Lroné Eronoss

38

Female

Human

Perhaps with another line of work, Lrone Eronoss would’ve been a picturesque spacer or colonist but unfortunately that is not how her life aligned. The mahogany-haired marksman’s body is littered with laser scarring, vibroblade gashes, and other noticeable scars that are the result of a war-driven life in addition to being a smug sarcastic asshole at the wrong time. Surprisingly, Lrone’s face is generally unfazed with only minor knicks being apparent to the naked eye. Beyond this, she isn’t particularly tall or short (5’7”) and has a somewhat muscular and toned build due to her particular line of work and storied past.

Blunt
Cocksure
Decisive
Intrepid
Resourceful
Sarcastic
Sardonic
Tenacious
Vexing

Marksman: Lrone has been shooting people since she was sixteen years old — and most often against more experienced and deadly opponents. Her experiences in the Mandalorian Wars led her to becoming a quick and dangerous shot or face the early consequence of sweet sweet death. At thirty-eight, she is one of the most skilled snipers that survived the conflicts. These skills are not unique to blaster rifles and carbines, but also pistols.

Saboteur: Lrone is a skilled saboteur, grenadier, and demolitionist. This is clear in her adept knowledge and familiarity with various charges used in explosives throughout the galaxy. She is comfortable whether a detonator utilizes ion, plasma, thorium, baradium, or other more esoteric and experimental options as its core.

Field Medic: Whilst hardly on the level of the Republic’s finest doctors and field surgeons, Lrone knows what stims do what and how to apply a treat injury kit with little mistake. If there is one thing she has learned is that if you don’t know how to counteract a Mandalorian toxic dart on the fly you’re pretty much dead.

Stealth: Rule number one of being a sniper — if they can’t find you, they can’t kill you. Lrone fought in several battles and on one occasion even outwitted a Mandalorian searching party on Dxun. She knows how to be quiet and make her shots efficiently and discreetly.

▷ Aratech Sniper Rifle
▷ SFOR Republic Carbine
▷ Czerka T-3 Blaster Pistol
▷ Grenade & Utility Belt
▷ Vibroknife

Born to an interstellar businessman by the name of Miles Eronoss in 3391 BBY, Lroné was born & raised far from the core planets and instead upon one of the vast colonial frontiers. Lroné’s father was an aggressive businessman who founded The Eronoss Company after liquidizing her properties as he believed that the only way to get in edgewise on major companies was to “put all of your cards on the table”. Laughed at by her former partners, Miles Eronoss found herself desperate to make an impact on the galactic market that was colonial frontiers. As such Lroné was born into a cosmic environment that was as underdeveloped as it was underpopulated. Growing up under the shadow of her father’s obsession to succeed in the galactic market was stressful as Lroné found duties were being demanded of her straining the relationship with her parents even more.

A young Lroné would spend time at her uncle’s home on the colony — a general agriculture procurement, Alen Eronoss, lived much simpler with the only threat being the rare fauna that would get out of hand. Enjoying her uncle’s stories of Alderaan was entrancing for Lroné and he would begin to almost live at the farm during these years. During ther time her uncle would teach her how to fire a rifle and to impress her relative he would adamantly strive to be better; for every day he stayed at the farm he shot targets and mended the farm to help her uncle. However, Alen Eronoss grew sick and passed on from age-related struggles by the time Lroné was ten.

A year later, EroCo had expanded their operations into a local habitat of violent and fast creatures which resulted in an entire team of laborers to lose their lives due to EroCo’s carelessness. The family members of these laborers began to riot while other residents threatened to leave if EroCo didn’t get its operations in check. Ther threat against her livelihood caused Miles Eronoss to “protect her investment” and hired Mandalorian mercenaries as “quality control”. There would begin the “dark times” of the colony as the mercenaries hired received benefits plus their rate of service and eventually the group began testing how much they were allowed to do without consequences. But Lroné’s father only cared about the critical and financial success of her investments and took no shame into admitting it.

Eventually, Lroné’s mother snapped. Lroné never saw the colony again as he was taken away from its madness to find herself on another planetary hell: Nar Shaddaa. Lroné would fall in with a bunch of other human youths who found themselves on Nar Shaddaa in poverty and among racism and thus a sort of gang was created amongst them. It wasn’t long thereafter that Lroné and her friends got caught up into something stupid; an alien named Ardot Fek. Running with Ardot Fek, a self-proclaimed “supplier” of goods led Lroné into a life of organized crime. Fek saw cheap manpower in the youths as well as a useful utility in their knack to steal things. At first they weren’t asked to do much outside of pocket a few things or spot competitors (and law enforcement), but eventually as they became more useful (and older) they ended up “graduating” to carrying firearms as Fek’s under-priced guards. Lroné found herself killing for the first time no more than a month after he was given a firearm. He was shaken by the experience, but Fek talked her down from her repulsion and convinced her it was only adrenaline that he felt and not any false moral consequences. Soon enough, Lroné was making enough credits on the side to help keep herself and her mother afloat despite Fek underpaying her and the other youths.

By the time the first shots of the Mandalorian Wars were fired, Lroné had become an adept errand girl and enforcer for Fek; a comfortable agreement that lasted until Fek was shot dead by a bounty hunter named Calo Nord. Ther circumstance would lead Lroné back into unemployment for a time, though despite ther circumstance Lroné refused to give up and started taking up jobs from whoever was hiring and being an overeager young man had its benefits to certain facets of Nar Shaddaa — especially to organizations like The Exchange. But working for The Exchange and independent criminals on Nar Shaddaa wasn’t enough for her. It took little time for Lroné to find herself integreated into a network of non-mandalorian mercenaries; a brotherhood that worked closely with everyone from Hutt gangsters to Republic senators, and given the outcry for help on outer rim worlds suffering at the claws of the Mandalorian invaders there was no shortage of supply and demand. In no time at all she would find herself and her fellow brotherhood members on the planet of Cathar and the rest was history.

But the Mandalorian Wars were not to be the last war that Lroné would find herself in.

Following the Mandalorian Wars, the galaxy only continued to unfold and for reasons unknown the jedi who defied the orders of their council rebranded themselves as a new wave of Sith insurrectionists and sprung on The Jedi Civil War. Being a hired gun of sorts, Lroné thrived during the civil war as much as she did during the preceding Mandalorian Wars, oft times working rather liberally as she continued to build a clientele that by this point included various benefactors including Republic senators with political aspirations, criminal cartels with a stake in the conflicts, and independent contractors who simply wanted to defend their property whilst the bulk of the military away. If people had a problem dealing with Mandalorians, Lroné provided an alternate financial opportunity. It was during this civil war that Lroné found herself at the business end of a lightsaber on many occasions and sometimes it became hard to tell the difference between the Jedi and the Sith in these engagements. A wariness around force users began to grow as the Mindemir-born woman lived through instances where it was a “live or die” scenario – it was fortunate that the Mandalorian Wars had trained her instincts.

