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Our Final Nights: A World of Darkness Roleplay

Potentially interested if I can figure out the right character idea.

Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

Zena Vale & Vorn Tiger squad, aboard the main hangar of the Relentless Endeavor

The sounds of fists colliding against boxing pads could be heard inside the hangar of the colossal New Republic vessel as the commando attacked them with determination. One hand after another thrust forward in a frantic pace as the Duros wearing the pads on his hands stood his ground firmly. Zena Vale threw a sharp kick into one of them as her entire body shifted, her other leg planted firmly to put the full torque behind her kick. She then athletically maneuvered her form to toss two more rapid punches at the pads. There were a few eyes on them around the duo, including those off a massive Yuzzem who leaned on a crate in otherwise silence. A being of few words Dakkar smirked at the training scene before him between his two squadmates. Above him aboard an X wing sat a Nosaurian, running her finger down a datapad as she read the news briefing on the screen.

"Come on sergeant, you can do better than that. Put some umph into it." Eensil Keeg teased with a laugh, his red eyes narrowed as Zena responded with more aggressive punches at the pads on his hands.

"Please try not to hurt yourselves before we even land planetside." Imik Vebbar exclaimed from behind the others as the squad's medic clipped a few more energy cells to the back of his armor's belt. Alongside a few bacta packs, ideal for blaster wounds. The Mon Calamari was making his final preparations for the operation.

"Oh, relax Veb." Dakkar stated in a deep, placid tone as the medic shook his head as sweat dripped down Zena's face in her training session. It creased through the scar on her cheek but the disciplined soldier fought through the tiredness.

"She's tiring anyway, I think Zena needs some more stamina training. Never know when you might be in a protracted fist fight with a buckethead. Gotta be able to yank that helmet off and pound their skull in." Eeensil said, another directed tease at his superior. In response Zena shifted her stance once more, then sweeped her left leg underneath his own and rapidly moved her foot to the right. As the Duros tumbled down he laid on the ground with another laugh.

"I gun them down before they can get that close, you know that, corporal." Zena stated assertively as a grin slipped onto her face, one of her hands reaching down towards the humbled soldier. Eensil met her hand with his own as she helped him off the hangar floor. As he stood back up he glanced at Dakkar, the massive Yuzzem laughing heartily at the scene.

"Keep laughing furball, I'll remember it next time a blaster is pointed at your ass." He said with a shake of his head as Dakkar continued his laughter. Zena nearly laughing herself as she wiped her brow with a towel, then took a long drink of water.

"I'm the one that has to patch you morons up when you let yourselves get shot up. Always have to pack extra bacta and bandages." The Mon Calamari medic pitched in, now standing with his arms crossed next to Dakkar.

"You might need more than that Veb, we've got another hot drop planetside. They're counting on us to punch a whole in the Imperial defense and carve a path. The man with the most kills gets a drink on me, but if I get the most then you all have to buy me one." Sergeant Vale stated, briefly going over the mission details then placing a wager to liven her well trained team's spirits. The damp tossed over her shoulder, her sleeveless shirt marked with sweat.

"Five Alderaan Twists coming right up. We're gonna have to carry the sarge out of the cantina again." Eensil joked as he leaned against Bima Leapfar's X-Wing, the diminutive Nosaurian having set down her datapad to listen to her commanding officer's speech.

"Bima will probably lead us all again and she doesn't even drink." Imik added.

"That would mean you were all slacking and letting our scout sniper hit those plastic boys before you did," Zena remarked, shooting a nod towards Private Leapfar. "Regardless, we're going to need to bring our A game today. The Empire is on their heels, the New Republic keeps punching at them they will collapse entirely. If their scattered remnants don't eat each other first like starving Krayt dragons."

She was still astounded they had made it this far, the once fledging alliance movement having toppled the fearsome Empire. A true return of democracy and freedom. If only her father could see it, he'd be so damn proud of them all. Her entire family would be proud of her, she just wished she could see them when the job was finally finished. The thought of them once more drew the sadness from her heart, until it shifted to the lust for revenge against the Empire. She would have to clear her mind before the mission launch, as was customary of the driven soldier.

"The flyboys will be giving us and the other ground forces cover, an ample distraction for us to do our job and push on. We'll be landing from a dropship. We have some time to ready up and focus ourselves." Zena stated decisively with a nod, then walked away from her team as she paced towards the Alderaani Fury. As she popped open the cargo compartment and began to put on her battle armor she felt a wave of pride sweep over her. The veteran commando knew it would be another day of victory.

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Master Sergeant Zena Vale

Zena Vale

Race: Human

Faction: New Republic Special Operations (Spec Ops)

Character Alignment: Chaotic good

Character Background: Zena Vale was born on the beautiful Core World of Alderran, twenty four years before its future destruction at the hands of the Empire. Her father Kenall, was a well regarded diplomat in the planetary government. Her mother Wina stayed home caring for Zena and her two younger brothers Crixian and Oran. Zena has the fondest of memories of her gorgeous homeworld, many days of her youth spent running through the boundless fields or swimming in the crystal clear lakes. The world frequently fills her dreams at night and its destruction haunts her thoughts. She showcased intelligence as a student, and it seemed as if she was on track for a highly esteemed position like her father. Zena was kindhearted and sweet as a child, with an eye for the beauty of nature.

As she grew into adulthood she developed an interest in the arts and politics much like her father did. She would end up working for her father as an assistant and later a representative on intergalactic diplomatic endeavours. During this time Zena taught herself to use a blaster, something she would always carry in her missions for her father. She never believed that she would come to depend on blasters to earn her glory. She visited multiple worlds on her diplomatic work, including several of the core worlds and outer rim territories. Despite the rise of the Empire the Alderaani government continued to build strong diplomatic terms with other worlds. Her father was an early contributor to the Alliance to Restore the Republic, though Zena did not involve herself in it until the destruction of her homeworld. Alderaan was the Rebel Alliance's chief backer and had earned the ire of the fierce Galactic Empire.

When the disaster occurred Zena was offworld on Corellia, in Coronet City to negotiate with the local government about trade deals. The announcement of its Alderaan's destruction immediately filled the news and shook Zena to her core. Her entire family had been wiped out, as well as her friends and neighbors. As the death count was announced she broke down in tears whilst she filled with a deep vengeance for the Empire after their unforgivable actions. She remained on Corellia for a few months, having been granted a temporary residence following the unprecedented destruction of her world. The Rebel Alliance seeked her out shortly after that and she eagerly joined up. Contrasting her previous role in the Alderaani government she chose to take up arms against the Imperials. There was no negotiating with such a terrifying force.

Zena underwent weeks of grueling training until she was skilled enough to hold her own on the battlefield. The beautiful diplomat had been molded into a ferocious commando with a bloodlust for Imperials. She participated in the most harrowing missions, operations that struck harshly at the Empire. Often partaking in guerilla operations which resulted in high death counts for both sides. As she gained renown in her early years of action she established her own team of special operations soldiers. Warriors that would happily be plunged behind Imperial lines to wreck havoc and pile up corpses. Vorn Tiger squad was born, aptly named after a viscous apex predator on Alderaan. Sergeant Vale intentionally seeked out soldiers with personal vendettas against the Empire as she believed they'd fight the hardest without regret. Her present day team was pulled together and began work.

