that only the two knew how to use. Unable to do anything about it that his friend had survived the attack, Kylar pushed what worries and questions that he had about the event aside as best he could until word came, calling him to help in the rescue of a group of Jedi that had gone missing in the attack. Rescuing his friends and fellow Jedi from Sith clutches had him agreeing to go, but he started to develop a plan to discover the details of the Sith attack during or after the rescue mission. He joined a smuggling team that he had worked with previously and they got him to Tatooine without being detected.

Distant, keeping others at bay with his infamy for blunt and outspoken behavior, he is a difficult man to befriend. Those that do manage to crack the outer shell of passive ignoring and the occasional sarcastic remark find him a very loyal friend, as if he saves up the energy saved in encounters with strangers and lavishes his friends with them. His friends and confidants are the only ones that he makes an effort to overcome his problems with empathy and he actually tries to put himself in their shoes, although not always successfully. From them, he takes criticism with an apology and a promise to do better rather than his signature,” I’m sorry, were you saying something?”

He is a rather aggressive person, questioning and inquisitive, no matter the subject, so long as it has his interest. As of now, his curiosity is peaked as to just how the Sith managed to circumvent Coruscant's defenses so easily.

He is he has learned a great deal of self-control following his trials. Why the sudden change from brash and reckless to trying to think things through and trying for a second thought, few know, although his friends have gleaned that it has something to do with one of the trials that he underwent. Focused and determined, and despite everything and the thoughts of the masters on the matter, he is wholly dedicated to the Jedi Order and way, or he thinks he is. The other Jedi are his family and their capture drives him. That and his curiosity.

While he has his doubts about the lack of flexibility or even basic understanding of the Jedi Code, his time with Alai saw him with a very deep commitment to the Code nonetheless. While he feels that sometimes the rules must be broken in order for good to triumph, he is of the opinion that a dark path is a dark path, no matter one’s intentions goals upon taking it.

His feelings towards the Republic are uncharacteristically agreeable. The order set by Galactic law and the fact that the Jedi are the enforcers for it make him feel like a well organized part of something larger than himself. Despite his disparaging feelings for the Council, he has a great deal of respect for what they represent, rather than the individuals themselves, and feels that the Sith would introduce a great deal of unneeded anarchy. Thus, he agrees with the need for combating the Sith, but he doesn’t share the dislike and sometimes hatred that some of his fellow Jedi feel for them.

Earning his respect is a difficult, if not insurmountable challenge. Standing by one’s beliefs and thoughts on any particular point is one way, which is why he does respect the Jedi Council and the Masters even if he doesn’t agree with them. Strength of character and an ability to think with an open mind also help. He is rarely friends with those that he mistrusts from experience, or those that he doesn’t respect, be he isn’t friends with all those that he does. Alai was more of a mentor than a confidant or friend, and has not been in as much contact with the Twi’lek as he would have liked ever since the trials.

Talking of parents and/or family members bores him to the core, as he has had neither. Or he pretends that it bores him and he just doesn’t like talking about family. He isn’t quite sure yet. Talking about shared interests, like things mechanical in nature are an easy way of grabbing his attention. Speaking of lightsaber combat and forms are also things that perk his ears up, as he is far from a specialist in the theoretical discussions, but he plans on that changing. Speaking of food, of the various places where food can be acquired ready and hot, or even on the terms of preparing food is the shortest shortcut to his heart of hearts, as he enjoys cooking, if one can call what he does cooking. He has simple tastes when it comes to music, and recreation follows a similar path.

Meditation is a chore for him, but he does enjoy the great outdoors, exploring and documenting the various flora and fauna that he comes across in his travels in a small device that he carries wherever he goes. He has a dream of travelling to the various forest worlds, Kashyyyk being of particular interest, to for study once this interminable war is over, and he listens intently to anyone speaking about the places. He feels that he would be owed some time off after the war, and would like to use that time in a way as far removed from fighting as possible.