With two wars behind her, Lroné in time returned to her old habits and later travelled back to Nar Shaddaa. But as with many people, the past has a bad way of catching up with you. Particularly a debt she owed to The Exchange.

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Del Quin’jorra

29

Male

Human

If you think of a smuggler, Del’s your man. Wearing a thick coat, varying degrees of scruff and a perpetual scowl on his face, Del Quin’jorra is not the first face you want to see at your local cantina. Standing at a reasonable height of 6’0, Del just seems…average for a human. It’s his lack of remarkability that’s been his driving force as a smuggler. He doesn’t wear any crazy hats, no fancy outfits and he doesn’t carry any big guns on his person. He looks like any other spacer; which really helps a man get through customs to a buyer. He keeps the ugly laser scar on his right side covered up pretty well, especially since the cold makes it ache.

Del’s not a very loud man, he’s not a fan of drawing attention to himself after all. He keeps most of his quirks hidden away until there’s a modicum of trust between him and others; and that’s something that’s not easily given. He’s not one for big speeches or feats of heroism; he’s the man worrying about the credits and the safety of his own hide. It’s not that he’s a coward; it’s just that he’s a fan of living longer than a few weeks, and in holes like Nar Shadaa being a hero is the quickest way to get blasted in the back. He does have his kind streak, however. He’s a sucker for the schemes of kids on the streets, and he doesn’t feel any sheer anger at getting ripped off. After all, he was like that at one time. He’s just paying it forward.

Del’s consistently suspicious of anyone that seeks him out, and he’s always ready to walk away from a deal the more hinky things start to sound. He’s not really a fan of any major faction, though if he trusts someone enough to earn his loyalty, he’ll do his part to back them up; as long as they’re not surrounded by a bunch of armed thugs ready to fire. Sorry friend, that’s just bad luck.

Pilot: Del’s used to being the captain of his own vessel; The Quillwing, and has a history of piloting small and medium sized vessels since he was in his youth. He’s no magical ace pilot, but he’s capable of maneuvering through tough situations while sustaining non-life-threatening damage. Too bad the thugs of Frizo the Hutt took his ship shortly after he arrived on Nar Shadaa…
Quickdraw: While he’s not the most accurate shot in the galaxy, Del has survived on more than his wits throughout the years. He’s skilled enough to hit a target at close range, but usually if things come down to combat; Del’s already thrown a table down and is busy making his way towards the exit instead of standing his ground against a bunch of armed thugs.

Dirty Fighter: When it comes down to it, Del’s willing to do anything to win, even if it means striking an opponent in the gonads or shooting them in the back when they’re blinded by a flash. Again, it’s not really being a bad person; it’s just bad luck on their part.

Knife skills: Del’s handy with a vibroknife, and keeps one on his belt at most times. He’s also fairly skilled at bloody fingers, and has beaten hundreds of opponents at the game; for a hefty sum of credits over the years. But it’s more than a parlor trick; Del’s good at fighting and throwing the blasted thing.

▷Tystel Mark III Blaster Pistol
▷Flash grenade belt
▷Vibroknife
▷Old image of himself and a group of pilots in military garb

Born in the core worlds of the republic, Del’s early life was relatively uneventful. His mother was a cargo pilot and his father was a mechanic and Del was raised between both worlds. He never had his father’s skills, but his mother’s piloting ability was something he picked up well. When he finished school, he joined up with the Republic military, serving on the cruiser Pioneer during the final years of the Mandolorian Wars. Acting as a fighter pilot, he sustained severe damage near Jaga’s Cluster, and watched as most of his squadron and the Pioneer were destroyed. After the wars, he left military service and went into work for his own, as a cargo pilot and sometime smuggler.

These were the rough years, as he found himself constantly in debt and being chased by debt collectors, angry Cartel bosses and the occasional low-rent bounty hunter. It’s also where he eventually came into part time employ of Frizo the Hut, a minor crime boss in the Hutt Cartel. Del found himself smuggling spice, weapons and the occasional live cargo across the galaxy, each time with more dangerous odds. His final job for Frizo pushed him to the limit, however, as he was tasked with delivering a family of slaves off Nar Shadaa and to a spice mine. While Del is an opportunist and occasional scumbag, the line does get drawn when it comes to live cargo.

Needless to say, the fresh shipment of new “miners” to the mines never reached their manifest; and that’s where the trouble with Frizo really heated up. Even a minor Hutt can call favors, and Del found himself skulking around the mid-rims, exiled from the outer rims for a time. It was during these years he met Mokra Tem, a Kal Dorian who became his copilot on the Quillwing. With infrequent jobs, the two made their way around the galaxy until finally, a call from Nar Shadaa came from some agents of Frizo; offering peace in exchange for one more job; this time no human cargo. Just a simple arms delivery.

It was an obvious trap, but Del’s options were wearing thin. So he bit the bullet, arrived, and within a few hours, saw the Quillwing taken off. Now the debt was paid off. And Del found himself an unwilling prisoner of Nar Shadaa, waiting for when Frizo tired of his little game and sent someone to finally end Del, or to come to Del with a seriously bad job.

And then there was this Zabrak…

Hamlin Teth

32

Male

Human

By virtue of his position, Hamlin was lucky enough to avoid the common vibro or blaster scarring which many veterans shared, rarely leaving the cockpit of a starfighter during his time in the war. Hamlin has short, relatively unkempt dark brown hair which is usually left tousled by a helmet of one kind or another, along with a faint tan-line around his eyes from goggles worn during maintenance. He has dark blue eyes, and a relatively average athletic build, standing at 5'11". His face is grizzled with thin stubble and a sharp jawline.

Sarcastic
Comedic
Good-natured
Relentless
Unserious
Stubborn
Idealistic

Ace Pilot: With training and experience at his back, Hamlin has become adept at piloting most ships, a necessity for those often confined to the smaller, unshielded fighters of the Republic.

Quick Thinker: Hamlin has grown used to making split-second decisions, able to go over variables in his head quickly and come to a rational conclusion when time is of the essence.

Mechanics: Hamlin has always advocated that to truly be a good pilot, someone needs to know their ship in and out. Hamlin has been heavily involved in mechanics, both on starships and astromech droids, picking up more and more skills in repair and modification over his time in the war.

Lucky: While half of the reason that Hamlin has survived this long is testament to his skills and particularly his capability as a pilot, the other half is certainly pure luck. Whether he's talking his way out of a situation, firing a blaster blindly or making a risky manuever, so far, chance has been on his side.