Vorn Tiger squad's operations involved planting bombs at Imperial sites, kidnapping high ranking Imperial personal, assassinations of important Imperials and annihilation of strongholds. With every mission they seeked to punch holes in the Empire until they left nothing but a trail of destruction behind them. They earned a reputation as a brutal spec ops team that showed little mercy to the enemy. The brutality they fought with is in part as to why the fiercely loyal Zena has not been granted further promotions. As well as the fact that she's turned down every single one which would take her away from her squad. As the days of the war waned down she could feel something big about to happen.

During the battle of Endor her squad were deployed on another world taking part in an insurgent operation. As Vorn Tiger squad heard news of the second Death Star's destruction and the Emperor's death they toasted to finishing off the Empire. As the New Republic was born her team have continued to do missions under the banner, never putting down their arms against the scattered remnants of the Empire. Several of her team fell in action over the years and they were properly mourned, as new additions were brought on board. Zena continues to wage the fight against the Empire, eager as ever with vengeance for her homeworld constantly in her heart.

Character Personality: Sergeant Vale is a hardy woman with an obvious vendetta against the Empire for the destruction of her homeworld. It is unrelenting in its fury, and never-ending in its scope. She treats Imperials with no respect and is brutal in her actions against them. She takes pride in causing destruction against them, so much so that her team has been instructed by Republic command to tone it down. An order which they frequently disregard. She's utterly ruthless in her actions against the Empire. The viciousness of which she and her squad acts against the Empire is something to be noted, it is a take no prisoners streak of pure brutality. She has no qualms with doing practically anything that will hurt the Empire, not caring for granting any mercy. Zena possesses an intelligent tactical mind, with well versed knowledge of battle planning. She's a charismatic figure within Vorn Tiger squad, which the soldiers under her command follow her without question. She is not stubborn and will frequently seek out advice from her troopers.

Zena has a friendly deposition to most, frequently pitching friendly jokes at the expense of others. She still has a chip on her shoulder over Alderaan's destruction, which she refuses to ever stop letting drive her. She rarely speaks of her life before her homeworld was annihilated, having found her place in the Rebellion. She's close with all her squadmates, willing to die for any of them as much as they'd die for her. Zena is glad they finally toppled the Empire but knows the job is not finished, she only hopes the New Republic does not stop the fight until the entirety of the Empire is dissolved and destroyed. Until that day she refuses to put down her rifle.

Character's Physical description: Sergeant Vale stands 182 centimeters in height with an athletic figure befitting a trained commando. Her eye are brown in color, often with an intense gaze in them. Her skin is a tan shade while her hair is black and often tied back in a short ponytail. A noticeable scar marks the skin near her left cheekbone, while others dot her body. Her facial features can be considered attractive but she is not one to wear makeup or fancy clothing. When in casual settings she tends to prefer simple, comfortable clothing. She has several tattoos on her figure, most notably the rebel insignia on her right arm just above the elbow and a snarling Vorn Tiger branded on the middle of her chest. It is the insignia of her Spec Ops team, which she wears with pride. Her left arm is also composed of a sleeve of various lettering and art.

Character Class: Special Operations soldier

Items: A280 blaster rifle, DL-18 blaster pistol, Vibroknife, thermal detonators, smoke grenades, remote explosive charges, grappling hook, rations, canteen of water, credit chip, her armor and a commlink.

Zena also owns an A wing, the Alderaani Fury. She has had the spacecraft for several years, while its marked up with scratches and dents it still flies as well as the first day she flew it. The Fury is her chosen starfighter for practically any mission involving flight, it has never let her down.

Supporting Characters:

• Eensil Keeg - A Duros rifleman and loyal friend of Zena. He is a longtime member of the Rebel Alliance, now the New Republic. Corporal Keeg continues to follow Zena on operations against the scattered Imperials, effectively serving as her second in command.
• Imik Vebbar - A former slave of the Empire, the Mon Calamari fought to liberate his homeworld from Imperial control. He then took up arms besides Zena to continue the fight in other sectors. Imik serves as the medic for Vorn Tiger squad.
• Bima Leapfar - An ex Imperial slave, turned hunter of Imperials. Despite her short stature at 1.5 meters the Nosaurianis quick on her feet and deadly with her rifle. She serves as the squad's sniper, often leading recon ahead of the rest of the squad. Bima is equipped with an E-11s sniper rifle, having taken one of the Empire's signature firearms to use against them.
• Dakkar - The muscle of Vorn Tiger squad, Dakkar was briefly employed as a slave by the Empire before he broke away and joined the Rebellion. The imposing Yuzzem stands at seven feet in height with enough strength to hipfire a DLT-19 heavy blaster rifle with relative precision. He is the team's chief machine gunner.

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Master Sergeant Zena Vale

Zena Vale

Race: Human

Faction: New Republic Special Operations (Spec Ops)

Character Alignment: Chaotic good

Character Background: Zena Vale was born on the beautiful Core World of Alderran, twenty four years before its future destruction at the hands of the Empire. Her father Kenall, was a well regarded diplomat in the planetary government. Her mother Wina stayed home caring for Zena and her two younger brothers Crixian and Oran. Zena has the fondest of memories of her gorgeous homeworld, many days of her youth spent running through the boundless fields or swimming in the crystal clear lakes. The world frequently fills her dreams at night and its destruction haunts her thoughts. She showcased intelligence as a student, and it seemed as if she was on track for a highly esteemed position like her father. Zena was kindhearted and sweet as a child, with an eye for the beauty of nature.

As she grew into adulthood she developed an interest in the arts and politics much like her father did. She would end up working for her father as an assistant and later a representative on intergalactic diplomatic endeavours. During this time Zena taught herself to use a blaster, something she would always carry in her missions for her father. She never believed that she would come to depend on blasters to earn her glory. She visited multiple worlds on her diplomatic work, including several of the core worlds and outer rim territories. Despite the rise of the Empire the Alderaani government continued to build strong diplomatic terms with other worlds. Her father was an early contributor to the Alliance to Restore the Republic, though Zena did not involve herself in it until the destruction of her homeworld. Alderaan was the Rebel Alliance's chief backer and had earned the ire of the fierce Galactic Empire.

When the disaster occurred Zena was offworld on Corellia, in Coronet City to negotiate with the local government about trade deals. The announcement of its Alderaan's destruction immediately filled the news and shook Zena to her core. Her entire family had been wiped out, as well as her friends and neighbors. As the death count was announced she broke down in tears whilst she filled with a deep vengeance for the Empire after their unforgivable actions. She remained on Corellia for a few months, having been granted a temporary residence following the unprecedented destruction of her world. The Rebel Alliance seeked her out shortly after that and she eagerly joined up. Contrasting her previous role in the Alderaani government she chose to take up arms against the Imperials. There was no negotiating with such a terrifying force.