His faith in the Jedi Order has been weakened of late, and thus I think it would be interesting for him to be tested. Being captured and put to the test under torture, both physical and mental would be an interesting way to go about it. Another way would be for him to confront a Sith Lord or someone with greater skill and experience than him and to be soundly thrashed, but managing to survive and escape, thus bringing him to think that maybe the Jedi Way isn’t the right way after all.

Thanks to his friend on Coruscant, he has a burning interest to discover just how the Sith took the whole of Coruscant’s defense grid in one fell swoop. He disguises his interest by saying that he wants to know in order to stop it from happening again, but he just curious. He could find it outright, or be led on a wild goose chase that ends with his thrashing mentioned above.

I would like for him to start to grow out of his apathetic shell when it comes to training another padawan in the ways of the force. He does genuinely feel that he would be able to do it well, but he doesn’t want to rush it, and thus has been hiding behind the Council’s unofficial decision while scouting potential younglings.

Kennith Rahn: Rahn helped Kylar develop his skills in Djem So while he was still a Padawan. The two remained friends afterwards, and on occasion exchange messages and share the occasional drink when together and not on duty. Kennith also “helped” him lose some money playing a few friendly games of Pazaak.

Xid Terrik: Both are enthusiasts of things that work with electricity. In his early years as a Knight, Kylar spent some time instructing Xid in the basics of Mechu-Deru and technology. The two connected over their difficulty in connecting with other human beings and in turn their connection with droids and mechs. The two are good friends despite their age difference.

Darth Nyiss: Never encountered the Sith directly, but his master had, and often spoke with something akin to admiration mixed with the distaste about her to his padawan, especially when it came to her ruthless tactics that ended in victory at heavy cost.

Sish: One of his first campaigns as a Knight pitted him against the Sith Lord indirectly, letting him see what happens when Lord Sish is unleashed upon a foe. He never met the Trandoshan face-to-face, but he knows the Sith Lord’s file by heart, and keeps a keen ear perked for news of him. On some level, he wishes to eventually confront the Sith Lord.

Vebra Mirthios: Served, mostly in a supporting role, but not always, in a handful of their specialized Sith Hunting missions. The two never got to know each other very well, but they are passing acquaintances.


When his master refused to take the lightsaber of the Sith that Kylar had killed, he kept it for himself, and he has collected the lightsabers of every Sith that he has killed since. He doesn't feel that the captured weapons are trophies, but more as a representation of a skilled force user, no matter how twisted. He feels that he brings some light to his killed enemies by keeping their memories alive and feels a deep empathy for those that he killed, oddly enough in contrast to how he feels his living friends. This thought hit him in full force when he realized that the Acolyte that he had killed was no older than he was. He maintains his small collection well hidden in his quarters at the Jedi temple, never having had more than two on his person at the same time. His collection was destroyed in the Sith attack on Coruscant.

Ryloth was a difficult world to retain a foothold on. Despite its breathable atmosphere and occasionally beautiful location, there were hundreds of ways that a person could find him or herself permanently lost in its vastness. A world constantly split between the light and the darkness, the utterly uninhabitable side that faced the sun and the equally hostile dark side, facing away. Many Jedi masters had speculated that the planet’s seemingly constant conflict reflected the battle between the light and the dark sides of the force, equally powerful and polar opposites. Two sides of a coin. One could not live without the other, as evidenced from the temperate belt around the planet of habitable land.

Kylar was of the mind that the masters that followed in this line of thinking were wasting time, as was the republic by maintaining relations with this hellhole of a planet.

No, that wasn’t how he thought, not really. The Twi’leks has brought a great deal to the table when they joined the Republic, so much that the queasy bureaucrats and sycophants on Coruscant were more than eager to turn a blind eye to the lazily hidden slave trade that was so deeply ingrained in the planet’s culture. When faced with the actual facts of the slave trade, these same politicians would gasp in horror and make loud promises of change and punishment despite the fact that many of them had their own ‘contracted’ Twi’lek consorts and escorts. The Jedi Padawan found the whole process sickening.