▷ TM-59 Blaster Pistol
▷ Vibrosword
▷ Armoured Flight Suit
▷ Repair Kit

Raised by farmers on the agricultural world of Dantooine, Hamlin spent much of his young life far from the bustling heart of the Republic and the troubles of politics and war, at most having to deal with the occasional Kath Hound pack or mercenaries. Living on a farm near to the Jedi Enclave, Hamlin spent a great deal of his young life at the enclave when his father would travel there to sell his wares or trade food to the Jedi, he was even given a degree of tutelage and schooling under a Jedi Knight by the name of Korvan Toldreyn (who mostly took on the task as an exercise in patience for himself).

These early years on Dantooine were among the first steps which pushed Hamlin to become a more compassionate and idealistic man as he grew. In a way, Hamlin grew to idolize the Jedi, finding their noble intentions and innate goodness compelling. Hamlin's parents were more than happy to have their son wandering the Enclave and interacting with the students and teachers there, knowing it to be one of the safest places on the planet at the time. It was in many of his visits as a young teenager that Hamlin began to come across occasional Republic visitors from the government and military, soon developing a great deal of patriotism along with his nurtured desire to do good.

For some years as a young adult, Hamlin took flying lessons under one of the frequent Republic visitors to Dantooine, a pilot named Ben Thano. Ben tutored Hamlin in the basics of piloting and continued to push the young adult until he was more than competent as a freighter and small-ship pilot. Along with encouragement from Ben, Hamlin eventually informed his parents that he would be leaving home to join the Republic Navy. Taken off-world by Thano, Hamlin was brought to Kuat to undergo his official training, graduating at the top of his class, less than a month before the beginning of the Mandalorian Wars.

In the earlier period of the war, Hamlin grew progressively more disenfranchised with the Jedi as they refused to involve themselves. Being involved in numerous defeats only soured Hamlin's perspective of the Jedi more, until the Revanchists intervened in the war. Serving under one of the many Jedi who flocked to Revan and Malak's cause, Hamlin became more and more skilled, rising through the ranks as he was involved in numerous battles, including the major Battle of Duro. By the time of the Battle of Malachor V, Hamlin had risen to the position of a squadron leader, leading attack sorties against Mandalorian capital ships and starfighter squadrons. However, Hamlin was the only one of his squadron to survive the battle, the rest of his squadron being destroyed either by Mandalorians or the Mass Shadow Generator which ended the war.

Hamlin was somewhat lost by the end of the Mandalorian Wars, disenfranchised with both the Jedi Order for refusing to become involved in the war, and now with the Revanchists for unleashing such devastation at Mandalore. Discharging from the Navy, Hamlin took the time to wander the galaxy, exploring the Republic freely as he had been unable to do so in his youth, more or less seeking a purpose. Unfortunately, until the Jedi Civil War, Hamlin spent much of his time in cantinas, drunk and self-loathing, until Revan returned along with his Sith Empire, and Hamlin begrudgingly chose to re-enlist.

Fighting against Revan and Malak, now the heads of the Sith Empire, brought a degree of satisfaction to Hamlin, seeming to put to rest a great deal of his struggles and regrets surrounding the Mandalorian Wars. However, he still often found himself conflicted when it came to Revan and particularly the Jedi overall, unable to understand the organization he had once believed to know in and out. By the end of the war, when Hamlin returned to Dantooine, he found himself without a home - his families farm, along with his parents, destroyed and killed during Malak's bombardment toward the end of the war.

For a time, Hamlin wandered the ruins of the Jedi Enclave, unsure what to do with himself. Eventually, after spending some time scavenging to work up sufficient credits, Hamlin found himself with little choice but to travel to Nar Shaddaa, ending up trapped as many others were in the refugee camps set up across the moon. Approached by the exchange in regards to the Jedi, Hamlin saw little choice but to take the organization up on the offer, still heavily conflicted as to his feelings on the now almost-dead order.

Mokra Tem

30

Male

Kel Dorian

Mo, as he is known by his closest associates has a dark peach complexion and black eyes with silver irises. Mokra's nose falls short of becoming a beak with a gaping hole that descends into his mouth, a toothless chasm with drooping fleshy strands. In place of teeth, Mokra has an upper and lower hard palate. Framing his head are extrasensory organs, which terminate in small black tusks next to his chin. As a Kel Dorian, Mokra wears an antiox breath mask and protective goggles. He cannot breathe oxygen, carbon dioxide or nitrogen, which are all fatal to him. He must breathe Helium and a gas unique to Dorin, his home planet. The mask also amplifies his voice when out of Dorin atmosphere. Due to the extrasensory organs in his head, Mokra has heightened reflexes. As a racial trait, Mokra is considered quick and wise, but of a weaker constitution. Mokra can communicate with other Kel Dorians by using his mind in a form of telepathy.

Mo wears molded body armor of a grayish blue hue with gray shoulder spaulders and ornate light gray gauntlets with fingerless black gloves, attached. He wears dark gray canvas britches with high black leather boots. Around his waist, is a black pistol belt and holster for his sidearm. The holster is hung low on his left hip to accommodate his dominant left hand. He has a coarse brown hooded cloak he occasionally wears. It is not always present, left on his hammock or in a closet; packed, but available when needed.

Mokra Tem is a polite, respectful and positive Kel Dorian. He genuinely cares for others and works well in a team atmosphere. He may become enraged when he perceives harm done to others especially those who are closest to him, but he is generally calm, and cool. He works well with positive encouragement and fumbles when he feels he is overly criticized. The probability he will get something wrong increases when he makes mistakes. He is overly critical of his own actions; detrimentally affected more so than when others criticize him. Although, the words of others do have an effect on his behavior, he is actually quite confident. But even the most confident of people have doubts. Encouragement promotes good deeds.

Mo has an adventurous spirit, willing to take risks to overcome an obstacle or secure an objective. He can act impulsively if his confidence is up and he truly believes he is physically capable and mentally prepared to burst into action. His adventurous spirit has gotten him and accomplices into trouble from time to time, but his victories outweigh his failures.

His Kel Dorian warrior spirit, tactically evaluates each scenario he encounters. He is constantly thinking of how he would attack or defend any structure. In the vastness of space, he imagines the potential outcomes of various scenarios based on all available information. He is constantly aware of his surroundings, ready to react if needed.

Mo is motivated by desire, both for his team and for his personal needs. If he is committed to a group, he is all in and prepared to help the group in any way possible. In his mind, if the group succeeds, Mokra Tem succeeds. He is not greedy, requiring excess, just enough to improve or be slightly comfortable.

Computers: Mokra understands several programming languages and coding. He can hack into servers protected by encryption codes. He has formal training in a school of computers on Dorin.

Martial Arts: Mokra is proficient in the use of the Dorin unarmed combat style as well as the use of bladed weapons in personal combat. His martial training has allowed him to use techniques to compensate for what may be perceived as a diminished strength.

