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Star Wars - Jedi Exile.

I can never get Google Drive or Docs to work for me in the office, so I'll have to add SJ in there when I get home in a few hours (if someone doesn't post it ahead of time). I was able to load and read it briefly before Google started complaining about the dinosaur browser I have here and it looked like it might be near a logical posting point. I'm not sure I'd have much to add to what's there other than SJ clinging to Keilara's hand.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile.

I just posted SJ in Collab #2, which should hopefully give everyone in our group something to work off of.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile.

So collab #2 it is then?

Star Wars - Jedi Exile.

Forget what I said about the lower levels, since the Krayten-Rego-Keilara group is headed for the Training Halls looking for initiates, it makes the most sense for SJ to encounter that group and link up with them. I'll just have him tumble out of an air vent in a different part of the training section.

Since at that point there'll be four PCs together, do we want to jump into one of the collabs?

Ultimate One Universe: Marvel/DC RPG

Nightrunner said
I'mma go shoot myself, er somethin'.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile.

I'd be interested in another PC coming across SJ for obvious reasons, if anyone's open to such. My thought for picking up with my next post would be that the boy's tumble out of the ventilation shaft into one of the service corridors on the lower level.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile.

As an Anzat, the youngling normally breathed with such subtlety as to be neigh imperceptible, even with medical scanners. It could make people around him uncomfortable, for the notion that he didn't breathe. The fact that his heartbeat was likewise undetectable made it seem as though Sor-Jan was precisely the monster that the legends made his species out to be. Now, as he ran, the young boy was palpably aware of each breath, as it seemed to stick in his throat with a sensation of ice, as tension and anxiety squeezed every breath he took back out of his lungs. The luminous blue eyes were wide with terror, even as he plunged out into the mezzanine on the heels of his youngling clan. His training saber was in the grip of his left hand, because his right was holding fast to the Nautolan boy. And neither was willing to let go.

The sounds of blaster fire echoed through the halls, growing louder even as the pair of boys rushed headlong toward the sound, pushed onward by the hands of the Mon Calamari weapon master behind them. And then, they were there. Blue bolts of charged ions went searing through the air, most at eye level to the youngings, sending a series of terrified cries through the gathering of small ones as they were urged out into the corridor. The other weapon master was standing there, wielding two lightsabers as he moved to deflect the incoming rain of terror. As he turned his head, feeling the direction in which the crowd was being directed, Sor-Jan could see the Thisspiasian master out in front of the younglings, the bearded snake's yellow lightsaber weaving a golden thread through the air...

...as it cut apart men in white armor, their blood evaporating into a pinkish steam as their bodies were bisected by the Jedi's indiscriminate blade.

Sor-Jan gave a yelp as the panic overwhelmed him at the realization that people were dying. He had never seen death before. Not like this. Certainly not here, and yet, the nightmare was real. Tears slipped down the boy's face as he turned his head, and saw the Zabrak youngling - a kid his age, from his clan - lying still on the floor, a smoking hole burned in between his shoulder blades. He saw an armored man separated into three pieces, before being violently cast aside by the Thisspiasian's incessant press forward. The child's breath shuddered then, as his mind was slow in comprehending what it had just witnessed. Defenders of life, protectors of liberty, sentries of democracy were all very heroic ideals... cast now into bloodshed and violence, things he would have attributed to evil but committed by the Jedi he loved the most.

He didn't understand. As he looked around, as he struggled in the midst of surroundings intimately familiar, his home, yearning, desperate for anything familiar he could hold onto, the youngling was overwhelmed by the singular realization that he understood nothing. And, as his mind reeled in lack of comprehension for the sight of things mirrored in his eyes, Sor-Jan realized... he didn't want to understand.

From all sides, the youngling was overcome by waves resonating through the Force like an explosion, pummeling his body as though being assaulted by a hundred fists at once. Numbly, the child could see in his mind the weapon master being struck down as the hail of blaster fire overwhelmed the Jedi. Zak, the Nautolan tightened his grip on Sor-Jan's hand, as though fearful that the Anzati was letting go. The sensation bolstered something within the youngling, as the raven-haired youth raised his head back up, catching his breath as he continued to push his body to keep going at the maddening pace set by the serpent-like Sentinel up ahead.

A series of tremors tore through the temple, noticeably more violent than those he had felt before. Azul Gol just stopped, the younglings skidding to a halt behind their master, as the bearded snake seemed to peer upward as though gazing somewhere beyond the ceiling. That was the first time that Sor-Jan had realized how few of them now were, as fully half of his clan was missing.

No, not missing. They were back there. Like the Zabrak boy that he had seen.