Zena underwent weeks of grueling training until she was skilled enough to hold her own on the battlefield. The beautiful diplomat had been molded into a ferocious commando with a bloodlust for Imperials. She participated in the most harrowing missions, operations that struck harshly at the Empire. Often partaking in guerilla operations which resulted in high death counts for both sides. As she gained renown in her early years of action she established her own team of special operations soldiers. Warriors that would happily be plunged behind Imperial lines to wreck havoc and pile up corpses. Vorn Tiger squad was born, aptly named after a viscous apex predator on Alderaan. Sergeant Vale intentionally seeked out soldiers with personal vendettas against the Empire as she believed they'd fight the hardest without regret. Her present day team was pulled together and began work.

Vorn Tiger squad's operations involved planting bombs at Imperial sites, kidnapping high ranking Imperial personal, assassinations of important Imperials and annihilation of strongholds. With every mission they seeked to punch holes in the Empire until they left nothing but a trail of destruction behind them. They earned a reputation as a brutal spec ops team that showed little mercy to the enemy. The brutality they fought with is in part as to why the fiercely loyal Zena has not been granted further promotions. As well as the fact that she's turned down every single one which would take her away from her squad. As the days of the war waned down she could feel something big about to happen.

During the battle of Endor her squad were deployed on another world taking part in an insurgent operation. As Vorn Tiger squad heard news of the second Death Star's destruction and the Emperor's death they toasted to finishing off the Empire. As the New Republic was born her team have continued to do missions under the banner, never putting down their arms against the scattered remnants of the Empire. Several of her team fell in action over the years and they were properly mourned, as new additions were brought on board. Zena continues to wage the fight against the Empire, eager as ever with vengeance for her homeworld constantly in her heart.

Character Personality: Sergeant Vale is a hardy woman with an obvious vendetta against the Empire for the destruction of her homeworld. It is unrelenting in its fury, and never-ending in its scope. She treats Imperials with no respect and is brutal in her actions against them. She takes pride in causing destruction against them, so much so that her team has been instructed by Republic command to tone it down. An order which they frequently disregard. She's utterly ruthless in her actions against the Empire. The viciousness of which she and her squad acts against the Empire is something to be noted, it is a take no prisoners streak of pure brutality. She has no qualms with doing practically anything that will hurt the Empire, not caring for granting any mercy. Zena possesses an intelligent tactical mind, with well versed knowledge of battle planning. She's a charismatic figure within Vorn Tiger squad, which the soldiers under her command follow her without question. She is not stubborn and will frequently seek out advice from her troopers.

Zena has a friendly deposition to most, frequently pitching friendly jokes at the expense of others. She still has a chip on her shoulder over Alderaan's destruction, which she refuses to ever stop letting drive her. She rarely speaks of her life before her homeworld was annihilated, having found her place in the Rebellion. She's close with all her squadmates, willing to die for any of them as much as they'd die for her. Zena is glad they finally toppled the Empire but knows the job is not finished, she only hopes the New Republic does not stop the fight until the entirety of the Empire is dissolved and destroyed. Until that day she refuses to put down her rifle.

Character's Physical description: Sergeant Vale stands 182 centimeters in height with an athletic figure befitting a trained commando. Her eye are brown in color, often with an intense gaze in them. Her skin is a tan shade while her hair is black and often tied back in a ponytail. A noticeable scar marks the skin near her left cheekbone, while others dot her body. Her facial features can be considered attractive but she is not one to wear makeup or fancy clothing. When in casual settings she tends to prefer simple, comfortable clothing. She has several tattoos on her figure, most notably the rebel insignia on her right arm just above the elbow and a snarling Vorn Tiger branded on the middle of her chest. It is the insignia of her Spec Ops team, which she wears with pride. Her left arm is also composed of a sleeve of various lettering and art.

Character Class: Special Operations soldier

Items: A280 blaster rifle, DL-18 blaster pistol, Vibroknife, thermal detonators, smoke grenades, remote explosive charges, grappling hook, rations, canteen of water, credit chip, her armor and a commlink.

Zena also owns an A wing, the Alderaani Fury. She has had the spacecraft for several years, while its marked up with scratches and dents it still flies as well as the first day she flew it. The Fury is her chosen starfighter for practically any mission involving flight, it has never let her down.

Supporting Characters:

• Eensil Keeg - A Duros rifleman and loyal friend of Zena. He is a longtime member of the Rebel Alliance, now the New Republic. Corporal Keeg continues to follow Zena on operations against the scattered Imperials, effectively serving as her second in command.
• Imik Vebbar - A former slave of the Empire, the Mon Calamari fought to liberate his homeworld from Imperial control. He then took up arms besides Zena to continue the fight in other sectors. Imik serves as the medic for Vorn Tiger squad.
• Bima Leapfar - An ex Imperial slave, turned hunter of Imperials. Despite her short stature at 1.5 meters the Nosaurianis quick on her feet and deadly with her rifle. She serves as the squad's sniper, often leading recon ahead of the rest of the squad. Bima is equipped with an E-11s sniper rifle, having taken one of the Empire's signature firearms to use against them.
• Dakkar - The muscle of Vorn Tiger squad, Dakkar was briefly employed as a slave by the Empire before he broke away and joined the Rebellion. The imposing Yuzzem stands at seven feet in height with enough strength to hipfire a DLT-19 heavy blaster rifle with relative precision. He is the team's chief machine gunner.

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Knight Commander Dredar Ragant and Lord Koren Ozzel, Lord Imperium's office, Coruscant

The elevator ride up to Lord Ozell’s office was a silent one as Dredar patiently waited for it to reach its destination. As it rose he gently lifted his helmet off his head and examined it. The Force user turned the visor towards his head and stared at a small but noticeable scratch on the upper right side. That had been where it impacted against the walkway when he dropped it in the vault of Sith artifacts. He barely even remembered doing it, it was as if he had been momentarily entranced as soon as he noted one of the ancient masks worn by a long dead Sith lord. The head of the Imperial Knights could not turn his eyes away from it, he could still feel the vibrations of the dark side emit inside his mind. Though they were far weaker than when he stood in the room of artifacts.

Then Dredar clipped the helmet to his belt as the elevator stopped before its doors slid open automatically. He emerged into a short hallway which led to the Imperial Lord’s office. Two of the imposing battle droids that Ozell favored were stationed outside of it. As he approached the door he gave both the machines a brief but cold glance. Neither one seemed to even look at him as the door came open right as he stepped in front of it. As the man stepped through he looked briefly around the office. Ozell had always been a pragmatic man, in the years that Dredar had known him he never struck him as one to splash credits on vane decorations.

“Lord Imperium, I am here as you summoned me. What do you ask of me?” Dredar asked calmly, as he bowed briefly to his respected superior and long time acquaintance.

Koren turned from the window and nodded back at the Knight Commander. At first Koren had been unsure on whether or not to have them within the command structure, where they would fit and how it would work. Though the Imperial Knights were fast becoming one of his most effective and popular assets. Their numbers were still few, but with most of their efforts focused on Coruscant many of the people who hadn’t felt the protection of the law for years were now feeling safe and secure. He just knew to keep his eye on them, he may not have been able to touch the Force he had seen enough non-force wielders get power hungry and those with the Force had an advantage he’ll never know.

“Privacy mode.” The windows went from clear to opaque and there was a clunk at the door as it locked, a low hum started to permeate the room. Sitting at his desk he indicated for the Knight Commander to sit as well.