Even so, he was mildly excited to be on his own. When it came to involvement in the war, his master was more than happy to leave Kylar behind on some cruiser or base to study and help in any way that they could. But this was something that had to be dealt with, something that required a Jedi, and the other knights and jedi were occupied with the various battles happening in the North to deal with a simple supply run to one of their many training camps for local militias and armies in training. And Mater Alai had charged him with leading the company through the treacherous tunnel systems to where their Twi’lek base would be found.

On his own. Not the first time, but it was still refreshing to be entrusted with any responsibility. Even if it was mucking through the dank tunnels that he probably been abandoned for years after heat storms had driven the locals to find a more forgiving place to develop, deeper underground. And when the path was underground, there would be no shortcuts, no flying to the destination. It had to be reached with feet on the ground. Mighty trucks rumbled through the cramped tunnels and a few of the republic soldiers followed and led on walkers. Scouts, the cream of the republic's forces. He had been given twelve such men, and a small company of regular footmen, fifty or so, mostly recruits and non-military personnel. Cooks, techies, mechanics, men that would be stationed in the camps anyways. The less men that needed to make the return trip to the surface, the better.

He didn’t like riding in the trucks or the APCs. Cramped and stuffy, more so with him taking up so much space, he preferred walking along the paths that were clearly not made with heavy machinery in mind, than riding with the troops. Despite being deep underground, there was still a good amount of draft that kept him from feeling like he was closed inside a world. Well, there was still the constant pressure of having thousands of tons of rock just waiting to crush them, but he managed to ignore that, for the most part. Kylar rolled his shoulders. He shouldn’t complain. He had been the one pestering Alai… Master Alai for some time in the field without being babysat by his master.

“All’s quiet, sir,” One of the scouts, probably one of the ones that were on a rest period now, said softly as he came closer to the padawan,” Not like the Sith to give us this kind of free range on a place, but I’ll take my luck when it comes.”

Kylar studied the man. Human, with a bit of a blueish hue to his skin and small lumps underneath his thick hair which indicated alien genes, maybe Twi’lek. Would have explained why he was fighting here, anyways. Kylar had always had a difficult time with names, and he couldn’t recall the man’s name for the life of him. He did remember the man introducing himself by name, but damned if the name didn’t just evade his grasp.

“No need to call me sir,” Dammit…” Officer. I’m just a Padawan.”

“Well, we’re always happy to have a Jedi with us on our runs. Not like the Sith to send any of their force-sensitives to interrupt a supply chain, after all. This way, we kinda have an edge off of them with just their regular troopers. There was this time, me and my boys were off near the Utapau system when we…”

He didn’t mean to stop paying attention. He rarely did. Battle stories of yore were of little interest to him, but he usually did a better job at paying attention than he was now. There was always some diamonds of wisdom to be gleaned by learning about battles from a soldier’s perspective, after all.

No, the reason was a bit more… interesting. There was a chill that came with using the Force, for him anyways. It wasn’t awareness, it was a warning about impending violence that was about to befall them. The world chilled, his whole body suddenly went alive with senses, his heart started beating faster, adrenaline rushing through his body in the chilling moment of peaceful serenity before it crashed on them all like a storm.

No time to explain, he mused, his lightsaber springing to his hand, bidden by a small flick of the wrist and the blue blade came to life with a shuddering gasp of burning oxygen and the smell of ozone. To the scout’s credit, he took the warning of imminent danger rather well, his hand immediately picking up the rifle that was hanging loosely at his side. Kylar took a low guard as the world around him slowed, cries of surprise from both his men and the men on the other side as blasters flared, lighting the dimly lit underground quickly. The first few volleys were of surprise and it wasn’t one that they didn’t even come close enough to Kylar for him to return them to sender. The next came along just in time for him to slip in front of his troops, acting as a shield of sorts in the closer quarters. These men had fought with Jedi before. The scout anyways. The non-military personnel had the good sense to scramble for cover and stay there.

Quick, efficient motions, making sure to avoid the elegant and flashy swipes and slashes that Ataru practitioners liked to use, even when they were defending against blasters. His senses told him that the five scouts that remained were already calling back the other seven from wherever they were along the way and the APC lit up as the machine-guns started firing. It wasn’t even a fair fight. Until...

