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Gaia Name: ElladanKenet
Character Name: TK-00 Sith Assasin Droid
Gender: Male Programming
Age: Less than 1 Year
Race: Droid
Character Description: TK-00

Relations: Darth Norfair (Creator)
Character History: TK-00 is the result of years of research on Sith alchemy and ancient Sith wardroids. He is a prototype that specializes in anti-Jedi combat and interrogation techniques.

Two things make TK-00 unique: intergrated AI, and his Force-Fear replicator.

His intergrated AI allows TK-00 to adapt to and against his targets and enemies. To an extent, he can learn about his enemies, and study them in detail. He borders on near-sentience.

TK-00 is also built with a prototype software system called the Force Fear replicator. Essentially, it allows him to give off an inaudible signal that can trigger the fear receptors of unprepared victims. While extremely effective, it doesn't work so much on Dark Siders, and has no effect on droids.

Primarily, TK-00 functions as an assasin and torture droid. He was created specifically to hunt down and eliminate force-wielding threats. Thus, he was made to ebst combat these threats: a cortosis frame and armor make him lightsaber resistant, and traininng in Forms II and V make him a lethal combatant on par with a Sith Marauder such as Darth Maul. Be glad he doesn't have the Force.

Emotionally, TK-00's programming can best be described as sadistic. Outside of Norfair and Saveria, he cares for nothing and noone. He takes delight in playing with and torturing his victims. before killing them. His tool of choice for these "sessions" is an electroprod, and the screams of his victims is the cloest thing that brings him to bliss.

Personal Belongings:
- 1 Disruptor Pistol of Unknown Design
- 1 Heavy Blaster Carbine
- 1 Sith Alchemy Poison Dagger
- 1 EMP/Blaster Shielding
- Red-bladed Lightsaber
- Sith Alchemy Force-Fear Replicator

Alignment: Sith
Occupation: Assasin-Interrogation Droid
Skills: Piloting, Translating, Interrogation, Torture, Melee and Lightsaber Combat, Marksmanship
Flaws: Lack of Force-sensitivity

Roleplay Sample: N/A

Gaia Name: Ksrugi
Character Name: Iden Shryne
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Race: Human
Character Description: A young man standing tall and regal, roughly 6' with well kept black hair, cut short to keep it from being a distraction. His body is slim and finely toned, a product of heavy physical training, yet his eyes shine with intelligence proving that he is as capable mentally as he is physically.

Relations: He never knew his family, having been taken as a child to be trained as a Jedi.
Character History: Iden's family, save himself and his keeper, had been murdered by raiders when the boy was still a babe. His keeper, having great love for the child, ran as far as she could bearing him, but soon died of exhaustion and wounds from the raid. Whether by work of the Force or just sheer luck, the child was found by a Jedi Knight who had gone to investigate the raider attacks. He was take to the Jedi Academy on Datooine at once, the Knight could feel the child's strong affinity with the Force.

There, he was raised never knowing about his true family and growing to never question the wisdom of the Jedi Masters. He grew into a fine young man and loved the physical and mental challenges his training had to offer. His skill in combat grew to impress his peers and the only trouble he ever got with his superiors was because of the large amounts of time he spent in a sparring ring. Life was easy for him in the academy, but his ignorance was shaken when he was sixteen. He began having feelings he had never known before for a fellow Jedi Apprentice, but he knew that such feelings were dangerous for an apprentice wanting to continue with his training. But still his affection for her grew and he began questioning Jedi teachings further once he found records of Jedi defections in previous wars and conflicts. What made him question the most, however, were the records of the Sith and those who fell to the Dark side.

Iden is a fine young man who wishes to someday become a full fledged Jedi, but he currently questions his ideals and what has been fed to him for so many years. He knows there is more to be learned outside of the academy and dearly wishes he could find someone to be his mentor, his Jedi Master.
Personal Belongings: Jedi robes

Alignment: Jedi Order
Occupation: Jedi Apprentice
Skills: Force Sensitive and a superb duelist, ideal for the life of a Jedi Guardian.
Flaws: He is very undecisive and unsure about the rest of the galaxy. And while he may be a great fighter, he has never fought anyone outside of a sparring ring.

Roleplay Sample: Iden bowed his head to the merchant, quickly apologizing for spilling the man's goods. As he bent to pick up what he had dropped, a glint of light set him on alarm and Iden quickly backed away from the merchant, placing his right arm out first if he needed to disarm his opponent.