“I’m sending you on a diplomatic mission to meet with a former Imperial Task Force that should be somewhere in the region of Mygeeto. Spies in the region seem to think that they have aligned themselves with a new form of Confederacy. I would like you to try and establish some form of diplomatic alliance with them.” He sighed as he leant forwards. “I won’t lie to you Dredar, while we are moving from strength to strength we cannot hold off the New Republic should they continue to advance. Now we can’t deal with them, too many of the Old Guard would see that as capitulating to the Rebel Alliance, and would only offer authority to the group that got the Emperor and Darth Vader killed. Instead, by joining forces with other groups I hope that we can project enough strength to make them think twice about attacking us. If they come to us with a negotiation, it shows strength. We just need to get our forces to that point, starting with the Confederacy.” He sat back waiting for the Knight Commander's response.

Dredar listened silently as Ozel informed him of his mission. It was the first real information he’d heard of the resurgent Confederacy. The mention of them brought up memories from his days fighting in the Clone Wars against their droid armies. While the leadership of the original confederacy had been slain it appeared they too had been reborn, much like the Empire had been. If they aligned with the Imperium then they would stand as a formidable ally, the Lord’s words did ring with logic as they always seemed to.

“A diplomatic mission like this should be an interesting experience. It is wise to make our position known to this Confederacy before they grow further. The rebels could stand as a threat to them too.” He stated calmly, proud to be sent as an important representative for the Imperium. It was different from his usual missions, reminiscent of the tasks Jedi of old often handled.

“The rebels believe they have the advantage. I wouldn’t put it past those scum to try a bold attack against the Imperium.” He added cautiously, the anger evident in his tone as he spoke. Dredar always felt the rage fire up inside of him when he thought of how the rebels killed the Emperor and Lord Vader.

“Do you have any specific instructions or advice for me for these negotiations, sir?” He asked the typically well informed head of the Imperium.

Koren nodded along. “No. Try to deal directly with the former Imperials, I’m not entirely sure who is leading their operation though I know the Juno was stationed to a battlegroup out there, there was some form of mutiny after Endor so we’re not entirely sure who has taken command nor if they are anti-Imperial sympathisers. So I’d recommend taking a squad, take Dark Troopers if you wish. I’m assigning you the personal command of the Nightfury. Raider Class, upgraded to the mark two and brought up to modern standards. Go in, negotiate and see if they’d be willing to deal, find out what they want if they do. We can’t offer manpower, but we have ships and production facilities, droids, credits and raw resources. Once you know what it will take contact me directly, and we’ll see about making it happen.”

“Understood, it shall be done, Lord Imperium.” Dredar replied with a nod, somewhat surprised to find himself given command of a larger ship for the mission. But it would come much more in handy than his TIE fighter if the negotiations went catastrophically south.

The Knight Commander hoped the rebels had not already reached out to negotiate with the reborn Confederacy. That would add another, complicated layer to the mission. He still harbored a great deal of fury against this unjust ‘New Republic’ which was built upon the graves of millions of loyal Imperials. But Dredar could not allow such thoughts interfere with the negotiations. Such matters required a calm, delicate hand.

Koren stood up. “Very good. I knew I could rely on you-” He stood up, though as he started to turn away he paused. “-I’d like you to station two Knights here before you go. I know typically I find it better for them to be off doing their own duties though with the rebels closing in I can’t dispel the possibility of them using some underhanded tactics in order to take us down from the inside. They have proven they’re willing to target the leadership to destabilise before a major offensive, lets not let them make the same move twice.”

There was still the report on his desk, detailing Dredars recent venture into vaults previously locked since Palpatine left for Endor. He’d keep an eye on it. “If there is nothing else, go meet your crew and get underway.”

“Certainly, sir. Most of the knights are out seeking new recruits in Imperium space or training them. I shall have knights Myla Alycorr and Vero Shif stationed here at your request immediately. Both are two of our finest newly anointed knights. They will not disappoint you, Lord Imperium.” Dredar stated assertively, then bowed once more to the leader of the Imperium. The Knight Commander concluded their briefing as he walked out of the Lord Imperium’s office without further words.

As he exited the office he strolled towards the elevator as he passed by the same droids from before. Once again he paid them no attention as he silently stepped inside the elevator. Dredar’s mind was on his assignment to Mygeeto, the frigid world located in the unpredictable Outer Rim territories. During the Clone Wars it was the site of a fierce battle though Dredar did not participate in it during his time fighting. The mention of the Clone Wars made him think of his old master, Vavi Mitrin. Dredar liked to think the wise Mirialan would be proud of his padawan’s will to survive and adapt in the unpredictable galaxy.

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Dredar Ragant, aboard the Vigilance, Coruscant

The advanced TIE fighter glided gracefully with purpose through the open skies of the Grand Imperium's capital world. The sky lanes were filled with all manner of traffic as they always were. Even from the first day he'd set foot upon the bustling world when he was a young boy, all those years ago. The nonstop traffic and noise, it made it near impossible for him to sleep. Now it was the only noise that helped his slumber, he'd grown so accustom to it. He stared out the main viewport as his starfighter screamed through the skies with a concentrated streamline. Through his Imperial Knight helmet he stared intently at his destination as the towering structure came into a clearer view. A rare smirk etched its way onto his face as he slowed his craft's flight in preparation for landing at one of the pads extending out from the tower. With a hum his starfighter descended from the skies then landed calmly on the pad, Dredar then switched off his vessel as he silenced the howls of the engine.

Then the Force user emerged and he hopped down silently as the cockpit closed itself behind him. Dredar strolled wordlessly across one of the walkways on the exterior of the Grand Medical Facility. He had not come here for medical reasons though, it was rare that anyone did these days. The facility was guarded by a skeleton crew of stormtroopers while the medical staff were entirely droids, the one time that Dredar had been brought here was following his first encounter with Lord Vader. The highly powerful Sith lord was the one that showed Dredar the ways of the dark side and gave the then runaway Jedi a proper lesson in the perils of holding back. The Imperial knight would always hold gratitude in his heart for the esteemed Sith, freeing him from the weakness which plagued him. Even if it cost him a hand, it was a worthy teaching.

The door came open automatically as Dredar stepped through into one of the hallways of the medical facility. He walked the curving hallway calmly, as he gave a glance sideways out the windows to the planetwide city below the tower. He was delighted the Empire had maintained control of it and garrisoned it properly. A rebel attack on it would be suicide. As the imposing man walked down the hallway he came face to face with a duo of bored looking stormtroopers. Not expecting the arrival of him they hesitated for a moment before giving standard salutes to Dredar. The Imperial knight nodded wordlessly to both of the soldiers then stepped through the doorway. He was met with another hallway, with multiple doors along each side which served as hospital rooms. The former inquisitorius wagered they were most if not all empty at the moment, though the medical droids which staffed the building still acted out their programming. A few more bored stormtroopers milled around, but snapped into top shape as Dredar appeared before them.

"Are you in need of medical attention, sir?" A grey protocol droid asked in a curious tone from its standing position at a console behind the main desk. Dredar glanced at the robotic being and shook his head as he spoke out.

"No, I am here on other matters, in the lower levels of this facility." He replied as the droid nearly interrupted him to muster its own reply of denial.

"The lowermost levels are strictly off limits to all but those with top level clearance, sir." The protocol droid's words tinged with certainty, speaking from a long written ago command.

