DirtyDingo

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Alessia Arvenni

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Dantooine: The Krayt Fang

@Delta44 @The Elvenqueen

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"As you can all well imagine, the equipment the Mandos have set up inside will be heavily guarded. We will have to move fast and quietly. Craske, if you and your men can somehow remove the guards from the scanners and communications interceptors without killing them, that should give us a little more time inside the acadamy. However, do not let this idea compromise the mission. If you feel that being rid of the guards is a necessity then, well...I don't have to tell you what to do. Once we give the call that Merak has completed the datamine, you are to detonate the charges and rendezvous with us back here." Alessia added once her comrade had finished speaking. The commandos responded with grunts and nods of agreement and quickly set off, they didn't need to be told any more.

With the Blitz Crew off on their assignment, Alessia nodded to her comrades and set off in the opposite direction, with Merak and Aether tightly in tow, the pilot with his vibroknife in hand and the two Jedi with their lightsabers at the ready, just in case they were to fall unto some terrible luck and get themselves detected early on. After a short while of moving slowly through a light patch of forest, leading up to the enclave's rear, the small strike team had made their way to a ridgeline overlooking the courtyard. There, Alessia noticed that Craske and his men had gotten substantially ahead of them and were already hiding the bodies of the first patrol they had encountered. With a look of amazement on her face, Alessia tucked her body in and rolled, slowly sliding down the incline at the ridgeline, Merak and Aether acted accordingly and followed their human companion down the slope in their own respective manners. As they reached the bottom, Craske ordered his men into what Alessia could only assume was a sub-level of the structure.

The strike team then ducked into cover behind a set of large crates stacked up on each other. Not long after, a large patrol of Mandalorian infantrymen, numbering at least fifteen came out into the courtyard from the main entrance. "These men, plus those already slain by the Blitz Crew must account for the majority of the patrolling troops stationed here. If we were to take them out we'd be able to move around with far less risk of being discovered. Or we can let them pass. No telling how long they'll be here though. As much as it pains me to say, I feel our best option here is to engage. How about you two?" Alessia whispered, feeling a little like her sister with the suggestion. Which bothered her slightly, as she always went to great lengths to seperate herself from her sister in both her actions, and personality.

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@Delta44 Do you want to post again before I move us along? Or should I just go ahead?

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No worries @The Elvenqueen Can't wait to get going. I'll get a post upbtonight. Had a bit of a rough day

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“I shoot people. They fall down. They don’t get back up.”

Without the Helmet

O V E R V I E W

N A M E

Errol Vahn

A G E

39

G E N D E R

Male

S P E C I E S

Human

H O M E W O R L D

Mindemir

C L A S S

Bounty Hunter

P O S I T I O N

Hired Gun

A P P E A R A N C E

Perhaps with another line of work, Errol Vahn would’ve been a picturesque spacer or colonist but unfortunately that is not how his 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, Errol’s face is generally unfazed with only minor knicks being apparent to the naked eye. Beyond this, Errol isn’t particularly tall or short (5’11”) and has a somewhat muscular and toned build due to his line of work.

T A L E N T S & B A C K G R O U N D

F O R C E P O T E N C Y

Errol Vahn is not conventionally trained in the force, although he unknowingly has a connection to it.

C O M B A T T A L E N T S

Marksman: Errol Vahn has been shooting people since he was sixteen years old— and most often against more experienced and deadly opponents. His experiences in the Mandalorian Wars led him to becoming a quick and dangerous shot or face the early consequence of sweet sweet death. At thirty-nine, Errol 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: Errol Vahn is a skilled saboteur, grenadier, and demolitionist. This is clear in his adept knowledge and familiarity with various charges used in explosives throughout the galaxy. Errol 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, Errol knows what stims do what and how to apply a treat injury kit with little mistake. If there is one thing Errol 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. Errol fought in several battles and on one occasion even outwitted a Mandalorian searching party on Dxun. He knows how to be quiet and make his shots.