Force Cloak: Mo has an innate ability to use Force Cloak, but does not fully understand how to use it. With training from a Jedi, he might be able to put this ability to good use. For now, it is a nuisance that comes and goes, but is never available when he needs it. This annoying trait may pop on when he is frightened, enraged or emotionally off balance.

Telepathy: This is a racial trait to communicate with other Kel Dorians. He once spoke unintentionally to a human friend telepathically. This ability is another that could be refined with time and training with the help of an experienced Jedi Master.

Pilot: Mokra can fly most medium and smaller space travelling vessels, but prefers smaller more agile craft to large cumbersome vessels.

Blaster use: He has some experience with the use of a blaster. He can hit the broad side of a barn at a hundred paces, but has never fired one in anger nor has one been discharged in his general direction.

Heightened reflexes: As a racial trait, Mokra is considered quick and wise, but of a weaker constitution. He may appear muscular, but is slightly weaker than a comparable human counterpart.

Mokra Tem does wear armor, tailor fitted to him and paid for by his family. His father Jun Tem also gave his son a DL-18 Blaster Pistol as well as four replacement power packs. The boy acquired a curved finely folded steel sword with wood/leather scabbard while training in his teen years. The distinctive curved, slender, single-edged blade is 26" in length with a circular or squared guard and long grip to accommodate two hands. A few pouches are fastened along his gun belt to hold the power packs and other trinkets he has picked up along the way. His coarse brown hooded cloak he wears on planets with cold climates.

3983 BBY - Born on Dorin during a time of peace, Mokra's parents welcomed the young Force Sensitive infant into their lives. They knew as a toddler, he was strong with the force and could join the Baran Do Masters at the Kel Dor Enclave shortly after his fifth birthday as a Youngling student. His parents anticipated they would lose their son to the Jedi Order, regardless of the past conflicts. The order was maintained in secret in order to protect them from those who would do them harm.

Mokra Tem never made it to the surviving Baran Do Masters. Soon after he turned five years old, his parents died in an off-world accident. Mokra Tem was by their side to witness their tragic demise. He was taken in by an elderly couple and raised as their son with no intention of ever turning the youngling over to the Jedi Masters of the Kel Dor Enclave. Jun and Ro Tem named their adopted son Mokra, meaning "gift from the heavens" and raised them as a Tem. He slowly lost all memory of his biological parents while adapting to his new living conditions.

The Tems cared for their new son as their own, cherishing their time with him. They taught him how to survive in a dangerous universe. He was instructed in the ways of the martial art form of the Dorin people. He even studied the use of bladed weapons as well as how to use a blaster. He found the blaster amusing, but preferred training and fighting with fists or with a blade than with the crudeness of a blaster.

When Mokra Tem was seven years old he knocked over a vase in his parent's house. It was a cherished artifact of some sentimental value. His mother, Ro Tem heard the vase break and yelled Mokra's name. Out of fear for being caught doing something wrong, Mokra wished himself invisible. The panic of the desperate moment coupled with a desire to be invisible, and his back to a wall, he successfully photo-kinetically bent light and sound waves around him, making himself invisible to his mother. She stood over him looking left and right; everywhere but at him. Mokra did not realize at first, she could not see him. He was simply frightened, saying nothing for several seconds. As Ro Tem gave up looking for him, Mokra revealed himself to her. The boy did not know she could not see him. He relaxed and his cloak disappeared. She then learned he was standing in front of her the whole time. Both parent and child were shocked. They stood, staring at one another for at least a full minute.

"How did you do that, Mokra!?" Ro exclaimed as she dropped to one knee grabbing him by both shoulders.

The boy shook his head in anxious fear. He sobbed and shuddered, "I do not know, mother." He was frightened by both what happened to him and the unknown punishment his mother would certainly dole out.

Ro Tem noted the boy’s frightened state and honesty about not knowing what happened. Forgetting about the broken vase, she pulled Mokra close and gave him a warm loving embrace. She reassured her young son, that his well-being was more important than her husband's vase.

It is a racial trait of the Kel Dorians to communicate telepathically. Often, communication in the Tem household was silent. Mokra grew up accustomed to the silent communication of the Kel Dorian people in his own home. Often when out in public, they would use voice communications. Mokra is quite comfortable and accustomed to telepathy amongst his own kind.

Once when he was 19 years of age, he was with a human friend on the planet, Coruscant. The pair of young men were imbibing alcohol at a local establishment and got into a fight with a pair of seedy Balosars. The local constabulary pursued Mokra and his friend across several city blocks. During a high stress moment, Mokra shouted to his friend telepathically. The human did not realize it was telepathic communication, but responded appropriately to Mokra's instruction. It wasn't until after they lost their pursuers they realized what happened. Mokra has not been able to repeat this ability since that rare moment. He has never forgotten that event.

As a young man, Mokra Tem learned everything there is to know about computers. He studied them daily and became quite proficient in several programming languages as well as how to bypass encryption codes and hack into secure servers. This skill has served him quite well in his adult life. He received formal training in computers as a teenager in school on the planet, Dorin.

After Mokra became an adult, he pursued a career as a pilot. He traveled to Coruscant to learn to fly. He trained on several different craft. He was eventually certified in most light and medium sized freighters as well as lighter single-seat aircraft. Although, he prefers to work with the smaller more agile vessel, he plies his skills as a pilot aboard freighters as a means to earn a living.

For the past decade, Mokra Tem has been travelling the known universe working for ship captains serving either as pilot, navigator or deck hand aboard various ships. Three years ago, he made friends with a man named Del Quin’jorra, who captained a small freighter named Quillwing. The two found themselves on the shit end of the Hutt Cartel more often than Mo would like to admit. They smuggled spice, weapons and even people across the known universe. At first everything seemed fine, but the more they worked for Frizo the Hutt, the more things seemed to be slipping out of their control. It seemed as the Hutts, well at tleast Frizo was attempting to set up Del and Mo to be their property. Frizo would often refer to the Quillwing as his ship, implying he owned it and its crew. When Mo and Del lost a shipment of slaves heading to a spice mine, Frizo got upset, eventually banishing the pair to the inner rim. Work was slim and the they found it difficult to make ends meet.

Finally, a call came in for them to run some weapons out of Nar Shaddaa. Mo and Del both agreed this was exactly what they needed to get their operation back up and running. They were more than eager to head to one of the largest crime capitals of the Galaxy, Nar Shaddaa. Once they arrived, their worst fears were imagined. Frizo the Hutt took ownership of their ship, leaving the pair stranded on the Smuggler’s Moon.

When Mokra believed all was lost. He was stuck on this hell hole with his friend, Del and no way to leave. He was desperate and felt compelled to take whatever deal, the Zabrak, Mol was planning to offer them.