"I truly am sorry sir, please let me clean up my mess."

The merchant tossed his knife from hand to hand, glaring at Iden. The filthy man licked his lips and shook his head, inching closer to the young Jedi.

"Dat t'ain't gonna do it boy, gotsa do more 'un dat to square it even."

The merchant lunged, knife first, but Iden noted how clumsy the man moved, how unpracticed the man really was. The merchant tried to plunge the knife into Iden's chest, but Iden's right hand smartly shot out and grabbed the man's wrist, guiding the knife away from his body. The merchant, taken by surprise, didn't expect to be tripped or to have his knife taken from him either. Iden pocketed the knife and left the merchant's stand, using the crowd around him to vanish, letting the roar of the crowd flushing out the curses of the merchant.

GAIA NAME:tamahome zokano
CHARACTER NAME:HK-50
GENDER:unknown
AGE:unknown
RACE:droid
CHARACTER DISCRIPTION:HK-50 is a assassin droid. with a height of 6'2" and a wight of 760 pounds.it is basic off the assassin droid HK-47 its out side color is blue except for its head which is red with a bit of paint scratch of.
RELATIONSHIPS: this droid as many non human friends its is basically a "if not a droid they must die" type of droid but will obey any one that has bought its association job
CHARACTER HISTORY:HK-50 was built in a small droid factor hidden owned by the black suns. HK-50 assassinated many Jedi and many top bounty hunters it him time this event was not all. He also served the black sun but he was later on destroyed by dark Mal .Then after that HK-50's left overs were soon found and was put back to getter HK-50 know serves the remaining Jedi.
WEPONS:particle canon, grenade launcher and a plasma pistol along with grenades
ALIGNMENT:it depends
OCCUPATION:assassination/bounty hunter
SKILLS:hit and run, sabotage and destroying things
FLAWS: non droid racism
RP EX:"I heard you hate robots?"pointing the shot gun in front of human bounty hunter leaning down on the ground "you know what i do to droid discriminators?"pusses waiting for him to answer."i kill them! and then i use whats left!!" he then pules the trigger obliterating the bounty's head. he then picks up hies grenades and weapons left over and hands them to his master "did that cheer you up master? shell we kill more to enjoy or selves?"HK-50 said to him in a humorous way

Gaia Name: Commander Scarlet

Character Name: Ravalic

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Race: Jawa

Character Description: http://i332.photobucket.com/albums/m357/Horrorcrow/Black_Jawa.jpg Typical 3ft jawa with desert robe and boots repair kit tools and ion blaster.

Relations:Nebit Tribe

Character History: Ravalic was with the Nebit Tribe since he could remember til a Kryat Dragon destroyed the sandcrawler and killing many of the tribe. The survivors scatterd Ravalic found his way back to Mos Eisly and sold droids for a while. While collecting metal for a new ship seeing on how he hasent had contact with his tribe in seven years now he decides to make a ship to leave Tatoonine. Ravalic never finished making the ship but ran into three jawas from his tribe. Ravalic told them that he wants to do something better than to sell droids.

Personal Belongings:Ion Blaster, Desert Robe and Boots, Binoculars, Scanner

Alignment:Undecided

Occupation:Selling custom droids

Skills razz ersuasive, Agile, Repairs / Builds Droids and Ships, Speaks many languages, Sneaky

Flaws:Stubborn, Can't Navigate well, Can't Swim well

Roleplay Sample: Wondering the outskirts of Mos Eisly Ravalic was collecting metal for a new veichle that was ment to run across the rough terrain and collect metal. Out of no where a tuskan raider throws a spear at the jawa. The spear missed and in return an ion blast hit the tuskan raider stunned and lying in the sand. Ravalic takes the spear and rammed it through head of the attacker. Ravalic takes the metal off the dead raider and continues collecting...

Gaia Name: Detachi
Character Name: Darren Greno
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Race: Human
Character Description: http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t120/Frost_Sith/Star Wars/Jedi_Sith/DarthRevanotherversion1.jpg
Darren's Hair is kept long, beacause he never really wants to cut it. He has a fit body, and wears dark clothing.

