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Port Nowhere

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Port Nowhere

A shady Corner; Hidden from surveillance

20:15 Primeday, third week of the tenth month, 6 ATC

It had been almost a year since Melech had opened his shop. While it was rare for him to be there himself, it did occasionally occur. For the most part, orders were taken by an automated system that would send Melech messages whenever someone needed him for a job. So far, this method had acquired him work exactly three times, with the cost of rent and overhead combining to work out to three credits in total profits from the business.

The shop itself was nothing special. A simple hole in the wall that looked in on a small work shop. When he was away, all the tools inside would be taken with him, and the automated system would be pushed into the hole, flush with the wall. Nothing particularly valuable was kept there, as the automated system did not accept currency in any fashion.

Truth be told, he kept the place as more of a summer home than anything. Whenever he needed to stop by the port, he would stay two days or so and keep the shop open, telling himself it was all business. In reality, it gave him a chance to spend money on things he didn't need and amuse himself as he saw fit. For most men of his kind, that would mean alcohol, drugs, violent sports, women, or any combination of them. Melech, though, spent his free time sitting in front of a journal, making sketches and writing down equations, formulas, and measurements.

Likewise, that was the way he would be found now. Anyone with the desire to do so could shake him from his thoughts, but it would require some effort. Not that he was expecting anyone to come by. Those who had sought him out here in the past always did so through recommendation from the Hutts. While the notorious crime family used him as a smuggler, they also knew him as an engineer with little care for safety concerns, and would send people his way when the urge struck them. If he had not made a habit of accepting new tools as payment, he likely would have much more profit to show for his work here.

Port Nowhere

Melech

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Port Nowhere

Port Nowhere

Found in the heart of a modified Azalus-class Hutt dreadnaught, Port Nowhere is a roaming cantina. As it wanders through the hyper space lanes, it can be found anywhere pirates, smugglers, bounty hunters, and all other manner of criminal makes their living. Over three miles in length, it can hold thousands of passengers at any one time, and is more akin to a moving space station than an actual ship. It is welcome to any brand of villain or rogue, and seen as neutral ground for criminal factions to interact.

So, welcome to Port Nowhere!

(There is no reimbursement for stolen property.)

Port Nowhere

Port Nowhere

Found in the heart of a modified Azalus-class Hutt dreadnaught, Port Nowhere is a roaming cantina. As it wanders through the hyper space lanes, it can be found anywhere pirates, smugglers, bounty hunters, and all other manner of criminal makes their living. Over three miles in length, it can hold thousands of passengers at any one time, and is more akin to a moving space station than an actual ship. It is welcome to any brand of villain or rogue, and seen as neutral ground for criminal factions to interact.

So, welcome to Port Nowhere!

(There is no reimbursement for stolen property.)

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@Bea Could I also get a link?

[Approved] Melech, Outlaw Technician

Approved. You'll need specs on the ship before it can get into conflict.

@Ruby

Thanks!

How should I go about getting specs? I don't think I saw a sheet for that or anything. Though, the idea is less to get into conflict and more to get away from it.

[Approved] Melech, Outlaw Technician

My favorite part about sci-fi has always been the elaborate technologies, and how we can take what we already know and stretch the boundaries. With the "because they have technology that can do that" trope, there are so many unique and interesting concepts that can be explored.
Likewise, criminals and rogues having the upper hand compared to factions restricted by laws and regulations has always been an interesting concept to me. After all, given sufficiently advanced technology, and a willingness to break rules to get results, who knows how far you could get?
Thus, Melech was born.

So, is he approved, or do I need to make changes?

[Approved] Melech, Outlaw Technician

Smuggler - Long Version

OoC

How long do you usually write?
Several paragraphs

Do you enjoy writing collaborative posts for things like conversations, combat, etc.?
Yes

Is grammar and depth of writing important to you?
Yes

Are there any writing subjects you particularly enjoy exploring?
In-depth exploration of unique concepts and ideas.

Is there anything you really dislike and want to avoid like the plague?
With this character specifically; arena-style combat. Combat in general is fine, but I do not want to see this character thrown into a featureless pit to have a shoot-off with someone else.

Is there something you are uncomfortable with happening to your character?
Nothing that should be an issue here.