Cas Eelen – Having been on Nar Shadaa for only a brief time, Mokra Tem does not know the Nautolan Doctor known as Cas Eelen. He is neither aware of the reputation the former Republic doctor has established for himself with the Refugee crowd on the moon. As a positively inclined spirit, Mo views pessimism as a waste of time. Its references need not be uttered.

Lroné Eronoss – Mo has not yet met Lroné. Based on her personality profile, Mo will take to her quite well. He would find her sarcasm humorous, leaving him doubled over in laughter frequently. He also appreciates her boldness to do what needs to be done regardless of what it can do to the group or others, as long as it is done intending to help the group.

Del Quin’jorra – Del is one of Mo’s best friends. They have been working together for the past three years aboard the Quillwing. Mo is something of an adventure junky and Del’s practices have placed the pair in compromising situations on a number of occasions. Instead of backing down and blaming Del for any trouble they may have gotten into, Mokra Tem thrives on the excitement. The adrenaline or endorphins secreted into the bloodstream act like a drug to the Kel Dorian pilot. It is during these tense, high stress moments, that Mo feels very alive. His senses are hyper aware of everything around him and he seems to know just what to do. Del Quin’jorra brings out the best in Mokra Tem. They frequently argue about who is the better pilot. Mo has absolutely no combat experience, which renders a slight advantage to his human counterpart.

Hamlin Teth – “No, no, no, baby. I don’t fix ‘em, I only drive ‘em,” – Mokra Tem, regarding making repairs on the freighter. Having never learned much about fixing engines on a small to medium space traveling vessel, Mo has respect for anyone who does. He appreciates Hamlin’s sense of humor, looks forward to meet him. Yes, they have not met yet, but soon they will.

Seeker Dasaen – This is someone Mokra Tem is very much interested in meeting. He sees skills in Dasaen, similar to a few unexpected behaviors he has exhibited in his past. He understands it is related to the force, but he does not quite understand them. He hopes Dasaen can help Mo learn about the force through him. He is also aware that the apparent visual blindness of the Miraluka is not exactly a deficiency. Their connections to the force permit them to see objects and movements in a more cerebral manner. The ultimate desire for Mokra Tem is to spar with Seeker Dasean. He hopes to learn as much as he can from the Miralukan Monk.

Faryn Nonome - Faryn frightens Mo Tem. Mokra is very much in control of his faculties at the moment and would like to keep it that way. When Faryn is around, he becomes nervous and loses focus. Physically, he has sweaty palms and acquires a stutter. Frankly, Mokra Tem finds Ms Nonome extremely attractive. He fantasizes about her and she wrecks his confidence. She might be able to rattle him further by speaking to him using Telepathy. After all, this is how he communicated with his family when he was much younger.

Cas Eelen

37

Male

Nautolan

A lime-green humanoid of the Nautolan species, Cas stands at roughly six foot, more or less the average for his kind. His eyes, despite being large and pitch black, have a certain warmth to them when his gaze is met. Indeed, he carries something of a friendly demeanour, with the corner of his mouth usually curled upwards ever-so-slightly creating the impression of a welcoming individual.

His most eye-catching feature is undoubtedly the head-tails that fall to roughly below his shoulder. Usually most of these head-tails are kept neatly behind his back, with one or two draped down his torso. These play a crucial role in Nautolan biology, allowing for members of the species to sense the emotional state of another being through pheromone changes and this ability has become a central part of the communication process in Nautolan culture. The tendrils are most effective underwater, but have adapted for use on land nonetheless.

While not particularly brawny, Cas has a well-toned figure and keeps in good shape. Across his body are several circular markings of a slightly darker green, with each Nautolan having a unique pattern across their body. Usually, Cas can be found wearing tight, practical and utilitarian clothing that, while may not be much of a fashion statement, promises not to prove a nuisance in the field.

Pessimistic
Hardened
Humble
Moral
Loyal

Medical Doctor: Having been involved in the medical profession since the the age of fifteen (the age of maturity among the Nautolan species), Cas has been treating wounds and illnesses for the great majority of his life. During his time on Glee Anselm, he was often placed in the operating theater as part of a surgical team. Following on from this, however, his work in the Army of the Republic fulfilled a substantially different role. This wide variety of training and experience has allowed for Cas to develop as a truly skilled Medical Doctor, with a strong knowledge of the fundamentals in his field.

First Aid Specialist: While serving in the Army of the Republic, Cas was assigned the role of 'First Aid Specialist'. In preparation for serving as medical officer within the ranks of the Army of the Republic, Cas was sent to the 'First Republic Medical Academy of Coruscant.' Here, he underwent a three-year introductory course on the basic biology and treatment options for a great many of the various species found across Republic space. When actively serving, Cas specialised in giving immediate, life-saving treatment to the wounded on the front lines.

Gunslinger (Blaster Pistols): As a requisite for serving, Cas undertook small-arms training with blaster pistols. He is trained in their use and can hold his own against lesser opponents, though is by no means an expert.

Biology: As a Nautolan Cas has a particularly tough body, a result of the dense cartilage and strong bones that is common to all his kin. Additionally, the Nautolan species initially survived and formed a civilisation underwater before expanding onto land. Because of this, all Nautolans have the ability to breathe underwater with ease. Cas also possesses an exceptional sense of smell that only becomes more effective when underwater, this being another racial perk.

Utility Belt
Large rucksack (for the carrying of his medi-kit and other general supplies)
B-405 Rancor-X Pistol
Medi-kit

Born in the year 3990BBY on the mid-rim planet of Glee Anselm, homeworld of the Nautolan species, to two dedicated parents, Cas had something of a pleasant upbringing. His father, Oric Eelen, was an elected elder for the city of Pieralos, the Nautolan capital of Glee Anselm, which allowed for certain creature comforts. Like all Nautolan children, his early life was spent underwater as his limbs developed to become strong enough to support their bodies on land. His parents soon came to learn that, despite his young age, he was going to be a handful. Swimming beyond the accepted boundaries and depths, the young Cas had a thirst for exploring what was unknown to him. Undoubtedly, when his first day on land finally came and allowed him to experience what must have seemed to be almost another world entirely, his adventurous young mind was filled with inspiration for the future.

It was not until Cas was ten years old, the equivalent of being aged eighteen in human society, that he decided upon the path his life was to take. Enrolling in the Pieralos Medical Academy in 3980BBY. Throughout his four years at the academy, Cas learned the basics of galactic medicine and treatments before electing to specialise and train in the Nautolan College of Surgeons, which extended his academic career by another two years. Indeed, at the College he learned primarily Nautolan biology, but was also required to learn the biology of the major ‘tourist species’, with Glee Anselm being a current member of the Republic. The skills taught to Cas during these six years would remain with him for the rest of his life, and while he had always intended to remain on Glee Anselm, emerging galactic events would soon change his fate forever.