"I have that. You will let me in, I have total clearance from direct orders of Lord Ozzel, and as the Knight Commander of the Imperial Knights. Do not dare to defy me, droid." Dredar exclaimed impatiently, his prosthetic fist clenched tightly as he spoke. The tone in his voice drawing the eyes of the patrolling stormtroopers who looked at the developing scene silently.

"One moment, sir," The droid replied, sensing the tension in Dredar's words as it tapped at the console rapidly. Then looked back towards the head Knight. "My greatest apologies for the delay, sir. You may proceed."

As the droid finished its speaking the Force user walked off silently, clearing his thoughts of the brief annoyance. He wagered he was the first one to demand entry into the lower levels since Lord Vader of the Emperor. He had found himself in elite company in that regard. Dredar marched towards the elevator at the end of the hallway, and as he stepped inside he blinked at the sensation which tinged at his senses. It caused him to draw in his breath as the elevator doors shut themselves and he pressed the button for the bottom floor. As the elevator descended downwards it was as if the sensation clawed at his bones and traced its fingertips down his spine. He shut his eyes in a wordless resistance as the dark side seeped from the lowest level of the building. He'd been in the deepest ends of the dark side in his previous days in the Empire, as the Eleventh Brother of the inquisitors. He still clung on to some of his dark side teachings, but forced himself to abandon the most worrisome elements of it which he deemed incompatible with the tenets of his new order.

As he stepped foot off the elevator he felt a hunger to embrace those exact elements. To plunge himself into the darkness and become like Vader, Sidious and those that walked in the dark side before even them. Dredar resisted the urge as he stared upon the assembled Sith artifacts before him. Ancient lightsabers of fallen Sith sat in glass cases, each one permeated with the dark side of the force. Practically every single artifact in here did. He wondered how the Emperor had accumulated such a wealth of priceless items, many dating back thousands of years. As Dredar walked the walkway his eyes drifted downwards to to a repository of kyber crystals. Enough to make a massive amount of crimson corrupted lightsabers. It was where his inquisitor lightsaber had come from, the one which he had mounted on the walls of his personal chambers. Voices seemed to scream out to him to take that weapon once more and embrace the ways of the Sith as his paramount teachings. He shook his head and took another deep breath as he continued in his stride.

The mask of a long fallen Sith lord sat before him, mounted alongside several others. Dredar stared upon it intensely, as he subconsciously shifted his hands towards his own helmet. The man's fingers grasped the bottom sides of the his helmet and lifted it off his head. Then he dropped it without a thought, the hard metal helm clanging against the walkway loudly before resting on the floor beside him. His gloved fingertips reached for the Sith mask which his eyes had focused on, then held it as he continued his gaze. As Dredar brought it closer towards his eyes he felt a long dead voice scream at him to don it. He could not even wager a true guess as to how old the mask was, or how powerful the being that had wore it first was. The Force user brought it closer, then lifted it towards the ceiling above his head. At the last moment he resisted, the dark side suffocating his thoughts as he placed it back on its display and continued down the walkway. His Imperial Knight helmet still laid on the floor as the man walked barefaced in the Sith gallery.

The final items of the collection which he laid his hazel shaded eyes upon were the most alluring to the Force attuned being. An imposing Sith holocron, pyramid in its structure and fiercely large in its stature. It came from the original Sith homeworld, which was now simply a red sanded ruin. The artifact directly next to it drew his attention even more so, a holocron repository. Two of the pyramids on top of each other in a parallel fashion, with an opening in the center. It was compact enough that Dredar could carry it with ease. The dark knowledge within it must have contained holocrons made by all sorts of powerful Sith. He reached his right hand out to it, then placed his natural fingers on top of it gently. As his fingertips made contact he felt a powerful shiver ripple through his mind, as the Imperial knight went wide eyed in shock. His hand shook as it rested on top of the repository, practically pleading with the rest of him to take it and go. To study its contents to become more powerful than any Sith before him.

The dark side swirled around him as if a haze had swept through the room. Pleasure filled whispers of endless power, unbridled victory and temptations of galactic domination. Dredar found it increasingly difficult to think his own thoughts and to breath. His head was a whirlpool of dark side abled visions, each more alluring than the last. He tried to regain his self control as he forced himself to explunge this invading darkness. Then Dredar ripped his hand off the artifact and stepped back from the repository. He was no Sith, his days in the true darkness were now just lessons and memories. He gave the beguiling ancient item one last look then turned his back without more glances.

As he walked back towards the elevator he scooped his helmet where it landed, then Dredar slid it onto his head as he moved back into the elevator. Through the visor of his helmet he gave the Sith collection a last gaze, the dark side in the room seeping itself away as he ascended upwards back to the first floor.

He'd make sure he was the only one that knew of this place, such a collection of dark artifact couldn't fall into the wrong set of hands. It would be sealed off for anyone beside him, and he'd try his damnedest to stave off the seduction to return to it. But as Dredar exited the elevator and made his way out of the facility his thoughts dwelled on the Sith holocron repository. The visions it teased him with as well as the pure power he felt examining it. Two legendary Sith lords had built the Empire the Grand Imperium had been birthed from. Such temptation was exceedingly dangerous and life altering, but Dredar could not extinguish the allure from his mind.

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Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

Dredar Ragant

Dredar Ragant

Race: Human

Faction: Imperial Knights of the Grand Imperium

Character Alignment: Lawful Evil

Character Background: Dredar was born to a family of farmers on the quiet world of Dantooine, away from the constant wars and chaos of the greater galaxy. For the first five years of his life he lived on his homeworld until a wandering Jedi knight discovered his Force sensitivity. After that life changing moment he was taken offworld to the galactic capital of Coruscant. The busting city covered planet was a far cry from his docile homeworld, a radical change of scenery. It was a difficult transition for the young boy, being taken away from his family for hood. But Dredar was destined to become a fabled Jedi, the warrior peacekeepers of the galaxy. His father had told him tales of them as bed time stories, and now the boy was on the path to becoming one. He showcased ability and potential, passing his initiate trials with ease. After that he progressed to become a Jedi padawan and was taken as an apprentice by the Jedi knight, Vavi Mitrin.

The padawan years were a difficult one, Master Mitrin was a demanding but not unforgiving teacher. He was a skilled master who specialized in lightsaber combat but was also talented with using the Force. He'd expect only the best from Dredar and the padawan would frequently showcase his best. The martial areas of a Jedi came naturally to Dredar as he excelled in the more aggressive forms of lightsaber combat. Their missions together often involved defending civilians from raiders, slavers and pirates, the very worst of the galaxy. Through these encounters the young Jedi would frequently see the dark and twisted side of the galaxy, beyond the beautiful worlds of the Republic. He'd face his first brushes with the dark side of the Force. One of the most notable incidents involved him being seperated from Master Mitrin and surrounded by slavers. After being struck with a grazing blaster bolt he felt his adrenaline and pain amplify himself then followed it up by viciously lashing out at his opponents.

