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Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Zaheed Kast

Name: Zaheed Kast
Species: Human - Mandalorian
Age: 35

Physical Appearance

Standing in at 6'2, Zaheed has a large, athletic build, well suited to the rigors of combat. Underneath his armor, Zaheed's body and face are riddled with scars and healed wounds from the various missions and campaigns of his mercenary career. His body also sports numerous tattoos, some of which are traditional Mandalorian tattoos. Underneath his custom helmet, Zaheed's face is worn and rough, with short hair and a trimmed beard.

Faction:

Independent

Equipment:

• Beskar'gam

  
  Beskar'gam - Kast wears a highly customized suit of Mandalorian armor forged form beskar, or Mandalorian Iron. This high quality armor is both extremely durable and protective, and has served Kast well over the course of the last two decade. The armor itself is rather old, having been in the Kast clan for generations. As such, several parts have been modified, repaired, or even outright replaced with lesser materials, such as durasteel. While Kast's chestplate, boots, shoulder plates and gauntlets are made of Beskar, the helmet, upper arm guards, and leg guards are primarily durasteel, though bits of beskar can still be found here and there. Unlike traditional Mandalorian helmets, Kast's new helmet replaces the sweeping edges of the typical Mandalorian helmet, with rounded surfaces. His armor's undersuit is made from armorweave, as is the cloak he wears. The Right forearm and gauntlet have cortosis plating supplementing the already durable beskar.
• JT-12 Jetpack - A compact jetpack allowing for high amounts of mobility. It also features a MM9 Rocket System, which fires computer tracking micro concussion missiles.
• Wrist Mounts - Kast makes extensive use of wrist mounted weapons, each of his wrist gauntlets possessing mounts for two pieces of equipment each. Kast regularly changes these pieces out to fit the situation he is in. Weapons he often mounts are: Mini-flame throwers, grappling cables, Security/Hack tools, concussion missile launchers, wrist mounted blasters, poison dart launchers, whipcord launchers and retractable blades.
• A180 Blaster Pistols

  A180 Blaster Pistols - Kast carries a pair of highly customized A180 Blaster Pistols. Modified to fire high powered plasma bolts, Kast's A180's pack a large amount of power in a relatively small frame. Kast also keeps a kit to customize the pistol into a marksman rifle variant, but rarely uses it.
• A280C Blaster Rifle

  
  A280C Blaster Rifle - A marksman rifle favored by Kast, the A280 is a powerful, long ranged blaster rifle, used by the Rebellion and later the New Republic to penetrate the armor of stormtroopers. Easy enough to acquire and replace, pinpoint accurate, and deadly. The C variant features a collapsible stock, making it more easy to maneuver with.
• Miscellaneous Equipment - As versatile as he is deadly, Kast carries a variety of gear with him, either in easy to reach pouches on a pack at the small of his back- out of the way of his jetpack, or hidden on his person. He carries a few thermal and sonic detonators, a field security overloader, a few blades, field rations, an emergency medical kit, a set of stun cuffs, and spare power cells.
• YV-929 Armed Freighter

  
  Kast's YV-929 Armed Freighter - A light freighter designed by the Corellian Engineering Corporation. Unlike most CEC freighters, which are generally minimally armed, the YV-929 is heavily armed and armored, with durable shield systems and spacious cargo holds. Kast has made a few modifications to this ship, swapping out the ship's pair of dual-barreled light turbolasers in place of rotary blaster cannons, the lower power requirement allowing Kast to shunt more power to the ship's improved and tuned engines. The dome shaped parlor underneath the cockpit has been converted into a rudimentary medical center, half of the cargo space converted into a living space, and the other half typically kept clear to house containment units. This ship serves as Kast's mobile operations center- his home away from home. A salvaged and modified OOM-series pilot battle droid operates and protects the ship while Kast is away.