Relations: None, except his Master
Character History: Darren Greno was originally raised to be a jedi trainee, But when he was 14, his parents where killed by Dark Jedi. In anger, Seth sought revenge off of cold blood. He got his revenge when he hunted them down killing them all in their sleep, and taking their light sabers. Each Dark Jedi carried one lightsaber, he recieved 10 lightsabers. After this display of bloodshed, the jedi order wouldn't take him. So the night after that, He killed as many Young jedi padawans as he could find. Seth then went to the Dark jedi on Dxun, vowing a blood-oath and giving them the lightsabers he took as offerings. The Dark Jedi, unlike the Jedi Order, excepted him.
Personal Belongings: The Green light saber, he built in his trainingas a dark jedi, an ancient vibro sword slung around his back perfectly perserved that belonged to his father, and a blaster rifle.

Alignment: Dark Jedi
Occupation: N/A
Skills: Huge amounts of strength, Moderate stealthing, Exceptional security skills.
Flaws: Gets angry easily, Not good at people skills, is unsure if he took the right path...

Roleplay Sample: Detachi Mounted his sword on his back, as he packed up for the day. Today was the day he was going to practice his sword fighting, with the village's old hermit up the hill. As he left, he made sure to lock the door behind him. Detachi, then made his way up the hill. A half hour later, he made it. detachi knocks on the door... "Hello." says an old man. "Hi, My names Detachi i sent word to you for permission to train."Says a surprised Detachi, "This is suppossed to be a sword master?", He thinks to himself. "Yes,"says the old man,"Come in, we'll get started." So they both step in the hut to begin training.

Not a bad profile, but not an exemplerary one either. The fact that as a youngling, he killed 10 Dark Jedi is a bit overkill, since killing even one or two would be enough to get everyone's attention. Otherwise, the profile is short and sweet, albeit not elaborate. Accepted, pending further opinions.

Gaia Name: Cerasi~Kinn
Character Name: Lyla Fal
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Race: Human
Character Description: Lyla stands at 5'5 tall, and is a human female, clearly identified by her young, sleek feminine body. She is a brunette, her hair running no further than her shoulders at the sides, but hanging all the way down to her hips at the back. Though her attire varies each day, she favours two outfits over the rest. The first is a well-fitting tan-coloured vest-top that hangs slightly off her body to keep her cool, with matching bottoms and brown boots. The second is a thin black jumpsuit that leaves very little to the imagination with a set of simple black shoes. This suit is saved for the nights she wishes to remain concealed. Both outfits are finished with brown leather belt, boasting a holster on the right side, and a small pouch on the back-left. [Image]

Personality-wise, Lyla is extremely confident and flirtatious. She is almost always in a cheery mood, making jokes and generally being the centre of attention in her local cantinas. Due her confidence, however, she often often very stubborn when it comes to arguments or questions, with an overall unwillingness to co-operate.

Relations: Cousin; Quel-Drin Fal
Character History: Lyla was born the daughter of Ghalla Fal, a cantina cook, and Sheela Fal, a housewife. Though originally being born in Kaadraa on the planet of Naboo, Lyla's family migrated to Corellia, shortly after she was born, in the hopes of estabilishing their own, family-run cantina. Since the move, her family has never left the planet, and, because of this, Lyla considers Corellia her home. As her father was before her, Lyla was approached by the Jedi to be trained. However, having heard what was involved, as well as being too young to understand, he turned down this offer.

Lyla had a rather uneventful childhood. During her younger years, her family lived above the cantina they were able to purchase. Though she remembers little of those days, it was not a suitable environment for a child. She was kept isolated from the cantina patrons, but the late night music and chatter often kept her awake. Eventually, her family earned enough money to purchase a small house close the cantina.

Lyla's school years were almost as equally dull. She was nothing more than an average student, focusing more on her social life than her school work. She was extremely popular in school, largely due to her exceptional skills in gymnastics and dance. Of course, this meant that she neglected her academic studies. At the age of fifteen, their family's success hit a crisis. Lyla's mother, Sheela, was stricken ill. Though not life-threatening, the treatment for the illness was very expensive and, in turn, put a great strain on their financial situation. Just before Ghalla would be left with no option other than selling the cantina, Lyla went to a Republic Military medical centre and pleaded for aid. Fortunately, the Republic offered help, promising a Jedi would be passing through within weeks. Sheela was transfered to the centre, awaiting the arrival of the Jedi. Eventually, the Jedi arrived and, to the family's surprise, it was a relative, Quel-Drin Fal. This was the first time Lyla had ever met him, but he was famous within the family. Being a medical expert, Quel-Drin was able to treat his aunt, restoring her to perfect health. Having treated the other patients in the facility, but just before departing, he encouraged Lyla to become a Jedi. As she had done when she was child, Lyla refused the offer. Without argument or resentment, Quel-Drin left, and Lyla's family continued as it once did.