"Azul, we cannot stay here!" the Mon Cal weapon master shouted hoarsely, as the orange-skinned amphibian moved in a blur of motion and energy, deflecting blaster bolts back toward their attackers behind them.

"The hangars... they're gone," the Thisspiasian was heard to whisper, as he turned his attention back to the corridor before them, as more of the white armored soldiers poured out into the hallway before them. Blasters to the left of them. Blasters to the right. The Thisspiasian coiled his body tightly as he seemed torn between the right course of action, until there was no more time for meditation. "We stand. We fight. FOR THE REPUBLIC!"

With that, the serpent launched himself at the encroaching soldiers before them. Gone, in a moment, leaving Sor-Jan and Zak bewildered as blaster bolts began sailing by from both sides. Reluctantly, the boys let go of one another, taking up positions with one behind the other, back-to-back, lightsabers ready. It was as thought this was what they had been training for...

...but really, what had they been training for? Certainly not this.

Pulling his training saber into a tight orbit, the youngling felt himself lifted up by the force of impact as the blaster bolt connected with his blade. A shot from behind him strayed too close, splitting open the shoulder seam of his tunic as he felt a searing pain run down his arm. Squealing, in pain and in terror, the boy staggered to his right. But there was no stopping them. No time out. No second chances. All around him, the people he had thought of as brother and sister were falling down under the rain of blue blaster bolts. And that was when Sor-Jan had an epiphany, a single moment of clarity where he felt as though he were one with the Force.
And a voice whispered inside his mind and said, I'm going to die now.

But it was all right. Somehow, the youngling was at peace. As though he were waiting for it to happen, or even wanting it to.
Behind him, the Mon Cal weapon master pivoted around on one foot, holding out his free hand toward the two remaining younglings - the Anzati and the Nautolan boy. With the simplest of applications, the Jedi instructor lifted both boys into the air and flung them into a ventilation grate. As the grate gave, the younglings tumbled down into darkness, with only a single word spoken.

"Live."

Star Wars: An Army of Scum and Villainy

Threw my hat into the sheets thread.

Red 5, standing by. :)

Star Wars: An Army of Scum and Villainy [Sheets]

Name: BB-4001A
Aliases:: BB, Scorpius (on-line slicer persona), Colyn Pendago
Species: LeisureMech BB series Human Replica Droid (HRD), masculine persona
Age: 15 years
Planet of Origin/Birth: Corporate Sector (constructed), Alderaan (first activated)
Force Sensitive Y/N: No.

Appearance:
A pre-teenaged human male who stands precisely 4'7" and possesses the sturdy build of a physically active child, with a body weight of 90 pounds. Its current synthskin covering is a dark flesh tone, beneath which is an artificial padding designed to mimic muscle or fat on an actual human body. His actual skeleton and interior plating is a lightweight metal alloy that is somewhat blue in color. Lubrication fluid between the skin and padding layers gives the appearance of bleeding whenever the synthskin layer is compromised, but a close inspection would reveal that the viscous liquid is more of a burgundy or red-plum color than the deep red associated with human blood. The synthetic fibers of his hair are mahogany brown and coarse in texture, typically flared out from his head in a style known as an 'afro'. His eyes are made from cloned organic matter intended for use in human organ replacement surgery, cybernetically augmented so to be able to connect and interface with his droid brain. The irises are brown in color.

Skills/Abilities:
* Slicer: Cryptographic data handling, encryption/decryption, memory recovery, and data manipulation.
* Maintenance/Tech Knowledge: Computer architecture, droid repair, general mechanical knowledge.
* Piloting: Corellian Engineering Corporation light craft.
* Droid Brain: Fluent in 3 million forms of communication, high reaction time, total recall.
* Droid Body: Sturdier and stronger than a human.

Equipment:
* Remote slicer (internal anatomy, includes commlink functionality)
*] Custom slicer chips, datacards, and various tech tools.
* Modified Versafunction88 datapad.
* Ion pistol.
* DC-15S blaster carbine.
* Salvaged G2-M9 maintenance droid ("Gee").
* The Wyvern (CEC YV-666 light freighter).

Personality:
It is important to distinguish "BB" from "Colyn" when considering BB-4001A's personality. Colyn was a child android HRD designed to be nothing more, and nothing less, than a beloved addition to the Pendago family. As such, BB-4001A's personality was neigh indistinguishable from that of a child in a stable family environment; that is, happy, outgoing, and well-adjusted. With only fragmentary memories of his life as "Colyn", the droid that BB-4001A is now is none of those things. "BB" is cold, jaded, and disillusioned toward galactic society. He views the Galactic Empire as an autocratic dictatorship and sees the Alliance to Restore the Republic as an effort to install another elitist power structure which would liberate some and persecute others. He doesn't take a lot of contracts as "Scorpius," typically only applying himself to jobs which either interest him or are otherwise necessary to pay a debt.