Another lightsaber lit up. Whoever was wielding it was crazy enough to not reveal him or herself until the last moment, dodging the blaster fire until she was close enough to strike. Definitely a she. A Zabrak too. He first movements immediately recalled the holos that he had seen of Sith practicing the volatile and ruthless Form VII, Joyu. His master had always mocked them, saying that one had to be ruthless and insane, in equal measures, to master the form. As far as Kylar could read, Alai was right.

Why did Alai always have to be right?

The red flickered neatly and quickly for his chest. He arched his back, raising his blade up and over his head to parry the strike in a high stance and, using the way that his body was taut like a bowstring, whiplash for a counterstrike. But the Sith was not interested in maintaining a duel with him, slipping past his guard and promptly beheading the scout directly behind him. Kylar spun to give pursuit, but only after she had taken both arms off of a second scout. He swung as powerfully as he could and missed, forcing her away from the rest of his team, who decided to leave fighting Sith to the Jedi. They didn’t know that this was the first Sith that he had ever faced in single combat. A couple others had been met, but always with his Master’s calming presence nearby. Damn, the Twi’lek’s lightsaber humming managed to be a peaceful sound.

The Zabrak jumped back and whiplashed forward, a flurry of strikes sending Kylar back-pedaling, parrying and defending with no time for attack as he tried to guide her away from his men, who were quickly finishing off what remained of the Sith troops. Thankfully, she now seemed to be fully focused on him.

Power and aggressiveness gave way to efficiency and footwork as Kylar found himself falling back on those years when Alai had tried to get him to learn Form III...

Shit! He ducked quickly and had to power his legs with the force to jump back into a wall as her lightsaber ignited on the other end and spun, barely missing taking his entire face off. His eyebrows were singed, for crying out loud. Focus, Kylar, focus!

He felt his body pulsing from his close brush with death, and he felt… alive. He recalled his master telling him about how man could become addicted to violence, and for the first time, alone and on his own against a very worthy opponent, he could see why. It was exhilarating. What would better though, would be surviving. Yes, that would be good.

She was fast, the Zabrak, and reckless. She closed too fast, sensing victory as she slashed and hammered away at the Jedi with his back to a wall. She had forgotten, in the heat of the moment, that she was much smaller and physically weaker than her human enemy. And Kylar knew how to remedy that. He ducked under a slashing blade and powered forward, propelling himself off the wall, his blade coming in a low thrust. She deflected it but not in time to stop the larger Jedi from crashing into her, his head butting hard against hers.

In the heat of the moment, Kylar forgot just how hard Zabrak heads were. Lessons were learned. He brushed the pain aside with the power of adrenaline and pressed forward, his Djem So now coming to the fore. He moved forward, each step powering a block and a counter-attack, hammering down with hard precision and strength, forcing the Sith back, step by step. She tried to keep on attacking, as a Joyu practitioner’s training never really focused on defense, but found herself before forced back as he countered each attack with a smoothly executed attack of his own. Kylar was more focused than he had ever been. On some level, he registered that the blasterfire had stopped and that his men had won, barely, but his mind was on the task at hand. Every move that he had spent under the tutelage of some instructor or another, came to him as easily as breathing.

Patience was the game, and the Zabrak was losing desperately. She attacked and attacked, rebuffed each time and sent scrambling back to avoid being crushed under powerful blows coming from above. Desperate enough, finally to overstep herself. She feinted with the right side of her blade, spun and tried a sweep to catch Kylar off guard. Kylar caught her blade on his own and slipped past her defense, hammering his elbow into her cheek.

It connected, hard. She stumbled back, almost losing her footing as she stumbled to her knees. Kylar felt the pulse of impending victory and closed in for the kill, feeling the force rush through his hands, almost solidifying with his blade to hammer down against her weakly upraised saberstaff. It came down with a crack not unlike that of thunder that was a bit too close for comfort.