At the age of eighteen, Lyla finally finished school. She had changed her priorities, focusing on her studies and completely ignoring the more physical subjects. However, her effort was all in vain. She had neglected her studies too much, leaving school with no exceptional grades in anything. Her friends, on the other hand, all did very well, almost all going straight into employment. Lyla became very isolated, working occasional bar shifts in her father's cantina, but doing little else. Her life became very mundane. Rather than suffering with her past mistakes, Lyla became motivated to do something to spice up her life. Using her savings, and a large amount of money she had 'liberated' from her father, she bought a ticket to another planet, one she had never heard of before. She was eagarly anticipating her new, exciting change.

Lyla's excitment was quickly overcome by fear and regret when she saw the wasteland she had arrived on. It was Tatooine. Lyla was kicking herself as she departed from the shuttle. She had made a rash decision and ended up in a hell hole. She was did not even think to bring money for a return trip, or even tell her family where she was going. She was truly stuck on this world. She was completely out of her depth. She was used to the relative safety of Corellia, but here she could see people carrying around blasters as if it was common practice. She sought shelter in the closest cantina. Though being shocked by how dangerous it appeared at first glance, Lyla was able to befriend the Twi'lek bar owner. He was sympathetic towards her dilema and offered for her to stay in the tiny apartment above the cantina.

Having stayed for in the apartment for a couple of weeks, wasting her days in the cantina below, Lyla was asked to start paying rent. This left her in quite a bind. Though becoming quite popular in the cantina talking to the locals, she had not been seeking work. This caused her to panic. Frantically, she asked around in the streets for any work that was going. There was nothing. Expressing her situation to the regulars in the cantina, one suggested engaging in some less than legal practices to gain some money. Giving her some basic tips on pickpocketing and burglary, Lyla decided it was the only option available. That night, she went out, dressed all in black, and stole more than she needed. This success continued for some time.

Though never having actually attacked anyone, Lyla has come under fire on several occasions, forcing her to flee for her life. Having now adapted to the life on Tatooine, she invested some of her 'earnings' into a simplistic DL-18 Pistol, just for protection, but has been fortunate enough since to have not used it. Now she saves her extra credits, hoping to, one day, own a place of her own.

Personal Belongings: Worn DL-18 Blaster Pistol and a small stash of around 1500 credits.

Alignment: None
Occupation: Scoundrel/Petty Thief
Skills: Security skill in picking simplistic locks, as well as basic training in blaster pistols. Her talent lies in her ability to remain undetected.
Flaws: Lack of combat experience and physical strength.

Roleplay Sample:

"Another round for everyone!"

Lyla yelled to to the bartender, followed by a supportive cheer from the other people sitting at the table with her. The two human males and Bith sat around, were enjoying Lyla's company but, more importantly, enjoying her generousity. She had been buying drinks for them all night, clearly celebrating something. It was not uncommon for her by to drinks for friends when she had had a particularly successful night, but for her to buy drinks continuously was a rare event indeed. As the drinks arrived, Lyla slipped to waitress ten credits for the service, then slouched back into her seat, bringing her feet up and slamming her boots onto the table. Grabbing the glass firmly with her left hand, she raised it to the others, preparing to make a toast.

"To thievery! May it forever steal our hearts!"

Another cheer came from the group, followed by roar of laughter at the terrible toast. The effects of all the drinks had clearly started to kick in, and the whole group contined to laugh away the time. Round after round of drink was served to the table, and they continued to enjoy themselves. Other patrons were obviously getting annoyed by the group's domination of the cantina, but none chose to confront them about it. After more giggles, the Bith of the group asked a serious question. Giving, what would seem a random arrangement of grunts, squeeks and mumbles, he directed him attention to Lyla. Not understanding what he said, Lyla looked to one of the men with her to translate.

"He said, what was it you 'liberated' that has made you flash your cash around like this?"

"Oh! Sorry. Well...."

Lyla lent in closer to the group, beckoning the others to do the same. She looked over her shoulder, checking that no one was listening in on their conversation. Lowering her tone, she explained the item.