In the year 3972BBY, the Mandalorian crisis was growing steadily as news spread throughout the galaxy of the planetary raids and naval skirmishes beyond Republic space. Under Mandalore the Ultimate, who envisioned a future where warriors the ruled and were supported by the farmers and artisans, the Mandalorian ranks gradually swelled and became more disciplined, resulting in a dangerous fighting force of Mandalorian ‘Neo-Crusaders’. Indeed, tension gradually built as the Mandalorians continued to conquer words of the Outer Rim, expanding their territories dramatically. The Republic, however, did not intervene to prevent these acts of aggression initially, and the Mandalorian forces continued unopposed for some time despite the calls for action from some in the Republic.

Tensions between the Mandalorians and the Republic reached their peak toward the end of the year 3965BBY when the Republic finally acted to protect its interests on the planet of Taris, naming it a member-planet of the Republic. Forming a defensive naval line to fend off the Mandalorian assault, and with light skirmishes, the galaxy entered a period of roughly eight-or-so months, with the prospect of war looming over each day.

It was during this period that Cas volunteered, against the better advice of his parents. It was likely a mixture of influences that inspired the young Nautolan to serve with the forces of the Republic. Perhaps his deep-rooted desire for adventure from childhood and his disliking of everyday repetition and monotony, or his genuine desire to use his training and skill to help those who needed it most also likely played a role in convincing Cas to volunteer. After indicating his desire to join the Army of the Republic at a local information office, he was advised that he would spend a year training to transfer his medical abilities onto the field as well as learning other important skills needed to serve on the frontlines.

Being sent to the First Republic Medical Academy of Coruscant in the year 3964BBY, Cas underwent a year-long period of specialised training to become a medical officer on the frontlines, and he elected not to serve in the operating theatres, but instead to serve as a specialist providing life-saving treatment on the frontlines. As a part of his training, Cas was taught the basic do’s and dont’s of blaster use so that he may protect himself, should the need arise, though he found that he was only average at best in his skill with a blaster.

Cas was eventually sent to join the Republic forces protecting Taris in 3963BBY, and began active duty not long before the planet of Taris was doomed to fall to Mandalorian forces. Immediately after, the period that has since become known as ‘The Onslaught’ began. The Mandalorian forces continued their invasion through Republic space, conquering numerous worlds as the Republic Army was beaten back further and further, the Jedi Council refusing to allow Jedi support at the same time. Some of the fiercest fighting in this period took place on the Zabrak homeworld, and Ord Mantell, conflicts Cas was involved in heavily. Throughout these battlezones, Cas found himself acting as medical support for more than just his colleagues, but for the civilians of the planets also, with the Mandalorians showing no mercy.

It was a devastating conflict that shook the Republic to the core, and it even looked as though the planet of Alderaan may fall to the Mandalorian advance. Fortunes changed for the Republic, however, when the Jedi faction of 'Revanchists' defied their orders from the Jedi High Council to join the defence of the Republic. This marked a turning point in the war as the Jedi took control of the Republic Navy and Army, leading the counter-attacks and repulsing the Mandalorian armies from Republic space. The fight, while just as brutal, was finally being taken to the Mandalorians as the Republic moved to go on an offensive campaign of its own.

This intervention by Jedi forces would secure a victory for the Republic in the Mandalorian wars, and the Jedi became heroes to not only the men they lead, but for the entire Republic.

Peace was not to last, however. Seemingly corrupted by the war they had won, the Jedi Revanchists fell from the light side of the force to become the leaders of a new, resurgent Sith Empire. The Jedi Civil War began as the Jedi High Council led the fight against the new enemy to the Republic. This war, once more, brought devastation and suffering to a galaxy only at the very beginning of a period of recovery from the Mandalorian Wars.

After the conclusion of this conflict and another victory for the Republic, and now a veteran of war, Cas was allowed to leave his military service. Boarding the first transport available to him, Cas joined thousands of other veteran soldiers and refugees headed to the moon of Nar Shaddaa, where they would then seek transport to whatever planet they so desired.

Shortly after his arrival, however, the Exchange locked down the refugee sector and Cas found not only trapped, but in the midst of another brewing conflict. Doing his best to aid the refugees around him who needed medical assistance, Cas made something as a name for himself as the 'skilled Nautolan doctor'. Becoming known to the Exchange, he was offered an opportunity to leave the Refugee Sector, and thus gain access to the space ports of Nar Shaddaa. Wary of working for the Exchange, Cas reluctantly took the offer presented to him by the Exchange Agent Mol, seeing no other option.

Seeker Dasaen

35

Male

Miraluka

One might mistake Dasaen for a Refugee at first glance, and even more so if they were to truly look at his clothing and bandaged head. His features kept hidden by his cloak and bandages, though tuft's of crimson hair can sometimes be seen upon his head. Well muscled and agile he seems rather strong for someone living among the slums. Standing roughly six feet tall with a medium build Dasaen has little in the way of defining features. He bears a handful of scars along his torso from years of training with his brothers.

Careful
Kind
Curious
Gentle
Meticulous
Distant
Pleasant
Thoughful

Doctor: While Seekers of Luka Sene are normally more combat oriented, they often have additional skills they can call upon as they are simply all of the same school rather than a a religious order. As such Dasaen is a very skilled doctor able to command his own influence of the force with medical training. More importantly his studies include xenobiology, as such he holds a deeper understanding of how to perform surgery on aliens and what medicines are best for their bodies. He can also use the force to accelerate healing times or prevent death for short times, though it requires full focus and is less effective on larger wounds.

Martial Training: No Sene Seeker goes without training, it would be naive and foolish to assume that all those who fail are willing to be redeemed or those who led to the fall would allow them to be redeemed. As such Dasaen trained heavily in hand to hand and staff combat under the tutelage of master warriors among the Luka Sene. He also received combat training with a vibroblade, however, he tries to avoid it, to end a life is no small matter and the last resort alone. His medical training and understanding of Xenobiology mean's that he often tries to wound or strike critical points on an opponent with his staff.

Force Monk: Born on Alpheridies even with his strong connection to the force he is not a Jedi or Sith. As a member of the Luka Sene he simply studied the force to better the lives of those on his homeworld. As such he can move objects with the force, having advance force sense, Farsight, and Field Detection. He can perform combat moves such as the force push and pull. More impressively he has learned to heal with the force with no instructor to teach him.

Force Historian: Part of the work the Miraluka do in the Luka Sene is to preserve the history of the force. They talk of it, record it and try to understand the viewpoints of other force users. While they forceship the force they also wish to understand other views on it so they may better educate themselves in future interactions. As such Luka Sene often know more of Jedi and Sith history than some of the members of those orders, though that could be intentional on the parts of Sith and Jedi.