Everything happened so quickly in that single second. She crumpled underneath the force-powered blow, slamming to the floor, almost unconscious, her saberstaff clattering to the ground several feet away from her limp hands. She wasn’t dead, as he could hear her heart still beating with some help from the force, but disarmed and vanquished. And then it hit him

“Oh…. Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” Kylar hissed as the full pain of his shoulder hit him like 6.5 Gs. He could hear his skin and muscles sizzling, cooked well done under the heat of the now off red lightsaber blade. It was… stunning how much it hurt. After the profanity he felt like it was just as much as he could managed to breath as the scorched part of his body sent wave after wave of agony through his entire body. He fell to his knees, closing his eyes. The fight came back to him. Just as his attack came down, she twisted a bit on the knee that was down, deflecting his blade to the side just a bit and tried to spin around to take his head and/or arm off. That’s what it looked like, anyway. As the concussive force blast hit her just in time to deflect her blade away from his neck, but not his shoulder. Not entirely anyways. It took a moment for his mind to register the pain because the nerve endings had been seared. Only a few moments after did his body finally decide that there was something oh-so-terribly wrong.

“Ho… ouch…” Kylar finally managed. His whole body was throbbing with the pain, but he started to cope with it, letting the pain wash over him, taking the waves with each breath… it was difficult, when breathing felt like it was stretching what meat that was left of his shoulder very thinly. Breathe… just let it go. Mind techniques taught by the jedi to handle pain without the customary lashing out in anger. Anger led to hate, after all, and that just would not do.

Keeping the anger in check was going to be difficult, he realized as he gritted his teeth. He hated the force rush now, telling him that everything was not well, and that he was in danger again. Might as well kill him, he mused, but his body and well-honed reflexes had something else to say. His lightsaber, which had turned off, came on again, clutched in a tight fist of his right hand. Conscious thought caught up with his force-honed reflexes, realizing that Zabrak had come to and was calling for her lightsaber, which was now flying towards her outstretched hand. She still looked dazed, almost sleepy. It was entirely possible that she wouldn’t even be able to catch the blade.

His whole body screeched with pain as it twisted to adjust for the fact that he couldn’t use his left hand just now and he slipped on some loose rocks. He lost sight of what his hand was doing as he fought to regain his balance, but he felt it connect with something, go through it, and come out again with a gasp of burning oxygen. He caught his balance just in time to avoid stumbling to the ground, and he looked at what he had done.

She was down now. No heartbeat, not even a putter of her chest moving up and down. She wasn’t unconscious, dazed or surrendering, in the way that he had always imagined his first solo encounter with a Sith would be like. She was missing a portion of her face, starting just under her eyes. Scorched black, the blue lightsaber blade had cut right through those tough bones of hers and right into the front half of her brain. It was a quick death. Some comfort.

She was a Sith. The Enemy. He… was supposed to fight them, but this felt wrong. It wasn’t supposed to end this way. He took a step forward, letting his fingers confirm what he already knew in that piece of his chest that felt empty and hollow. They touched her neck, still warm, but no comforting thob of a living pulse.

“No,” He breathed, the fiery agony that was his shoulder forgotten for the moment as he vainly tried to shake her awake. He could hear a few scouts stepping closer, as he imagined that they thought that, since the blades were no longer clashing or even lit, that it was safe to approach. One of them came closer.

“Holy fuck on Tatooine,” One of them said, peeling open his first aid it and applying what felt like equal parts dry ice and sandpaper to his shoulder,” You need to get to a kolto tank, and fast.”

“I didn’t mean to kill her,” He said, thankfully feeling the topical anesthetics beginning to work their magic,” I slipped. It was an accident, I didn’t mean to…”

“Who the fuck cares?” Said the scout that he had spoke to before the skirmish, seemingly none the worse for wear,” She’s a Sith. Better dead than alive, and an accident doesn’t make her any more or less dead than if you meant it.”

Yes, Kylar thought, picking up her lightsaber with numb fingers. Who cares?

Or more importantly, why the fuck do I care?