History:
Having been built as a custom order, it is first necessary to understand why someone would ask to construct a child android. Folken and Liadrin Pendago were a wealthy and affluent couple on Alderaan, with Folken having come from a fairly well-to-do merchant family and Liadrin being an heiress to a fortune amassed by her family's work in founding a medical corporation. The couple were looking forward to conceiving their first child when a sky swoop accident in 19 BBY left Liadrin paralyzed and unable to bear children. Retreating away from society in depression, Liadrin became a recluse and Folken felt as though his marriage may be irreparably damaged by the series of unfortunate events. Not surrendering his appeals to maintain Liadrin's spirits, Folken commissioned LeisureMech Enterprises to build a custom order class 3 android based on their BB-4000 series human replica droid. His specification was for a child android that could serve as a companion to his estranged wife.

Construction of the custom model, which was designated as BB-4001A, began in 17 BBY at the LeisureMech foundries in the Corporate Sector, with the finished HRD being brought on-line for the first time in the Pendago family home on Alderaan to the belief that it's name was Colyn Pendago. Colyn made an awkward entrance into the lives of the stuggling Pendago family, but came to be viewed as a valued and beloved family member. He stayed by Liadrin Pendago's side without complaint, saw to her every need, and provided her with an emotional support that filled a gap in the Pendago household. Sadly, that changed just 5 years later, in 12 BBY. The Pendago's were returning from a vacation on Coruscant when their starcruiser ran afoul of an Imperial blockade that was then engaged in a fight with a Rebel blockade runner. The Pendago's ship became entangled in the crossfire between the two and Colyn found himself thrown out into the vacuum of space shortly before the Pendago's ship was destroyed.

And so he drifted. Days, weeks, perhaps longer, his droid systems on the verge of failure, when he was salvaged by a Tynnan junker who was startled at the discovery of such a human-like droid. Fitted with a restraining bolt and his memory wiped, BB-4001A eventually made his way out to Nar Shadda, where he was sold to the Hutts as a curiosity for his child-like appearance. He was lost in a bet shortly after, at which time he became the property of a Kushiban bounty hunter named Max, who saw potential in the HRD and had him modified into a slicer droid. For the next seven years, BB-4001A worked as a slave for Max, slicing networks across the rim in pursuit of bounties. Max had grown arrogant however, and on job had crossed one of the Hutts in a deal. That private little war came back to haunt the Kushiban, and BB-4001A was able to escape when mercenaries arrived to collect Max's head.

It wasn't until that first bit of freedom that BB-4001A even realized it had a life that it knew nothing about, as the removal of his own restraining bolt triggered a fragmentary recall of what seemed like the memories of a different BB-4001A entirely. Slicing his own memory, BB has been able to partially reconstruct some of the data from his life as Colyn Pendago, but no more than one might recall of a dream. Going into work for himself in the slums of Nar Shadda, BB began work completing droid repair, at which time he was able to salvage an abused G2 repair droid as an assistant. Life on Nar Shadda is hard and BB eventually learned to be hard as well, acquiring and repairing a broken DC-15S carbine for what was often dubbed a 'Nar Shadda home security program.' Eventually, his past work with Max and possession by the Hutts came back to haunt him as well. Pressed into work as a slicer, BB began to build a name for himself on the Holo-Nets as "Scorpius." While the work was far riskier than droid maintenance, it also paid more lucratively. BB purchased a Corellian light freighter, which he dubbed the Wyvern, and left Nar Shadda.

With only droids aboard the Wyvern, the ship is considered something of a ghost. There is no autochef on board the ship and life support is kept at a functional minimum, so not to waste power where human comfort is not a factor. When not employed under contract, BB avoids inhabited systems, arriving intermittently at way stations only to refuel and depart, never in any one place for more time than it takes to link into the Nets and download or transmit data. Typically, Scorpius can be found on the Holo-Nets discussing the controversial Droid Equality Movement.

Recently, the Wyvern arrived in the Tengaru System, having offered a bid on some counter-intelligence work that offered what seemed an interesting glimpse into the battle between the Empire and the Rebellion. After all, while he cannot remember what happened on that starcruiser years ago, he cannot forget either.

Relationships and Acquaintances:
BB, as Scorpius, has previously done work for Daiya T'aemin, being the one who sliced into the home security networks of the individual known as Phelan.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile.

I'm off to sleep, but will get another post tomorrow.