▷ Vibro-staff with a cortosis weave.
▷ Bothan Needler
▷ Medical kits
▷ Symbols of Ashla and Bogan
▷ Datapad

Born Alpheridies to loving parents, Dasaen parents were counseled and when he was old enough Dasaen chose to enter the Luka Sene. He did so knowing that it was a promise to remain faithful to the teachings of Ashla and Bogan, but to never follow the path of death. Among his peers, he showed considerable talent and understanding as a member of the Luka Sene. Yet as a galaxy of war boiled around them, the Mira Luka renewed their faith in the Jedi and the Republic, though he could sense the pain that the Mandalorian's caused they still believed in the non-violent method.

When the new Sith Empire rose, members of the Luka Sene began to slip away off to follow the calls of Bogan. Many Sene Seekers left and few returned most with the sad news of death. This war was different the Miraluka offered more to the Jedi they were so closely tied with, advisors and trainers to help recover the organization's numbers.

As he grew older and became more steeped in the history of the Bogan following Sith and the Ashla believing Sith he found himself understanding more and more why they fought. He understood why his people so rightly tried to distance themselves from the Sith, they did not understand kinship or compassion. They believe violence and destruction the only tools worthy of use, they killed without thought or reason needing only to prove they were strong.

He heard the story that many choose to follow the Sith, and he wondered why anyone would wish death and hate upon the galaxy? He didn't understand the reasoning or want to, anyone who could justify the destruction of an entire planet was beyond redemption. Yet as the conflict came to a close it dawned on him, they had followed because they thought he would win. To them survival and winning meant more than being good, that was a shock that unnerved the young man.

Yet once more the war was ended and now finally the Miraluka believed the worst to be over. Now a more senior member thanks to so many deaths and growing up in the shadow of this war Dasaen had become even more committed to preventing future suffering across the galaxy. He often petitioned aid missions to other devasted worlds or offering more aid to the Republic and even the Jedi than they had already given.

Now more than ever he wanted to spread the belief in the force but simply the kinship and bond Miraluka shared with their own species. That they did not have to battle and kill they were all one big family and that they were not so different the force impacted them all. That

When he finally believed his voice might be heard, tragedy struck yet again with the destruction of the colony world Katarr. They felt the loss and pain, for months they grieved at the sudden and grievous loss of life that befell the Miraluka people. Dasaen and others went to the world, to conduct rights and hopefully let the souls of the dead find peace within the force. Yet upon arrival, they saw visions of death and pain, yet a hope a survivor no longer on the planet, of course, the Luka Sene convened believing this survivor to important in some way to the force.

Thus they turned inward to prepare Seekers, they found that few were ready for the task and they had no clear information on where the missing Miraluka might be. Dasaen volunteered to go alone and search all his life if it took it to bring their missing kin home. Believing the best place to start his search was a hub of refugees he booked passage to Nar Shaddaa. Finding the poor and downtrodden here in such terrible a terrible state, he took to help everywhere he could. Thugs would occasionally try to stop yet none have yet succeeded, lately, they have taken to ignoring and mocking the Dasaen.

Dasaen, however, did not care what they called him, yet he found it all so hurtful. That a world like this could exist, where people cheered for death and caused it without caring. Where lives could be bought and sold... It disgusted him deeply, yet what could he do? Freeing slaves on a planet where they could go nowhere but back to their masters was pointless. He could barely feed himself sometimes, where would he find food the thousand if not hundreds of thousands starving around him. This was not a job for a Miraluka this would need an army or aid from dedicated workers... A Jedi could change things perhaps but he was not that nor could he pretend to be, so he attention turned to leave. His missing sister was not here and now he would move on to find her.

Though rumors of his skill and good standing with the refugees would be of interest to the Exchange. A Miraluka Seeker must be seeking something, thus if he still here he has not found it and even if it goes against his values leaving the planet to continue his search might just be enough to make him play ball.

Faryn Nonome

28

Female

Zeltron

Considered one of the most aesthetically pleasing species in the galaxy, Faryn possesses all the defining attributes of a Zeltron: skin tinted with a light pink hue as if she were permanently sunburned, indigo-black hair so alluring it had been paralleled to the night sky and its stars being woven into it, and an ideal physique that the people had been naturally gifted with. Yes, the mesmerizing natives of Zeltros are quite the beauty. As far as how Faryn measures up against the rest of her kind, she is slightly taller than the other females, standing at 5'9. In terms of attractiveness, the culture never established a standard or measure, believing in celebrating each other's physical appearances rather than finding faults in them and pitting them against one another.

Having been surrounded by an exciting and positive atmosphere her whole life, it is only natural for Faryn to acquire a confident disposition which can be seen in the way she stands and walks; assured, tall, and straight. Another factor that contributes to her assertive composure is the way she dresses. The girl could usually be found wearing some sort of either revealing or tight attire –– like majority of Zeltrons –– with a preference for the latter as it provided a slight form of practicality. However, since arriving on Nar Shaddaa, Faryn has masked herself with a large brown cloak, hoping to go unnoticed due to the knowledge that she will be hunted and captured to be sold into slavery if the wrong person discovers what she is. She also utilizes the cover to conceal any hints of pheromones that might potentially linger on her.

Like all other Zeltrons, Faryn's shade of red will darken only when experiencing anger, intensifying accordingly with the emotion.

Adventurous
Compassionate
Contemplative
Insightful
Loyal
Opportunistic
Persuasive

Perhaps it's the Zeltron ability to integrate the feelings others are experiencing or Faryn's natural personality, but the girl has always been people oriented. More than a desire to simply make someone else happy, she is intrigued by the underlying core that makes up the motives and behaviors of the vast amount of different sentient creatures. While leeching off the emotional sustenance available is usually enough to sate the species that wield this ability, Faryn prefers to find what lies beneath the surface, resulting in her observance of those around her and attempts to discover what isn't being directly presented.

The girl is welcoming and believes all of those that exist within the infinite galaxy were meant to help one another. Living her life in accordance to this one truth, Faryn's actions and decisions are usually guided toward the benefits of others instead of herself.

Telepathy: Evolution has always been present in certain species and the Zeltrons are a testament to that. Believing to have originated from humans, once the red skinned people had diverged enough genetically from their ancestors a mutated trait allowed this new species to both read and influence another's emotional state.

Pheromones: Another ability the inhabitants of Zeltros developed was the use and control of pheromones. Pleasant smelling, it enhances attraction and likability to them. Depending on the intensity, the responses can range from simply becoming more trusting to feeling sexual desire toward them.