Skills:

A Mandalorian, Kast has been extensively trained in the arts of war. Due to years of training, as well as several years as a mercenary and bounty hunter, Kast has developed a rather well rounded and versatile skillset. Kast is well versed in:

• Mandalorian Combat Acumen - Mandalorians learn and make use of various methods of combat. From marksmanship to close quarters combat, martial skills and techniques integrating wrist mounted weapons and jetpack usage. Kast prefers to take his opponents from a distance with a rifle, but can be lethal in short to close range combat. He is knowledgeable regarding a variety of weapons, armors and materials.
• Bounty Hunting - A bounty hunter and mercenary by trade, Kast is adept at tracking, and due to his propensity towards working alone, is well versed in stealth, espionage and guerrilla tactics. Torture and interrogation come in as tools of the trade, and the thought of a solemn, stone faced mandalorian hunting you down does wonders for intimidation and 'persuasion'.
• Starship flight - A capable pilot. Though not an Ace by any means, Kast can hold his own in space surprisingly well, and is well versed with a variety of ships.

Weaknesses:

• Aloof - Overly serious, cold, and emoting with all the grace of a dead fish, Kast has spent most of his adult life working with relatively little regular contact with others. Kast is untrusting and cautious, and does little to inspire the confidence of others.
• Career Warrior - Having spent most of his life behind the sights of a rifle, a life of conflict is the only life Kast knows. Unaware or ignorant of galactic politics, and almost certainly unable to live in a galaxy without conflict.
• Scarred - Mercenaries and Bounty Hunters tend to die young. When you've had as much prolific work and success as Kast, its only natural that you've garnered no small number of injuries. One particular injury has reduced the range of movement in Kast's left arm. Forcing the arm to move past its preferred range of movement is possible for short periods of time, but not advisable.

Personal History:

A rough and tough Mandalorian mercenary, Zaheed Kast was born and raised on Mandalore's moon, Concordia. Originally born as Zaheed Ara, Zaheed's parents were killed when he was young, and he was subsequently adopted and renamed Zaheed Kast by another Mandalorian family. Now the first and only son of the Kast family, Zaheed was well taken care of by his new family. Despite not being biologically related to his new family, they cared for him and treated him as their own. He began his first lessons with his adoptive mother at a very young age, learning the basics of warfare as well as other various lessons of importance.

When Zaheed turned 8, he was ready to accompany his father as he began his 5 years of survival and military training. During this time, he learned the majority of his combat and survival skills, from marksmanship, to tracking and hunting. The 5 years training with his father were difficult, grueling years. His father was caring, but very traditional and strict, and enforced upon Zaheed the highest of standards, reasoning that his son should be able surpass him when he got older. It was also during this time that the Mandalorian ideals of loyalty his family and clan, discipline, courage, and respect for his heritage was stressed and ingrained into his being.

Upon turning thirteen, Zaheed underwent the rite of passage known as the Verd'goten, where the skills he learned over the last five years were put to the test. The trial was a difficult, and harsh ritual, but due to his father's strict training, Zaheed passed with what was deemed exceptional skill, he was declared officially an adult in Mandalorian society. After completing the Verd'goten, Zaheed returned to his father, whom along with several clan elders would provide him with even more advanced training over the course of the next 5 years. During these five years of extra training, Zaheed was given a set of beskar'gam, armor forged from mandalorian iron from his family.

Upon turning 18, he left Mandalore with support from his family and began his career as a mercenary. His first bounty was hunting a Drunk Dug, whose Gambling Problem had gotten him into trouble with the wrong people. Within his first year of mercenary work, Kast had already underwent a series of close encounters and dangerous scrapes, including losing, and later retrieving his armor, as well as almost dying several times. During his first year as a mercenary, Kast had realized that the galaxy was a rather hostile, and cold place relatively devoid of honor. This first year shaped the rest of his mercenary career, as he made smarter choices, and trusted less people, and as a result complete more missions successfully and got into life threatening situations less often. During his long career, he would replace and eventually upgrade his helmet, as well as make augments to his armor as it sustained damage. Kast found himself in the employ of various groups- not all of them amicable to one another. At times he worked as an asset for the Galactic Empire, other times he was assassinating Imperial officials on the payroll of insurgent groups, or working with pirates and smugglers. He would find work with various rebel elements before the Galactic civil war began. Picking up a reputation as a dangerous, but dependable mercenary, capable of a variety of tasks, from killing to stealing data, Kast racked up an impressive track record of completed missions and became a go-to asset for many high profile companies and individuals.