Do you have any short-term or long-term goals with this character?
My short-term goals are to have him modify existing technology, and create new technologies of his own. My long-term goals would be to have him become infamous for his abilities as an engineer/inventor, and eventually to become a high ranking member of a criminal organization for his efforts.

Couriers Holonet Ad

Name: Louceeuss 'Melech' Sypher
Species: Devaronian
Homeworld: Devaron
Age: Thirty three
Gender: Male
Specialisation: Engineering
Current area of operation: Travels mostly through Hutt-controlled space. Has a small workshop hidden on Teth.

Couriers Holonet Metadata Summary

_{Detailed Appearance}

Standing at five feet, ten inches, Melech is very standard for his race. His horns are roughly five inches in length, and are a dark brown in color. The color of his skin was originally a bright red, and in many places still is, but has mostly faded to more of a crimson in hue. Likewise, his eyes began as a vibrant red in color, but have gotten darker with age. His teeth stand out as being less sharp than many members of his race, as a result of his bad habit of using them in his work.
His most physically notable features are his two robotic arms, as well as his leg when it can be seen. While he has put a lot of work into shaping them to match the appearance of his original limbs, he has done nothing to color the external covering, leaving it a combination of white, black and chrome. This results in a very odd contrast, where his prosthetics seem almost entirely unnoticeable while clothed, but become immediately apparent when bare.
He tends to favor multiple layers of clothing as a result of his work, and almost always wears a holster at his hip for his blaster. However, his outfit tends to change constantly, as a result of the many rips and tears he accrues while performing maintenance for his ship.

_{Report on skills and talents, including level of skill.}

Engineering: Melech is highly versed in mechanical skills. Given access to the proper equipment, he could produce an entire starship from raw materials. Given the right blueprints, he could do this with almost any space-worthy vessel. The same holds true for almost any machinery of comparable or lesser complexity. The primary exception to this is weaponry, which he avoids on principal.

Computer programming: Melech's expertise in machinery extends to the software needed to run them. He is fully capable of designing and producing his own computer codes, and has experience doing so for others.

Cybernetics and Droids: Melech is also versed in the construction and maintenance of most models of robotics, both for droids and cybernetic implants. He often uses his own cybernetics as examples of his work, as they are entirely his design and primarily of his own creation.

Inventing: His level of ingenuity is not to be underestimated. He can often be found in the possession of unique machinery and prototype items, both of his own design and of others'.

Piloting: In addition to building spacecraft, Melech is fairly adept at piloting them. While not especially skilled compared to more talented pilots, he does know how to pilot an exceptionally wide range of space craft.

_{Report on known combat experience, training and weapons training.}

Space combat: Melech knows how to operate spacecraft during combat, including defensive maneuvers and using offensive systems. While his use of weaponry tends to be sub-optimal at the best of times, he is better than most at evading incoming fire and breaking away from combat.

Fire arms: Melech caries a very low-quality blaster, and has been known to use it under duress. His aim is passable, and he has never successfully wounded anyone with a gun.

Hand-to-hand: While his skills in close-combat amount to simple punches and kicks, his modifications to his cyber limbs make them more durable than biological equivalents. Equally, they are capable of delivering strikes with roughly twice the usual force for someone of his build.

_{Does the Courier have, or have they ever had, a bounty on them? Are they wanted?}

Bounty: There are currently no existing bounties for Melech. His work very rarely brings him in contact with government forces, and none of his known crimes have merited any considerable bounty be placed on him.

Wanted: Melech himself is not wanted. His spaceship has standing orders to be captured in the majority of both Imperial and Republic space. This is due entirely to the massive amounts of illegal modifications he has made to the craft. While these same constant modifications tend to make recognizing his ship difficult, if it is recognized then nearly any form of law enforcement would have reason to arrest him and confiscate it.

_{Detailed notes on common/favored employers and any noteworthy contacts.}

The Hutts: The majority of his criminal work is for the various Hutts. He is a sparsely used, but highly trusted, smuggler for complex and illegal machinery. This is due in large part to his ability to deconstruct any merchandise given to him, and then reassemble it upon arrival. Assuming they don't just given him raw materials and a blue print. Part of what makes him so useful is that his ship is designed to act as a mobile workshop, giving him the ability to produce anything as complicated as a droid, and things as large as civilian vehicles.