Quick Learner: Adaptability is a hidden talent that Faryn has yet to unveil due to a lack of experience and circumstances calling for it. Still, it lies within her, patiently waiting to make its presence known.

Physically Appealing: When pushed into a corner, one must exploit everything and anything at their disposal. And if it comes down to utilizing her appearance, Faryn will resort to doing so.

In some ways, Zeltros is a cage. It merely doesn't seem like one due to how pleasant the planet is. However, it is precisely within this structure that traps those who reside there.

To the rest of the galaxy, Zeltrons are usually underestimated and regarded as gullible. Although there is some understanding for this perception, Faryn had always thought it was a failure to grasp her kind's culture and lifestyle (and a resistance to even attempt to) that lead to this misinterpretation. On the surface, their practice of glorifying positive sentiments along with the heavy condemnation of negative ones appears like an active choice of ignorance. Yet, this mindset is what has kept Zeltros safe even when every other space of the universe was at war.

To most, emotions are generally considered a weakness and not one of the strongest sources of power. As a species that wields telepathy for this influential force, Zeltrons became well acquainted with it quite quickly. Emotion was energy that could never be truly fully controlled; it burns so intensely that one cannot retain it within themselves and must expel it onto others, forcing them to cycle the process. It is what lies at the core of all motivations. The difference between the Zeltrons and the rest is that in order to relieve those passions, they live in a blissful atmosphere to ensure unanimity in feeling. For if one were to diverge, a more harmful intensity that is just as irrepressible could infect others.

And start wars.

All through Faryn's life, she had never been in danger. Even when her home was visited by malicious Mandalorians in their attempt to invade. Due to the overwhelming atmosphere of euphoria, they succumbed to the feeling easily enough and were forever trapped in that moment. Unlike Zeltrons, most other species rely on themselves to determine what emotions they are experiencing which leads to an addiction of certain sensations derived from them, usually in those who are unfamiliar with said experiences.

Of course, victory never comes so easy and a few of the planet's defenders were forced to fight back. Nothing pains a Zeltron more than engaging in combat; not only do the injuries they sustain become physical markers of the violence but it pales to the turmoil they experience in relation to the enemy's. When a peaceful, joyous creature is overwhelmed by a blend of unfamiliar feelings that include fear, senseless rage and hatred, sadism, and anguish while having to neutralize the threat all the same, they hurt. In response to the possibility of their soldiers being clung onto by these despairs and some of their people still experiencing fear from the attack, Zeltros threw an elaborate celebratory party to remedy these issues.

It worked and the atmosphere was brought back into balance on the satisfying planet. They did not forget the tragedy; they merely do not dwell. The miserable recounting of Demagol and his daughter Chantique remind them of what happens when a Zeltron loses what sets them apart from all else whom desire suffering.

Realizing they would not conquer the largest planet in the Zel system, the rest of the invaders set their sights on the other worlds and won.

The Mandalorian Wars eventually ended as did the Jedi Civil War that followed as a consequence with Faryn's home being unaffected this time around. However, the woman couldn't prevent herself from feeling discontent as news of the galaxy's turmoil eventually made its way to her, no matter how desperately she attempted to suppress the negativity. Due to their allegiance to the Republic, Zeltros sided with them and the Jedi; even though it wasn't through fighting, it was in belief and spirit. The one downside in Zeltron telepathy was that it couldn't unify thoughts, resulting in Faryn harboring a difference in opinion. She saw that neither side was right and that the principles they were trying to uphold was a formula for a never ending struggle that would continuously leave others to perish as collateral damage. At the core of it all: the Force; it was simply a power source that corrupted absolutely. It was an illusory solution to a problem created in its name.

Realizing the danger in her musings, Faryn sought out the officials for counsel before the most important thing was influenced: her feelings. Eventually, they both reached the conclusion that she must leave her home and everything she knew until she was at peace once more. Ever the optimists, they placed their hope in the conflicted woman's success and return. Providing Faryn with a route to start and a cloak, she also received two pieces of advice. The first was that the impression of their kind would not always be positive and sometimes dangerous. It was up to her to know when those times were. The other was told to her as caution:

"Be mindful that the rest of the universe is not like us. They desire suffering. It is not the journey that will kill you but the agony."

By the time everything was sorted and a passage was secured for Faryn, the Jedi Civil War had ended. However, that didn't mean its consequences weren't still felt by the ravished galaxy. Deciding to contribute to the Telosian Restoration Project, Zeltos sent technology and blueprints to the Citadel Station that were to assist in the creation of the Entertainment modules with Faryn staying after the transport to oversee the construction go smoothly. Despite her brief residence, it was possibly the best first experience she could have away from home. Different sorts of beings were unified together by a common goal to restore life, hope, and love. Although it was a difficult and drawn out process with results sometimes not being immediately evident, Faryn persuaded the laborers that their efforts were impacting. Telos was healing and it was due to them, to everyone at the Station.

However, she took her distance for granted.

Eventually the Entertainment modules were finished and Faryn felt confident enough to leave the Station. She should have headed back home like she originally planned, but she saw an opportunity to sate her curious nature. She had spoken with a few occupants who came from places that were genial and recovering well enough that those displaced could start returning. Perhaps she could journey with one and spend a bit more time exploring while helping the land she was visiting before she returned to her cage.

Seduced by the call of adventure, Faryn requested passage from the Bumani Exchange Company on their next trip after being informed that they were transporting people along their trade routes. They accepted. What no one knew was that the company was actually a front for the Exchange, one of the biggest criminal organizations throughout the galaxy.

Shortly after the group had left the Station, they landed sooner than Faryn expected. Regardless that she was aware that they would be making a few stops before getting to her home planet, Faryn still felt an ominous sensation as they stopped. Overhearing one of the other passengers remark that they had made it to Nar Shaddaa, the Zeltron knew she had been boarded onto a refugee deposit. Cloaking herself, she left along with the other travelers before being herded into the sector and trapped.

Faryn secluded herself from others and kept her identity hidden for the few days she was there. Although the Station had a refugee sector, it was starkly different than the one she was currently kept prisoner at. There was hope, and the distance from the visible destruction helped. Having been thrown in the midst of it all, the Zeltron felt all the distress or cruelty those surrounding her emitted. With no other counter, she would use her empathetic telepathy to calm those around her when their despair was too overwhelming despite the risks after catching whispers of someone being hunted for giving hope.

Fortunately, she didn't have to endure the sorrow till it caused her to become lost. A Zabrak named Mol approached her, informing her that they had been looking for her since she had arrived. Realizing that the Bumani Exchange Company and the organization Mol was working for were correlated, she had quickly concluded she had been watched while on the Station and was purposely brought to Nar Shaddaa. More importantly, there wasn't any chance of leaving. Still, Mol offered her a deal with unsaid implications if she were to reject: she would either be sold into slavery or killed.