During the Galactic civil war, Kast was a busy man. With no shortage of work, he found himself working for all manner of people. Kast found hismelf working often with the Rebellion, hitting targets of opportunity in Imperial space. Kast also found himself spending a lot of time in Hutt space, working with various factions when the infighting was at its most heated. Kast only rarely worked with the Empire at this point in time, as they tended to view non-regular military with suspicion. As the civil war drew to a close with the destruction of the Death Star, Kast found himself working less with the Rebellion- New Republic, and more with the various Hutt factions, as New Republic ideals and philosophies often worked against his own.

Now working in Hutt space, the 'wild west' of the Galaxy, Kast is looking to make his mark and his fortune in the lawless, objective rich sector.

Telecommunications

yeah, still sitting in the wings

Valhalla Chronicles

Talesin leaned in slightly as Hisano answered the phone, keeping silently as she spoke into it. The phone itself was quiet. Hisano couldn't hear anything from the other line, not even a breath. The storage room was eerily silent, even the noises from the bar seemed to not filter in anymore. One second past, then another, and another.

Before the call timer hit 5 seconds, Talesin grabbed the phone out from Hisano's hand and shut if off. He looked at the phone for a brief moment before handing it back to her. As Hisano accepted the phone, she could hear the noises from the bar filter back into hearing range. She realized that the sound she had been hearing- or rather the lack of sound she had been hearing must have been manufactured in a way. Almost as an explanation, Talesin nodded. "Fixer's Hope has a rudimentary jammer. Stops people from tracing phone calls right away. Didn't know you noticed it."

"You're going to have to ditch that eventually. If someone's calling you from Tommy's phone. Chances are they're trying to track you down."

Leaning on a nearby crate, Talesin finally seemed to wind down. "As far as why he would drag you into this- well, Corps are relatively messy when it comes to making people disappear. Sure they have their share of professionals, but most of the goons aren't paid enough to care. When Corps make people disappear, they tend to kill off or ruin a lot of their close contacts, family, close friends. People like you."

Getting up, Talesin opened the storage room door, and gestured for her to follow him out. "You can lay low here for a while. They don't know where you are yet, and Fixer's Hope is about as unknown as it gets for corp people."

The lounge had since emptied out save for a few individuals. The clock read 1:45am, and most of the lounge's patrons had left for their own haunts. While the bar downstairs still seemed to have people there, the volume was considerably lower. People were probably filtering out. The individuals who still remained had a different look about them. They might've worked at the bar, but something in the back of Hisano's mind told her that they weren't just bartenders and busboys. The music was turned off, and one of the remaining individuals was flipping through channels on a TV, watching for a couple seconds before switching to the next. The others did their own thing, one smoked, another slept on a couch.

As the man in front of the TV flipped channels, one screen was painfully recognizable to Hisano. It was a local news channel, with a female host sitting in front of a desk in a small corner in the bottom left, the rest of the screen was devoted to a camera feed showing a street from the Valhalla district.

"This just in, the citizens of Valhalla are shocked following the reports of a shooting on Sunflower Street, as masked men entered and attacked a local bar: Ray's-"

The TV spluttered for a moment as the channel switched a trivia game show.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Zaheed Kast

Name: Zaheed Kast
Species: Human - Mandalorian
Age: 35

Physical Appearance

Standing in at 6'2, Zaheed has a large, athletic build, well suited to the rigors of combat. Underneath his armor, Zaheed's body and face are riddled with scars and healed wounds from the various missions and campaigns of his mercenary career. His body also sports numerous tattoos, some of which are traditional Mandalorian tattoos. Underneath his custom helmet, Zaheed's face is worn and rough, with short hair and a trimmed beard.

Faction:

still debating

Equipment:

• Beskar'gam

  
  Beskar'gam - Kast wears a highly customized suit of Mandalorian armor forged form beskar, or Mandalorian Iron. This high quality armor is both extremely durable and protective, and has served Kast well over the course of the last two decade. The armor itself is rather old, having been in the Kast clan for generations. As such, several parts have been modified, repaired, or even outright replaced with lesser materials, such as durasteel. While Kast's chestplate and gauntlets are made of Beskar, the helmet, shoulder plates, boots, and leg guards are primarily durasteel, though bits of beskar can still be found here and there. Unlike traditional Mandalorian helmets, Kast's new helmet replaces the sweeping edges of the typical Mandalorian helmet, with rounded surfaces. His armor's undersuit is made from armorweave, as is the cloak he wears. The Right forearm and gauntlet have cortosis plating supplementing the already durable beskar.
• JT-12 Jetpack - A compact jetpack allowing for high amounts of mobility. It also features a MM9 Rocket System, which fires computer tracking micro concussion missiles.
• Wrist Mounts - Kast makes extensive use of wrist mounted weapons, each of his wrist gauntlets possessing mounts for two pieces of equipment. Kast regularly changes these pieces out to fit the situation he is in. Weapons he often mounts are: Mini-flame throwers, grappling cables, Security/Hack tools, concussion missile launchers, wrist mounted blasters, poison dart launchers, whipcord launchers and retractable blades.
• A180 Blaster Pistols

  A180 Blaster Pistols - Kast carries a pair of highly customized A180 Blaster Pistols. Modified to fire high powered plasma bolts, Kast's A180's pack a large amount of power in a relatively small frame. Kast also keeps a kit to customize the pistol into a marksman rifle variant, but rarely uses it.
• A280C Blaster Rifle

  
  A280C Blaster Rifle - A marksman rifle favored by Kast, the A280 is a powerful, long ranged blaster rifle, used by the Rebellion and later the New Republic to penetrate the armor of stormtroopers. Easy enough to acquire and replace, pinpoint accurate, and deadly. The C variant features a collapsible stock, making it more easy to maneuver with.
• Miscellaneous Equipment - As versatile as he is deadly, Kast carries a variety of gear with him, either in easy to reach pouches on a pack at the small of his back- out of the way of his jetpack, or hidden on his person. He carries a few thermal and sonic detonators, a field security overloader, a few blades, field rations, an emergency medical kit, a set of stun cuffs, and spare power cells.
• HWK-290 Light Freighter

  
  Kast's HWK-290 Light Freighter - A light freighter designed by the Corellian Engineering Corporation. While small for a cargo ship, the HWK-290 is surprisingly fast, despite its age. Originally built without weapons, Kast has since modified his ship to sport a pair of medium laser cannons, mounted on a rotating turret on the underside of the ship. This ship serves as Kast's mobile operations center- his home away from home. A salvaged and modified OOM-series pilot battle droid operates and protects the ship while Kast is away.

Skills:

A Mandalorian, Kast has been extensively trained in the arts of war. Due to years of training, as well as several years as a mercenary and bounty hunter, Kast has developed a rather well rounded and versatile skillset. Kast is well versed in:

• Mandalorian Combat Acumen - Mandalorians learn and make use of various methods of combat. From marksmanship to close quarters combat, martial skills and techniques integrating wrist mounted weapons and jetpack usage. Kast prefers to take his opponents from a distance with a rifle, but can be lethal in short to close range combat. He is knowledgeable regarding a variety of weapons, armors and materials.
• Bounty Hunting - A bounty hunter and mercenary by trade, Kast is adept at tracking, and due to his propensity towards working alone, is well versed in stealth, espionage and guerrilla tactics. Torture and interrogation come in as tools of the trade, and the thought of a solemn, stone faced mandalorian hunting you down does wonders for intimidation and 'persuasion'.
• Starship flight - A capable pilot. Though not an Ace by any means, Kast can hold his own in space surprisingly well, and is well versed with a variety of ships.

Weaknesses:

• Aloof - Overly serious, cold, and emoting with all the grace of a dead fish, Kast has spent most of his adult life working with relatively little regular contact with others. Kast is untrusting and cautious, and does little to inspire the confidence of others.
• Career Warrior - Having spent most of his life behind the sights of a rifle, a life of conflict is the only life Kast knows. Unaware or ignorant of galactic politics, and almost certainly unable to live in a galaxy without conflict.
• Scarred - Mercenaries and Bounty Hunters tend to die young. When you've had as much prolific work and success as Kast, its only natural that you've garnered no small number of injuries. One particular injury has reduced the range of movement in Kast's left arm. Forcing the arm to move past its preferred range of movement is possible for short periods of time, but not advisable.