Dr. Medic.: His name is almost certainly an alias, and they never meet on the same planet. All Melech actually knows about him is that he's a Gungan, and he is extremely good at what he does. Specifically, he specializes in surgery and medicine related to cybernetic enhancements and augmentations, especially those that interact with the brain. Whenever Melech comes up with new implants or modifications to existing ones, he sends word to a contact and a meeting with the doctor is arranged.

_{Detailed notes on known rivals and enemies.}

Rivals: None. People with the abilities and technical mind needed to compete with Melech generally don't need to resort to a criminal life to achieve wealth and success. Those few that do usually do so to obtain funds, but the continued hostilities between the two major factions has created an environment ripe for inventors to obtain backing for even the slightest chance at an advantage.
Enemies:
The Hutts: While he works with the Hutts regularly, and is on good terms with most of them, there are a few who see him as expendable. As such, if word gets around that he is being used by one Hutt to make a move on another, there is a high likelihood that the order will be given to kill him. In fact, it has happened on multiple occasions. However, his continued willingness to take work from any Hutt that offers tends to keep him in good graces.

_{List and description of other known associates.}

Beep-Boop: His second-mate and primary traveling companion. This class 2 astromech droid is rarely seen, and tends to only interact with Melech. It is, however, a necessary crew member as Melech's ship requires a minimum of two to operate. Its shell is primarily black, with copper highlights.

_{List of known belongings, including but not limited to planetary surface property, civilian and military vessels, vehicles,
weapons, tools.}

The Trudger: An 578-R space transport, Melech received it from his father's will when he was only ten. He then spent the next five years of his life rebuilding it from the floor-up, making repairs where possible and purchasing replacement parts with whatever money he could scrape together.
Capabilities and Modifications:

• The hull has been modified with heavier, blast-resistant paneling. While not impenetrable, it can take a much larger hit than a similar ship without the interior taking damage.
• The ship's weapon has been replaced with a deflector shield. While it is capable of negating fire from ships much larger than The Trudger, the shield itself uses up so much power when active that the ship is incapable of activating its hyper drive while it is on, and needs several minutes after its been activated to bring the drive back online.
• The engines and hyper drive have both been modified. The hyper drive has been upgraded to function as a Class 2. Likewise, the engines have been modified for maneuverability and speed. While the exact specifications tend to vary due to constant repairs and adjustments, the ship has consistently been able to disengage and flee bounty hunters and law enforcement, though with some difficulty.
• The entire cargo hold has been converted into a traveling machine shop. It not only hold the tools needed to work on and maintain the ship, as well as similar machinery, it also has several on-board machines capable of turning raw materials into individual parts. This includes multiple 3D printers, three forges, a lathe, and a variety of cutting and sanding tables.

Workshop on Teth: While he does not spend a great deal of time there, he does own and maintains a workshop located in a dense jungle on Teth. Hidden by a cloaking field and protected by a powerful shield projector, the building itself is a massive warehouse, easily capable of housing his ship. It acts as a larger, and more capable version of the workshop he has on his ship.

Tools: He has a wide variety of tools. In addition to the most commonly used tools that could be found in stores and mechanic shops the galaxy over, he also keeps a collection of very specialized tools at his workshop. While he certainly does not own every tool in existence, his habit of purchasing tools has resulted in nearly two dozen square meters of storage space, in shelving reaching three meters high.

Blaster: He owns a standard model blaster. It is kept in a holster at his hip. It is black in color, and fires a red beam. Generally, he keeps it set on stun.

Cybernetics:

• His arms are both prosthetic, made primarily of metal. They contain a number of tools and attachments, which can be modified and changed out as needed. In general, they posses a small welding torch, smaller clamp extentions that can act as digits for tiny detail work, and a variety of computer jacks for interacting with software.
• His left leg is also a prosthetic, again mostly made of metal. While it has no attachments, it does contain several hidden compartments, which Melek hides small tools such as lock picks and jewel's tools in.
• In addition to his obvious prosthetic limbs, his body contains a network of thin cables. These cables connect to the computers he hides in his horns. Under the outer shell, there is a layer of metal connected to a plate that acts as half of his upper skull. Various bio-mechanical components he's designed himself, and installed with help from a specialist, enable his mind to interact directly with the computers and through them, any computer system he connects to.