W E A P O N S

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

D O S S I E R

Early Life: 3991 BBY - 3975 BBY

Born to an interstellar businessman by the name of Miles Vahn, Errol was born & raised far from the core planets and instead upon one of the vast colonial frontiers. Errol’s father was an aggressive businessman who founded ErdeCo after liquidizing his 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 his former partners, Miles Vahn found himself desperate to make an impact on the galactic market that was colonial frontiers. As such Errol was born into a cosmic environment that was as underdeveloped as it was underpopulated. Growing up under the shadow of his father’s obsession to succeed in the galactic market was stressful as Errol found duties were being demanded of him straining the relationship with his parents even more.

A young Errol would spend time at his uncle’s home on the colony— a general agriculture procurement, Alen Vahn, lived much simpler with the only threat being the rare fauna that would get out of hand. Enjoying his uncle’s stories of Alderaan was entrancing for Errol and he would begin to almost live at the farm during these years. During this time his uncle would teach him how to fire a rifle and to impress his 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 his uncle. However, Alen Vahn grew sick and passed on from age-related struggles by the time Errol was ten.

A year later, ErdeCo 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 ErdeCo’s carelessness. The family members of these laborers began to riot while other residents threatened to leave if ErdeCo didn’t get its operations in check. This threat against his livelihood caused Miles Vahn to “protect his investment” and hired Mandalorian mercenaries as “quality control”. This 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 Errol’s father only cared about the critical and financial success of his investments and took no shame into admitting it.

Eventually, Errol’s mother snapped. Errol never saw the colony again as he was taken away from its madness to find himself on another planetary hell: Nar Shaddaa. Errol 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 Errol and his friends got caught up into something stupid— an alien named Ardot Fek.

Running with Ardot Fek, a self-proclaimed “supplier” of goods led Errol 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. Errol found himself 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 him down from his repulsion and convinced him it was only adrenaline that he felt and not any false moral consequences. Soon enough, Errol was making enough credits on the side to help keep himself and his mother afloat despite Fek underpaying him and the other youths.

Mandalorian Wars: 3978 BBY - 3960 BBY

By the time the first shots of the Mandalorian Wars were fired Errol had become an adept errand boy and enforcer for Fek; a comfortable agreement that lasted until Fek was shot dead by a bounty hunter named Calo Nord. This circumstance would lead Errol back into unemployment for a time, though despite this circumstance Errol 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.

Eventually, Errol found himself brought into a network of non-mandalorian mercenaries; a brotherhood that worked closely with everyone from gangsters to 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 he would find himself and his fellow brotherhood members on the planet of Cathar and the rest is history— Errol Vahn fought the Mandalorians at every turn for the next decade-and-a-half of his life.

Recent Years: 3959 BBY - 3954 BBY

After the defeats of Malachor V and Coruscant, the galaxy found itself in pieces as it tried to repair itself from the damage. However, the Mandalorians weren’t done and neither was the Republic. But unfortunately, a need for a veteran mercenary wasn’t needed without a direct war to fight and in this time Errol turned to smuggling and smaller jobs that were created due to the repercussions of a war that nearly spanned two decades— people needed help and were willing to sell their last speeder for it. Errol tried not to capitalize on it, but he had his own purpose to meet just the same.

Ultimately, Errol found work through a very obscure enclave…

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@Gowi

Now he's finished, Errol is officially accepted! Throw him up into the characters tab :D

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WIP

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“I shoot people. They fall down. They don’t get back up.”

O V E R V I E W

N A M E

Errol Vahn

A G E

39

G E N D E R

Male

S P E C I E S

Human

H O M E W O R L D

Mindemir

A P P E A R A N C E

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T A L E N T S & B A C K G R O U N D

F O R C E P O T E N C Y

Errol Vahn is not conventionally trained in the force, although he unknowingly has a connection to it.

C O M B A T T A L E N T S

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F E A T S

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D O S S I E R

Early Life: 3991 BBY - 3975 BBY

Born to an interstellar businessman by the name of Miles Vahn, Errol was born & raised far from the core planets and instead upon one of the vast colonial frontiers. Errol’s father was an aggressive businessman who founded ErdeCo after liquidizing his 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 his former partners, Miles Vahn found himself desperate to make an impact on the galactic market that was colonial frontiers. As such Errol was born into a cosmic environment that was as underdeveloped as it was underpopulated. Growing up under the shadow of his father’s obsession to succeed in the galactic market was stressful as Errol found duties were being demanded of him straining the relationship with his parents even more. The immediate threat of hostile aliens, feral wildlife, social unrest, and criminal activity poised trouble to the growing community that ErdeCo had striven to create and one that they not only wanted to succeed—but needed to succeed. This behavior in Errol’s father would only continue to push his relationship with his wife further away at an exponential rate.