When his master found him Dredar was in the process of shoving his lightsaber blade through the gut of a surrendering slaver, adding to the group of broken and carved corpses that had amounted. All from the padawan tapping into the dark side. Mitrin reprimanded his apprentice strongly as he attempted to vanquish any future encounters with the dark side from the young Jedi's mind. His brief descent would serve as a constant reminder for Dredar, an event which would impact him greatly down the road. Both Jedi did their best to move on from the moment as the breakout of the Clone Wars drew nearer. The duo would find themselves plunged into battles which neither of them could find any prior comparison too. While fighting raiders and slavers were brutal, deadly missions they did not compare to war. Nothing even came close.

The scenes of battles against the Confederacy were unlike he'd anything else he'd ever been through. The constant death and destruction, the accumulated bodies of clone troopers, Jedi and civilians. His previous missions with his master had shown Dredar how unsettling the galaxy could get, and he liked to believe he handled it better than many Jedi did. He'd engage in several battles across worlds alongside Master Mitrin, repelling the droid forces in defense of the Republic. Unbeknownst to Dredar and every other Jedi, their order's time would draw to an end sooner than any of them had ever expected. Order 66 range out across the stars, and the once fiercely loyal clone troopers turned on their Jedi commanders.

The teenaged padawan and his master had been stationed on Allyuen where they were assisting with the cleanup following a long battle with separatist forces. Dredar was helping some of the civilians sheltering from the battle, when he sensed ten clone troopers approach him and Master Mitrin. As the Jedi looked to see why the soldiers had approached them he watched as they leveled their weapons at both him and his master then opened. Master Mitrin put himself in front of Dredar to protect his weaker padawan, as he tried his damnedest to fend off the sudden betrayal. A trio of clone troopers went down from deflections before Mitrin collapsed in a volley of blaster bolts. Dredar screamed in shock as he charged at the attackers, carving through them as quickly as he could. His emotions rocketing inside of him until he was the last one standing. He didn't even have a moment to try to collect his fallen master before more clones approached him as they fired off more shots in his direction. The Jedi darted into the wilderness of the world, as deep as he could run.

Once he felt he was far enough in that the clones wouldn't find him he fell to his knees and broke down, shattering emotionally from the sudden betrayal of their once trusted soldiers and the rapid death of his master. He blamed himself for it, for not being able to keep Master Mitrin alive. Still, he forced himself to push on, it was what his master would've wanted him to do. For nearly two weeks Dredar survived in the wilderness, using the survival techniques his master had instilled in him when his rations were gone. He re-emerged in the spaceport of the world at the height of nightime. He snuck aboard a merchant's vessel and stowed himself away without the faintest clue where it was headed. As it landed he crept out, to find himself on Nar Shaddaa, the notorious Hutt controlled world. Outside of Republic space and hopefully far enough from the treacherous clones.

On that dangerous planet Dredar took on a new identity, as he watched the Republic fall into becoming the merciless Galactic Empire. His kind were branded as traitors and hunted down throughout the galaxy. Nar Shaddaa in a way was a blessing for him to have found himself on, he could blend himself into the endless crowds as just another face. It was a brutal, unhappy life but it was better than death. He stowed away his lightsaber and forced himself to learn how to use a blaster pistol. He'd take a job in a slummier district of the world as a helping hand in a speeder repair shop. As he blossomed into adult hood and gradually lost touch with the ways of the Jedi. The unforgiving ways of Nar Shadaa had its effects on him. He'd spend almost ten years on the vicious world, eventually climbing to become a mechanic in a more prosperous shop.

For once in his life of exile he felt safety, until a dark cloaked figure wandered into his shop and ignited a red bladed lightsaber. Dredar pleaded with the man, an inquisitor working for the Empire to hunt down rogue Jedi. He swore he was no Jedi, but the man tore through these words. The Jedi did the only thing he could do, he ran back home to his humble apartment. He attempted to lose the dark sider in the crowds and as he made it home he truly believed he had succeeded. He gathered up what little items he could, including his lightsaber and made a beeline for the nearest port. As Dredar turned down an alley he felt eyes watching him from above, as the Inquisitorius landed in front of him with their blade drawn.

The runaway Jedi had nowhere left to flee, and reluctantly drew his own lightsaber. The last few times he'd ignited the weapon were in solitary training sessions to try to prepare himself for this exact moment. The two clashed, filling the alley with the sounds of fierce lightsaber combat. Dredar briefly held the advantage, the naturally talented and well trained rogue Jedi calling back the techniques he'd been taught. But he ultimately not matched for the inquisitor, their constant training and battles with Jedi. He watched as his Jedi lightsaber was severed in half at the hilt, the inquisitor complimenting his attempted resistance as he held the crimson blade to Dredar's throat. He stared up at his attackers, no fear in his eyes as he attempted to bring himself to peace, focusing on a reunion in the afterlife with his long departed master. Instead he felt the inquisitor's boot slam into his temple and knock him out cold, unconscious but alive. A result the Jedi at the time would not have taken over death.

Dredar would awake to find himself in a strange new place, far from Nar Shadaa. The inquisitor who had captured him began to torture him brutally, scarred his skin and twisted his mind to force him to reach for the dark side. The former Jedi had his share of brushes with the dark side and fell easier than others did. Then Dredar was brought before the infamous Darth Vader and made to train. The rush of combat came back to the fallen Jedi, and he showed promise in becoming a future inquisitor. Despite this, as customary with other new inquisitors he'd watch as Vader severed his left lower arm clean off. As Dredar screamed in shock the Sith lord told him it was to teach him what happens when he lost, there would be no mercy for such failures in the Empire. He would continue to suffer sessions of torture, and be fed Imperial propaganda until he had fully cracked, pledging himself to the Empire. As he knelt before Darth Vader his former name was wiped away, and he was proclaimed as the Eleventh Brother.

The Eleventh Brother crafted himself a crimson red bladed lightsaber of the inquisitor, and donned the armor as he was set upon the greater galaxy to hunt down Jedi and force sensitive children. One of his most notable encounters included hunting down Iwil Rinam, a former friend of his when they were both Jedi. He'd successfully converted the twi'lek to the dark side. His years as an inquisitor were well served, earning him praise within the Empire. He'd been alone so long on Nar Shaddaa that even acceptance in the brutal Empire was pleasing. It was part of the reason he'd become so fanatically devoted to the Empire and their ideals. During these years the Eleventh Brother developed a friendship with Koren Ozell, the future Lord of the Grand Imperium. He'd frequently partake in missions within the Governor's territory and respected the intelligent man.

Still, he was helpless to watch as the Empire fell. The man who had trained him, Darth Vader perished alongside with the great Emperor Palpatine. The Empire broke apart, as the Eleventh Brother aligned himself completely with Ozell's remnant. The inquisitors had lost their use in the shattered Empire, yet he had plenty of opportunity in Ozell's resurgent Empire. Dredar would play a key part in consolidating the man's power, undertaking key missions to build the Grand Imperium. Along the way he established his own order of Force users, the Imperial Knights. They were pledged to no creed or side of the Force, instead to the Empire and its eternal power. They were a better, more refined answer to the New Republic's new Jedi Order. He's tasked himself with building this order, recruiting Force sensitives within the Empire of any age and species. While thoughts of greater power stir within his thoughts.