Personal History:

A rough and tough Mandalorian mercenary, Zaheed Kast was born and raised on Mandalore's moon, Concordia. Originally born as Zaheed Ara, Zaheed's parents were killed when he was young, and he was subsequently adopted and renamed Zaheed Kast by another Mandalorian family. Now the first and only son of the Kast family, Zaheed was well taken care of by his new family. Despite not being biologically related to his new family, they cared for him and treated him as their own. He began his first lessons with his adoptive mother at a very young age, learning the basics of warfare as well as other various lessons of importance.

When Zaheed turned 8, he was ready to accompany his father as he began his 5 years of survival and military training. During this time, he learned the majority of his combat and survival skills, from marksmanship, to tracking and hunting. The 5 years training with his father were difficult, grueling years. His father was caring, but very traditional and strict, and enforced upon Zaheed the highest of standards, reasoning that his son should be able surpass him when he got older. It was also during this time that the Mandalorian ideals of loyalty his family and clan, discipline, courage, and respect for his heritage was stressed and ingrained into his being.

Upon turning thirteen, Zaheed underwent the rite of passage known as the Verd'goten, where the skills he learned over the last five years were put to the test. The trial was a difficult, and harsh ritual, but due to his father's strict training, Zaheed passed with what was deemed exceptional skill, he was declared officially an adult in Mandalorian society. After completing the Verd'goten, Zaheed returned to his father, whom along with several clan elders would provide him with even more advanced training over the course of the next 5 years. During these five years of extra training, Zaheed was given a set of beskar'gam, armor forged from mandalorian iron from his family.

Upon turning 18, he left Mandalore with support from his family and began his career as a mercenary. His first bounty was hunting a Drunk Dug, whose Gambling Problem had gotten him into trouble with the wrong people. Within his first year of mercenary work, Kast had already underwent a series of close encounters and dangerous scrapes, including losing, and later retrieving his armor, as well as almost dying several times. During his first year as a mercenary, Kast had realized that the galaxy was a rather hostile, and cold place relatively devoid of honor. This first year shaped the rest of his mercenary career, as he made smarter choices, and trusted less people, and as a result complete more missions successfully and got into life threatening situations less often. During his long career, he would replace and eventually upgrade his helmet, as well as make augments to his armor as it sustained damage. Kast found himself in the employ of various groups- not all of them amicable to one another. At times he worked as an asset for the Galactic Empire, other times he was assassinating Imperial officials on the payroll of insurgent groups, or working with pirates and smugglers. He would find work with various rebel elements before the Galactic civil war began. Picking up a reputation as a dangerous, but dependable mercenary, capable of a variety of tasks, from killing to stealing data, Kast racked up an impressive track record of completed missions and became a go-to asset for many high profile companies and individuals.

During the Galactic civil war, Kast was a busy man. With no shortage of work, he found himself working for all manner of people. Kast found hismelf working often with the Rebellion, hitting targets of opportunity in Imperial space. Kast also found himself spending a lot of time in Hutt space, working with various factions when the infighting was at its most heated. Kast only rarely worked with the Empire at this point in time, as they tended to view non-regular military with suspicion. As the civil war drew to a close with the destruction of the Death Star, Kast found himself working less with the Rebellion- New Republic, and more with the various Hutt factions, as New Republic ideals and philosophies often worked against his own.

Now working in Hutt space, the 'wild west' of the Galaxy, Kast is looking to make his mark and his fortune in the lawless, objective rich sector.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

dang. No Kast then.

Telecommunications - A Dark Future [Recruiting]

So uh.. I should probably point out that broken down drug addled detective is exactly my character already posted up

Deleted

Aww, no cyborg cat

Dragonslayers - The Story Of The Gallowblades

got my character in the works too.

Robotech: The Macross War (Space Opera, Mecha RP)

McKnight rolled his eyes exaggeratedly as Montgomery and some of the other started talking about coffee. It was commonly joked that aboard various ships- both space and seafaring varities, the coffee was always terrible. To be fair, whether or not they were in space mattered little, the coffee was still military grade coffee, which meant cheap, easily obtainable, and as a rule, rather bland and poor tasting. That was unless they were smart like Casablancas, the new girl. Fresh or high quality coffee beans were always in demand onboard ships, and depending on how much she managed to bring on board, she was sitting on an inevitable gold mine. Though they were all technically officers, high-grade officer's rations weren't readily available to stick jockeys.