A young Errol would spend time at his uncle’s home on the colony— a general agriculture procurement, Alen Vahn, lived much simpler with the only threat being the rare fauna that would get out of hand. Enjoying his uncle’s stories of Alderaan was entrancing for Errol and he would begin to almost live at the farm during these years. During this time his uncle would teach him how to fire a rifle and to impress his 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 his uncle. However, Alen Vahn grew sick and passed on from cancer-related struggles by the time Errol was eleven. A year later, ErdeCo 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 ErdeCo’s carelessness. The family members of these laborers began to riot while other residents threatened to leave if ErdeCo didn’t get its operations in check.

This threat against his livelihood caused Miles Vahn to “protect his investment” and hired a PMC group as “quality control”. This 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 Errol’s father only cared about the critical and financial success of his investments and took no shame into admitting it. Stuck out on their own, the citizens were practically stuck in a corporate dictatorship and Errol’s mother snapped. Errol never saw the colony again as he was taken away from its madness to find himself on another planetary hell: Nar Shaddaa.

Nar Shaddaa was not much for improvement and the alien-centric world that bustled with crime as well as poverty led Errol to have a much harsher childhood than he would have had if he stayed with his father. But like his mother, he sort of saw the benefit of freedom; any freedom, over what they had back on the colony. As humanity was new to the galaxy, the population on Nar Shaddaa had so few of them making it an uphill battle to survive as his mother struggled to find work and make ends meet. Errol himself at this time fell 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 Errol and his friends got caught up into something stupid— an alien named Ardot Fek.

Running with Ardot Fek, a self-proclaimed “supplier” of goods led Errol 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. Errol found himself 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 him down from his repulsion and convinced him it was only adrenaline that he felt and not any false moral consequences. Soon enough, Errol was making enough credits on the side to help keep himself and his mother afloat despite Fek underpaying him and the other youths. However, as nothing lasts forever and Fek ended up ditching the youths on Nar Shaddaa after a bounty hunter had been reported to be on his trail from his previous years leaving Errol with a few credits and a different sense of himself. The gang that remained were scattered; some of Errol’s friends fell into drugs or ended up dead and the few that remained grew distant. Errol was seventeen.

With a few credits to his name and no huge skill-pool, Errol found himself at a disadvantage on Nar Shaddaa and despite his desire to leave the planet he really didn’t have the means or a plan if he even did.

Mandalorian Wars: 3978 BBY - 3960 BBY

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Recent Years: 3959 BBY - 3954 BBY

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@Gowi

Do I even need to say I'm accepting Errol @Gowi?

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There we go, sorry that took so long guys. Had quite an important meeting today and ended up falling asleep afterwards.

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Luthor Antilles

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Valkaina: Council Chambers

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Luthor felt restless standing in the council chambers, which would be barren were it not for the low-legged round marble table and set of five spherical armchairs. The aging Jedi master paced back and forth as he would any day when his schedule was clear, being sure to make himself readily available and easily found for any initiate, trooper or pilot whom needed his attention. With a low grunt he reached into the inside of his robes and pulled forth a holocron, though it was far from ordinary. Whereas a Jedi holocron would usually be of a cubed or dodecahedral shape, this one seemingly morphed and shifted shapes between those and the form of a pyramid, being entirely unable to keep a solid state for any longer than a few seconds once it touched the Jedi master's cold, wrinkled palm. Antilles paused for a moment and then sighed, focusing his energies into the holocron, causing it to activate; as he tapped into the force to make use of the device, a strange, almost solid red goo began to writhe and fluctuate with energy before projecting a blue light towards the Jedi master's face.

"Furthermore this is also the reason there can only be one Dark Lord. The Sith must be ruled by a single leader: the very embodiment of thestrength and power of the dark side. If the leader grows weak another must rise to seize the mantle. The strong rule; the weak are meant to serve. That is the way it must be." He explained, almost matter of factly before quickly ending the recording and hiding away the holocron once more. From the knowledge he'd gained from this holocron, Luthor knew without a doubt that this Sith holocron was even older an artefact than the order had initially believed, and he almost felt guilty adding further knowledge of the dark side to it's databanks. But the man was so resolute in his belief on how to attain a true balance in the force, that he had no qualms adding his own input into this holocron, which oozed with the energies of the dark side into his palm. It was a rare thing, for an artefact to have such influence. But it was a risk he was willing to take.