Character Personality: Dredar is a complicated man who has seen both the light and dark side of the Force, giving him a unique outlook on the ways of the Force and life itself. For nearly the entirety of his adult life he has been a part of the Galactic Empire and has developed a strong loyalty to its ideals, even in its collapse then restructure as the Grand Imperium. Dredar has a reputation as someone who does not lie, his honesty is the blunt variety. He is a lawful figure, who is quick to take firm and certain action against those that wronged him or the Empire. He is typically against cold blooded murder, but has had moments of rage where hes lashed out and struck down people. In general these types of brash, unexpected moments are far and in between as Dredar tends to keep a very composed figure. He's logic minded, pragmatic person who is willing to give his life to uphold his ideals.

One of the ideals he focused on with the creation of his Imperial Knights is the abdication of loyalty to either side of the Force, Dredar is much the same. While he tends to lean dark, drawing power from his emotions and pain he is not needlessly sadistic or cruel. He does have a desire for power, to grow stronger to the point where he is unopposed. Inwardly his thoughts have been building against being ordered around, though the birth of the Imperial Knights has helped with that. These more radical thoughts have been dismissed as doomed at the moment.

Character's Physical description: Dredar is an imposing figure, with a stature standing at three inches over six feet in height and an athletic frame. Smiles rarely etch their way onto his facial features, and his hazel colored eyes are often cast in glares. His light brown hair is at near shoulder length while his face is constantly shaven clean of any facial hair. He walks with a purposeful, fearless stride. His left arm below the elbow is entirely robotic and he does not speak of how he lost the half limb.

Character Class: Force Sensitive head of the Imperial Knights

Items: Dredar carries a single white bladed lightsaber, a commlink device, a credit chip, several thermal detonators, rations and a wrist mounted grappling hook within his armor. His armor, the attire of the Imperial Knights is akin to a stormtrooper's armor albeit with alterations. It is more lightweight in its creation while still providing a good deal of protection from blaster bolts and physical blows. Crimson red armor plates adorn the entire armor, while the powerful insignia of the Grand Imperium is branded on both shoulders. A long black cape hangs from the back of his shoulders.

Dredar is also a capable pilot, his main spacecraft being an advanced model of the classic TIE Fighter. It comes equipped with four laser cannons, two missile launchers, hardened armor plating and its speed is more akin to the TIE Interceptor model. Another special feature is a hyperdrive which allows Dredar to travel the stars with maximum efficiency. He has given it the name, the Vigilance.

Supporting Characters:
Iwil Rinam - A longtime friend stretching back to the day they both were padawans, Dredar was the one who corrupted Iwil to the dark side as an inquisitor. It is only naturally the hardy twi'lek serves as one of his most trusted Imperial Knights. There does exist a sort of tension between the two Force users but neither men chooses to address it.

Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

Dredar Ragant

Dredar Ragant

Race: Human

Faction: Imperial Knights of the Grand Imperium

Character Alignment: Lawful Evil

Character Background: Dredar was born to a family of farmers on the quiet world of Dantooine, away from the constant wars and chaos of the greater galaxy. For the first five years of his life he lived on his homeworld until a wandering Jedi knight discovered his Force sensitivity. After that life changing moment he was taken offworld to the galactic capital of Coruscant. The busting city covered planet was a far cry from his docile homeworld, a radical change of scenery. It was a difficult transition for the young boy, being taken away from his family for hood. But Dredar was destined to become a fabled Jedi, the warrior peacekeepers of the galaxy. His father had told him tales of them as bed time stories, and now the boy was on the path to becoming one. He showcased ability and potential, passing his initiate trials with ease. After that he progressed to become a Jedi padawan and was taken as an apprentice by the Jedi knight, Vavi Mitrin.

The padawan years were a difficult one, Master Mitrin was a demanding but not unforgiving teacher. He was a skilled master who specialized in lightsaber combat but was also talented with using the Force. He'd expect only the best from Dredar and the padawan would frequently showcase his best. The martial areas of a Jedi came naturally to Dredar as he excelled in the more aggressive forms of lightsaber combat. Their missions together often involved defending civilians from raiders, slavers and pirates, the very worst of the galaxy. Through these encounters the young Jedi would frequently see the dark and twisted side of the galaxy, beyond the beautiful worlds of the Republic. He'd face his first brushes with the dark side of the Force. One of the most notable incidents involved him being seperated from Master Mitrin and surrounded by slavers. After being struck with a grazing blaster bolt he felt his adrenaline and pain amplify himself then followed it up by viciously lashing out at his opponents.

When his master found him Dredar was in the process of shoving his lightsaber blade through the gut of a surrendering slaver, adding to the group of broken and carved corpses that had amounted. All from the padawan tapping into the dark side. Mitrin reprimanded his apprentice strongly as he attempted to vanquish any future encounters with the dark side from the young Jedi's mind. His brief descent would serve as a constant reminder for Dredar, an event which would impact him greatly down the road. Both Jedi did their best to move on from the moment as the breakout of the Clone Wars drew nearer. The duo would find themselves plunged into battles which neither of them could find any prior comparison too. While fighting raiders and slavers were brutal, deadly missions they did not compare to war. Nothing even came close.

The scenes of battles against the Confederacy were unlike he'd anything else he'd ever been through. The constant death and destruction, the accumulated bodies of clone troopers, Jedi and civilians. His previous missions with his master had shown Dredar how unsettling the galaxy could get, and he liked to believe he handled it better than many Jedi did. He'd engage in several battles across worlds alongside Master Mitrin, repelling the droid forces in defense of the Republic. Unbeknownst to Dredar and every other Jedi, their order's time would draw to an end sooner than any of them had ever expected. Order 66 range out across the stars, and the once fiercely loyal clone troopers turned on their Jedi commanders.

The teenaged padawan and his master had been stationed on Allyuen where they were assisting with the cleanup following a long battle with separatist forces. Dredar was helping some of the civilians sheltering from the battle, when he sensed ten clone troopers approach him and Master Mitrin. As the Jedi looked to see why the soldiers had approached them he watched as they leveled their weapons at both him and his master then opened. Master Mitrin put himself in front of Dredar to protect his weaker padawan, as he tried his damnedest to fend off the sudden betrayal. A trio of clone troopers went down from deflections before Mitrin collapsed in a volley of blaster bolts. Dredar screamed in shock as he charged at the attackers, carving through them as quickly as he could. His emotions rocketing inside of him until he was the last one standing. He didn't even have a moment to try to collect his fallen master before more clones approached him as they fired off more shots in his direction. The Jedi darted into the wilderness of the world, as deep as he could run.

Once he felt he was far enough in that the clones wouldn't find him he fell to his knees and broke down, shattering emotionally from the sudden betrayal of their once trusted soldiers and the rapid death of his master. He blamed himself for it, for not being able to keep Master Mitrin alive. Still, he forced himself to push on, it was what his master would've wanted him to do. For nearly two weeks Dredar survived in the wilderness, using the survival techniques his master had instilled in him when his rations were gone. He re-emerged in the spaceport of the world at the height of nightime. He snuck aboard a merchant's vessel and stowed himself away without the faintest clue where it was headed. As it landed he crept out, to find himself on Nar Shaddaa, the notorious Hutt controlled world. Outside of Republic space and hopefully far enough from the treacherous clones.