"...It was this little orb, a creamy or pearl sort of colour. It was the only thing in the chump's house I could actually get away with, you know what I mean? Everything else that looked valuable was bigger than me! I just grabbed it so it wasn't a wasted venture. When I took it to my fence, that rodian down by the old garage, his eyes lit up when I showed it to him. He muttered about lizards or something, but all I cared about was the credits I swear, he would have surrendered his own house for this. but what he gave me was more than adequate.

The guys looked very impressed, but also curious. As Lyla sat back, the men did the same, returning to the more casual look of the group. However, the interest of the orb still remained. Breaking the tension, Lyla raised her hand, summoning the waitress over with a fresh round of drinks. As with every other time, a mightly cheer came from the group, and binge continued.

Accepted! ~ Seffi.

Gaia name: Blackdragon0083

Character name: Blake Davenport

Gender: Male

Age: 3427 / looks late 30s

Race: Human Echini

Character description: A white male with an athletic build, long white-gray hair held in a ponytail, pale skin, no disfiguring marks, and pale blue eyes. When not wearing his armor, can be seen in a variety of paramilitary style clothing, and is rarely seen without his duster.

Relations: none, all friends, family ,and known associates, died thousands of years ago.

Character history: Born on corerscant a few years before the blockade of naboo by the trade federation, Blake lived a relatively peaceful life in the center of galactic commerce and politics. His parents worked in the corecent security were his father was an investigator and his mother was a receptionist, at a young age Blake showed aptitude for problem solving and was gifted with an inquisitive nature. Dearing the apex of clone wars, the separatists invasion of curescant Blake’s parents were killed in the attack slaughtered in the assault on C-sec headquarters. Orphaned at the age of 11 Blake jumped from foster parent to foster parent growing more rash and violent as the years dragged on at the age of 19 Blake applied for the academy on the newly renamed imperial center, formally curacant, were he showed remarkable aptitude in combat arms and tactics, three years in the imperial army, his skill was such he was drafted into the storm trooper corps were he got his first taste of combat at the battle of kimino in 10 BBY were he was attached to the 501st legion under a advanced training role. Soon after the battle of mustafair in 11BBY he was then attached to the 217th legion were he stood out from his peers as a free thinker. A trait undesired in a trooper but valued in IMPINTL the imperial intelligence division. He soon found himself drafted once again.

After initial agent training and facilitation Blake was tasked with tracking a then up and coming crime lord with loose affiliation to the Black sun and the hutts, soon however the remainder of his team found themselves caught in piracy raids, muggings gone wrong and unfortunate accidents, these deaths tipped Blake to avoid similar fates but did little to detour him. For three years he tracked his quarry across the known galaxy, it was in the border words and outer rim that Blake saw things that shook his faith in the empire. After several failed assignation attempts, outright fire fights and a few run ins with a patricianly arrogant bounty hunter. Blake succeeded in dropping the Intel needed to capture his quarry as he was planning to betray his hutt boss on felucca

Blake ended his career with the successful defense of a cache of mothballed clone wars equipment, after information of the Death star became public Blake could no longer morally support the empire but nor did he have a desire to resist the order and stability it brought. After the defense of the cache he reported that much of its equipment was misappropeated by the pirates that had raided it. This was partly true a good portion of its equipment was mis appropeated…straight in to Blake’s pocket, including a set of ARC armor and an experimental B1 battle droid designed for more independence and far greater competence then its predecessors. Taking a cue from his at times adversarial rival Blake took up the bounty hunter trade, were his combat skills in the infamous storm trooper legion, and the tracking and investigative skills garnered in imperial intelligence, have allowed Blake to become vary successful In this freelance profession.

Meny years and misadventures passed during the galactic civil war and new republics reign, Blake eventually found himself embroiled in the vong war, his story supposedly ended in a battle of the infamous Maw, his Arc was damaged in the fighting and was embedded into an asteroid in the maws thick asteroid field, no option but to wait for rescue and heal his damaged body he put himself into his vessels cryo stasis chamber designed to hold his bounty, but the field was dense and few people were interested in wading threw the debris of the fight. Eventually however 3 millina later the junk traders took to the maw as they did like any rat to leftover meat, it was only a mater of time before they discovered Blake’s little hideaway, he was eventually revived, and filled in on all he missed however as he soon discovered little had changed and the galaxy was up to its old tricks again, the time was right for Blake to return to his, it didn’t take long for Blake to slide back into the bounty hunter trade, though his armor and equipment is antiquated it is still vary deadly and in the hands of Blake they become tools of frightening efficiency, with strong past ties to the rebellion and the empire he could not help but support them in this new growing conflict.