Kat asked him where they were heading. McKnight offered her a shrug. "Huh, and here I thought you stole a peek at my orders. You're slipping Kat." McKnight chuckled as he finally sat down on one of the crates himself. "Launching up to the Moon base to meet up with the rest of the RDF Fleet, from there its to Mars to shoot up some pirates and back- a little victory lap as the world figures out what it wants to do now that its garage-project car is done. The ship is carrying some infrastructure supplies, so chances are we're looking at setting up an orbital colony at Lagrangian 4 or 5."

Barely heard over the din of their conversation, a voice echoed through the SDF-1's hangar.

_{Commander on deck!}

The hangar instantly quieted, feet shuffled and voices hushed. There was the loud clang from a technician dropping a missile on the floor, but other than that, absolute silence. McKnight coughed and roughly jerked his head at any pilot that was still sitting, but made no effort to put them into anything resembling a formation. It was doubtful that anyone cared- from this distance, the ship's captain was barely the size of a coin, and used a shipwide PA to communicate with the men and women in the hangar.

Ladies, gentlemen, officers and soldiers of the Robotech Defense Force, the SDF-1 shall soon begin its maiden voyage, to liberate Mars. I expect each and every one of you to serve your stations with the greatest capacity you can muster. We stand at the forefront of united mankind, both it's spear and shield. We are the vanguard of nearly a decade's worth of rapid technological evolution. Adhere to your commanders and serve with distinction. We are here to protect and serve humanity with pride and honor above all."

Though it was quiet, McKnight could hear more than one scoff- disguised as a grunt or cough. There was no way the pirates up at Mars could warrant this much firepower. There had long been rumors that pirates and insurrectionists were responsible for the loss of communication with mars base 5 years back, when the RDF's space tech was still rudimentary, but there was no way they could be of any serious danger. Mars' hydroponics were medoicre at best. It was doubtful that any of the insurrectionists/pirates were still alive, as necessary resources from Earth had stopped going to Mars as soon as contact with the colony was lost. Even if they were still alive, the best that they had were obsolete destroids- not a match for the RDF's Valkyries.

"As we reach the Moon, we shall meet up with the rest of the RDF Fleet, from there we shall perform our first field use of the Space Fold Engine. Commanders will disseminate safety information as required. Remember-"

A large warning klaxon cut through the Captain's speech. Moments later a rumble was heard in the distance. A female voice came across the PA system.

Captain to the bridge, Captain to the bridge. All hands to battlestations, all hands to battlestations.

Within moments, the hangar was a hub of activity again. Pilots scrambled for their flightsuits and helmet, technicians hurriedly loaded munitions onto Valkyries that hadn't been serviced, and loaders cleared the hangar floor as best they could. McKnight cursed to himself as he stood up, hands grasping at the nearest crate and shoving it out of the way of the red painted veritechs that sat parked a nearby service bay. He shoot a look at the rest of the squadron.

"Fox, in your cockpits and ready to launch in 5!" As pilots stood to begin scrambling, McKnight grabbed at Casablancas and Dragomira. "Casablancas you're in bay 19, Dragomira 22. Try to be on time this time."

---

"Commander!" McKnight's crew chief bellowed as McKnight half jogged half ran to his fighter, the red and white fighter bulkier than the usual Valkyrie, as it was currently equipped with an armored booster/weapons back. Jamming a red and tan helmet into the pilots arms as he ran by, thre crew chief jogged to keep pace with the pilot. "FAST Pack is fueled and loaded, and you're fitted out with Micro-missiles and AMMs."

Two more crew members pushed a moving ladder to the cockpit of his fighter as he approached. McKnight flew up the ladder, skipping every other step, and vaulted into the seat in the open cockpit. Right arm flicked switches and powered on the veritech as the left shoved the helmet over his head, sealed it to his suit, and attached the air-tube to the front muzzle of his helmet. McKnight breathed in as the tube began pumping air, and his helmet visor began displaying diagnostic information.

"Fox, this is Vapor. All signs call in."

Robotech: The Macross War (Space Opera, Mecha RP)

Sorry for the delay! More is going on in this post than I originally anticipated.