On that dangerous planet Dredar took on a new identity, as he watched the Republic fall into becoming the merciless Galactic Empire. His kind were branded as traitors and hunted down throughout the galaxy. Nar Shaddaa in a way was a blessing for him to have found himself on, he could blend himself into the endless crowds as just another face. It was a brutal, unhappy life but it was better than death. He stowed away his lightsaber and forced himself to learn how to use a blaster pistol. He'd take a job in a slummier district of the world as a helping hand in a speeder repair shop. As he blossomed into adult hood and gradually lost touch with the ways of the Jedi. The unforgiving ways of Nar Shadaa had its effects on him. He'd spend almost ten years on the vicious world, eventually climbing to become a mechanic in a more prosperous shop.

For once in his life of exile he felt safety, until a dark cloaked figure wandered into his shop and ignited a red bladed lightsaber. Dredar pleaded with the man, an inquisitor working for the Empire to hunt down rogue Jedi. He swore he was no Jedi, but the man tore through these words. The Jedi did the only thing he could do, he ran back home to his humble apartment. He attempted to lose the dark sider in the crowds and as he made it home he truly believed he had succeeded. He gathered up what little items he could, including his lightsaber and made a beeline for the nearest port. As Dredar turned down an alley he felt eyes watching him from above, as the Inquisitorius landed in front of him with their blade drawn.

The runaway Jedi had nowhere left to flee, and reluctantly drew his own lightsaber. The last few times he'd ignited the weapon were in solitary training sessions to try to prepare himself for this exact moment. The two clashed, filling the alley with the sounds of fierce lightsaber combat. Dredar briefly held the advantage, the naturally talented and well trained rogue Jedi calling back the techniques he'd been taught. But he ultimately not matched for the inquisitor, their constant training and battles with Jedi. He watched as his Jedi lightsaber was severed in half at the hilt, the inquisitor complimenting his attempted resistance as he held the crimson blade to Dredar's throat. He stared up at his attackers, no fear in his eyes as he attempted to bring himself to peace, focusing on a reunion in the afterlife with his long departed master. Instead he felt the inquisitor's boot slam into his temple and knock him out cold, unconscious but alive. A result the Jedi at the time would not have taken over death.

Dredar would awake to find himself in a strange new place, far from Nar Shadaa. The inquisitor who had captured him began to torture him brutally, scarred his skin and twisted his mind to force him to reach for the dark side. The former Jedi had his share of brushes with the dark side and fell easier than others did. Then Dredar was brought before the infamous Darth Vader and made to train. The rush of combat came back to the fallen Jedi, and he showed promise in becoming a future inquisitor. Despite this, as customary with other new inquisitors he'd watch as Vader severed his left lower arm clean off. As Dredar screamed in shock the Sith lord told him it was to teach him what happens when he lost, there would be no mercy for such failures in the Empire. He would continue to suffer sessions of torture, and be fed Imperial propaganda until he had fully cracked, pledging himself to the Empire. As he knelt before Darth Vader his former name was wiped away, and he was proclaimed as the Eleventh Brother.

The Eleventh Brother crafted himself a crimson red bladed lightsaber of the inquisitor, and donned the armor as he was set upon the greater galaxy to hunt down Jedi and force sensitive children. One of his most notable encounters included hunting down Iwil Rinam, a former friend of his when they were both Jedi. He'd successfully converted the twi'lek to the dark side. His years as an inquisitor were well served, earning him praise within the Empire. He'd been alone so long on Nar Shaddaa that even acceptance in the brutal Empire was pleasing. It was part of the reason he'd become so fanatically devoted to the Empire and their ideals. During these years the Eleventh Brother developed a friendship with Koren Ozell, the future Lord of the Grand Imperium. He'd frequently partake in missions within the Governor's territory and respected the intelligent man.

Still, he was helpless to watch as the Empire fell. The man who had trained him, Darth Vader perished alongside with the great Emperor Palpatine. The Empire broke apart, as the Eleventh Brother aligned himself completely with Ozell's remnant. The inquisitors had lost their use in the shattered Empire, yet he had plenty of opportunity in Ozell's resurgent Empire. Dredar would play a key part in consolidating the man's power, undertaking key missions to build the Grand Imperium. Along the way he established his own order of Force users, the Imperial Knights. They were pledged to no creed or side of the Force, instead to the Empire and its eternal power. They were a better, more refined answer to the New Republic's new Jedi Order. He's tasked himself with building this order, recruiting Force sensitives within the Empire of any age and species. While thoughts of greater power stir within his thoughts.

Character Personality: Dredar is a complicated man who has seen both the light and dark side of the Force, giving him a unique outlook on the ways of the Force and life itself. For nearly the entirety of his adult life he has been a part of the Galactic Empire and has developed a strong loyalty to its ideals, even in its collapse then restructure as the Grand Imperium. Dredar has a reputation as someone who does not lie, his honesty is the blunt variety. He is a lawful figure, who is quick to take firm and certain action against those that wronged him or the Empire. He is typically against cold blooded murder, but has had moments of rage where hes lashed out and struck down people. In general these types of brash, unexpected moments are far and in between as Dredar tends to keep a very composed figure. He's logic minded, pragmatic person who is willing to give his life to uphold his ideals.

One of the ideals he focused on with the creation of his Imperial Knights is the abdication of loyalty to either side of the Force, Dredar is much the same. While he tends to lean dark, drawing power from his emotions and pain he is not needlessly sadistic or cruel. He does have a desire for power, to grow stronger to the point where he is unopposed. Inwardly his thoughts have been building against being ordered around, though the birth of the Imperial Knights has helped with that. These more radical thoughts have been dismissed as doomed at the moment.

Character's Physical description: Dredar is an imposing figure, with a stature standing at three inches over six feet in height and an athletic frame. Smiles rarely etch their way onto his facial features, and his hazel colored eyes are often cast in glares. His light brown hair is at near shoulder length while his face is constantly shaven clean of any facial hair. He walks with a purposeful, fearless stride. His left arm below the elbow is entirely robotic and he does not speak of how he lost the half limb.

Character Class: Force Sensitive head of the Imperial Knights

Items: Dredar carries a single white bladed lightsaber, a commlink device, a credit chip, several thermal detonators, rations and a wrist mounted grappling hook within his armor. His armor, the attire of the Imperial Knights is akin to a stormtrooper's armor albeit with alterations. It is more lightweight in its creation while still providing a good deal of protection from blaster bolts and physical blows. Crimson red armor plates adorn the entire armor, while the powerful insignia of the Grand Imperium is branded on both shoulders. A long black cape hangs from the back of his shoulders.

Dredar is also a capable pilot, his main spacecraft being an advanced model of the classic TIE Fighter. It comes equipped with four laser cannons, two missile launchers, hardened armor plating and its speed is more akin to the TIE Interceptor model. Another special feature is a hyperdrive which allows Dredar to travel the stars with maximum efficiency. He has given it the name, the Vigilance.

Supporting Characters:
Iwil Rinam - A longtime friend stretching back to the day they both were padawans, Dredar was the one who corrupted Iwil to the dark side as an inquisitor. It is only naturally the hardy twi'lek serves as one of his most trusted Imperial Knights. There does exist a sort of tension between the two Force users but neither men chooses to address it.