_{Psychological evaluation of Courier.}

Melech is an eccentric. He is eager to try out new ideas, and his mind is constantly working towards one goal or another. Most people who interact with him in a social setting consider him quiet and reserved. Those who know him better, or are just better judges of character, realize that he's more calculating than shy. While he is an introvert, preferring to keep to his own company, he is not afraid of others.
It should be noted; Melech has blocked some part of his memory from his mind, and subjects even broaching it can cause him involuntary pause and irritation.

_{List and description of known and suspected flaws. To be put into restricted database.}

Hemophobia: Melech has an extreme aversion to blood, especially that of others. Seeing it disturbs him greatly, and being near it will be a constant distraction. If any gets onto him, he will feel compelled to wash it off, and has been known to faint if enough gets on him.

Liver issues: As a result of the illegal modifications he has made to his cybernetics, they produce runoff that gets filtered through his body. While his species' unique biology is capable of dealing with it, it still acts as a constant strain on his body. As a result, he is much more susceptible to toxins than the rest of his race, roughly on par with a human.

Psychological issues: The accident that caused the damage to his body that the cybernetics replaced is a source of extreme trauma for Melech. While it has never come up, the child psychologist he spoke to about it speculated that he likely blocked the incident from his memory entirely. If something caused him to remember it, though, he would likely become afflicted with symptoms of extreme post-traumatic stress disorder.

_{known interests of the Courier.}

New and prototype technology: Melech has been known to accept brand new and even prototype technologies and machines as partial payment. The Hutts know this, and have exploited this knowledge on a near constant basis. This is the largest contributor to Melech's wide range of knowledge across multiple types of technology, as the Hutts have a very wide range of influence to draw upon to find new technologies for him.

_{Major achievements on record.}

Patents: Melech has created and sold over two dozen patents to various interested parties. These include but are not limited to;

• Plasma torch design that can be used both under water and in space.
• Solar panel which produces 5% more energy when used under a white dwarf star.
• Subroutines for droids that enables virus scans to run with %50 less processor impact.

_{Major failures on record. Confidential.}

The incident: He once spent six months designing a new alternative to hyper drives. The prototype blew out the back half of his ship the first time he tried to engage it. He then spent three weeks drifting in orbit until he could fix the communicator so he could ask for help getting back to the planet's surface. The repairs ultimately cost him the credits he'd been paid for three patents.

Interview

_{Personal biography, as detailed by the subject for future record. Acquired shortly after last achievement of
note.}

"I've filed patents with this branch before. Why can't you use my biography from last time? Not that I've figured out why I even need to give you one-Fine, I'll do it!" He shakes his shoulders, glaring at the cross toydarian who'd just pointed a blaster at him. Bureaucrats in criminal space always seemed unusually testy to him.

"My name is Melech, and I am filing patent code 8569A-3479X, titled 'General Upgrade to Droid Subroutines Concerning Viral Scanning.'" When that alone wasn't enough, he let out a heavy sigh and kept going. "My mother was a lawyer on my home planet, and my father was the delegate of home planet, Devaron, to foreign species. When my father passed, he left me his pet-project, a garbage pile he'd named 'The Trudger.' After years scrounging for parts and putting it back together, I finally got the old tub to fly. My mother forced me to apprentice somewhere before I was allowed to leave the planet, so I made some start-up money working for a local mechanic. After that, I spent about ten years flying around the galaxy."

When the toydarian keeps tapping his finger on his desk, Melech continues, sighing again. "I wanted to become an invetor. So, I used my father's connections as an introduction to find work on different planets. While I was there, I would learn everything I could about the local technology. After I'd learned what I could, I would leave. Once I figured I'd learned enough, I set up a workshop of my own and started inventing things. I made money doing repairs and making custom parts for people, until I finally got my first patent. After that, it was just riding out the money from one patent to the next. There, are we done?"

The fat-faced alien looked at him, then coughed into his hand. That had been the closest thing to polite he had been since Melech and filed for the patent. Though, he still wasn't sure what he wanted, until he pointed at the metal hand sitting on his desk. "This?" He asked, holding up his arm. His eyes glazed over for a minute, as he stared at the palm of his prosthetic hand. Then, he blinked and looked back. "I worked in machine shops my whole life. Apparently, I'm clumsy. However, I'm also stubborn, so it kept happening. I hope that's all you need, because I'm done now."

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