For knowledge, is power.

Alessia Arvenni

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The Krayt Fang

@Delta44 @The Elvenqueen

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"I believe that course of action would be prudent, yes." Alessia replied to Merak, her well spoken mannersisms sounding slightly less out of place due to Aether's presence. With that, the three of them set off down the hallways towards the cargo hold; where the Blitz Crew had been double-triple checking their equipment since the Fang dropped out of hyperspace. As she'd expected, Craske and his men were standing around, absolutely itching to get into the fray. The padawan looked around the hold at the squad, it was comprised almost entirely of humans. The only exceptions being Errorkh, an incredibly old Trandoshan with almost black-green scxales and a penchant for seeing things burn, Qavii, a Zabrak sniper with a talent the likes of which Alessia had never seen in her relatively short life and of course captain Cato Craske himself. The Echani was visibly displeased with the weight of the snow-white beskar armour that adorned the bodies of he and his team.

"Ten-hut, captain on deck!" Bellowed the gruff and husky voice of captain Craske, being followed by the crunching sound of armoured legs clapping together and soles stepping on the steel flooring of the hold. The team's leader proceeded to eyeball his squad for the slightest movement which had not been requested.Tthe Blitz Crew were an old-school unit as far as republic commando teams were concerned, dating all the way back to the great sith war, and Cato Craske had been around since the unit was formed. A career soldier, Craske's squad said more about his character than any of his actions could.

Alessia would have been lying if she said she wasn't startled by the flawless uniformity of the commandos, it was as the room fell silent again; that she began to speak, but was quickly cut off by Craske. "I weren't talking about you, padawan." He said, almost growling as he spoke. Craske then turned his attention to Merak, awaiting orders for he and his fellows. To an outsider it would seem as though Cato wasn't particularly fond of the Jedi order, though this simply was not the case. The Echani simply had too much respect for the men and women who flew the various fireteams into combat. Something that had gotten him into trouble with a few of the less tame Jedi before.

Maria Arvenni

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Valkaina: The Port

@Sohtem @Zetsuko

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Nodding to Valdis as she neared the ramp she listened to him with intent, Maria joined the captain of the Amber Dragon atop the boarding ramp. Ever since meeting him for the first time Maria always held Valdis in very high regard. As a padawan, Luthor would always tell her and her sister stories of the mandalorian wars, the hardships of a galactic-wide war and of course would teach them the tactics employed by the mandalorians during the campaign. Though he would always tell them he hoped that the war would be over before it was their time to fight it. The woman chuckled to herself slightly, 'look how well that went.' “So what exactly is this mission we’re going on?” Ana had asked, but in truth, Maria didn't know much about this mission either. No-one ever did when they went out on a recruitment mission, pretty much all the details the enclave's spies had managed to get through the channels in the latest update were 'Tatooine, Mos Eisley.' At least they had a starting point this time.

"As far as we know, our target is currently taking an off day on Tatooine. She goes by the name of Harma Allyn and has been working as a mercenary around the galaxy since the war 'ended.'" Maria explained, not a second afterwards the blinking red lights which indicated a vessel being cleared for take off began to flash. With that, she looked to Ana and motioned to the group that the three of them should board the Dragon and perform their prep-work on the ship.

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I'll reply to everyone once I am free :)

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I go out-of-state for like two days guys...

@DirtyDingo So if Harma left what do we do? Valdis and the people that we're going to recruit her I mean

@Zetsuko

We have a couple other people joining, including @Chev's character. I will adjust for it as we go, though IC will continue as though the objective stands.

I must admit @Delta44

"Also, while I do believe that certain machines can display emotion-like responses, I do not believe this one to be such a machine. Therefore it's hard to imagine such a contraption could, in fact, display or sense emotion. Emotions have a deep connection with the Force; machines do not."

I laughed a lot more at this than I feel I should have. I'll get a post up sometime soonish.

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Good to see everyone getting along.

@cunfuzzler

Ayyyy