Blake himself is 5,11 in height and weighs 185 lb, he has platinum colored hair that is kept long, well trimmed and tied in a ponytail, his effenimiute feathers face and good looks were used in imperial recruitment and propaganda films to show a more human side to imperial storm troopers, and to clear up the misconception that they were themselves battle droids, infact his face was one of several reasons for the marked increases in female officer recruits in the years following the establishment of the empire. Blake himself hates his history as a minor holo-vid star and makes every effort to keep a low profile.

Blake utilizes a set of ARC armor as replacement for his storm trooper armor. The armor itself is black with crimson along the arms shoulders, face trim, and on the syntheses Kama and Paldon, the Visor of the Helmet is a shade of Cyan, the actual trim is gold, these have no real meaning for Blake other the astecitacal appeal and to separate himself from the ARC troopers, Blake dose have a jetpack for the armor although after his first attempt at using the device and being forced to get both his legs reconstructed he has placed the pack in storage and forgotten about it.

Blake’s partner in battle is a B1 era battle droid, after the horrible folly at the battle of Naboo B1s went through several experimental phases where they were given varies levels of independence, this model seen as too difficult to produce and too hard to control in mass . Blake “saved” the droid by stealing it from the cache with plans to sell it on the black market. After the droid was activated in a fight its usefulness was made immediately apparent and Blake could not justify not using it. The droid is an advanced combat model outfitted with exceptional combat, and assignations programs. The unit shows exceptional accuracy and tactics in combat, all with a morbid sense of self fulfillment in accomplishing its predestined tasks, although its frame like its predecessor is weak it is also easy to repair and salvage, making the B1 more then a match for most sentient combatants and makes Blake’s exceptional combat ability’s even deadlier. It has a strong attachment to Blake for “rescuing” it from being abandoned, and serves Blake unconditionally, Unfortunately for the B1 Blake’s scars from the clone wars have not fully healed and he will consistently take his aggressions out on the B1. The b1 also takes care of administrative maintince and navigation.

Personal belongings: E-11 Blaster Carbine, brayer Blaster pistol, 10 inch vibro-blade honor knife, Z-6 heavy Rotary Blaster Repeater, ACP array blast cannon, equipped to ARC armor are a miniature flame thrower, and dart launcher witch can be used to fire a grappling hook a considerable distance, there is also a small “pop out” vibroblade in a tow of his right boot, varies additional arms and equipment inside armory abored his ship.

Ship: heavily modified ARC-170 assault reconacence heavy fighter/bomber

Stats:
Length 32.7 ft x 9.37 ft x 66 ft
Weight: 60,500 lb
Engine rating: 120 MGLT with a max acceleration of 3,000 G
Max speed in atmo is 44,000 K/MH (mach 44)
Hyper drive rating: 2.0
Hyper drive range: 7,000 LY
Shielding: 500 mega watt deflection generation
Countermeasures: Sensor jammers, coms jammers, Thermal masking, good for 30 minuets of continues use.
Armaments:
2 flowered mounted heavy laser cannons.
2 rear mounted anti-fighter repeaters
1 proton torpedo launcher, with 6 proton torpedoes
Cargo hold 16 ft x 9 ft x 4.3 ft
Cargo capacity: 3000 lb
Crew: 1 pilot
Passengers 2 comfortably, 12 if packed in.
Date introduced: 20 BBY

The ARC-170 was an aggressive reconicence fighter pressed into frontline service during the clone wars. Boasting Abnormally, heavy shielding, armor and firepower for a fighter it has been compared to a gunship interims of performance. Although some have sead that the ARC was a slow craft its acceleration has been matched equally with that of a TIE fighter. Although it wont be making any pinpoint turns it can however pretty much outrun and outlive anything it cant outgun. Notable detractions were heavy crew cost and high maintence upkeep, the vessel requiring three personal and an astromech droid to function to optimum performance.

After the clone wars the ARC witch was produced in large numbers fell into the hands of the rebels and the newly formed empire. The rebellion being short on men and resources could not sustain any notable numbers of ARC-170s and mostly striped them of anything useful, a few were kept as picket ships recon craft and command units. The Empire seeing the craft as far to costly to produce took its notable feathers as well as those of other craft of the clone wars and used them as a base board for TIE production, the majority of the empires ARCs were mothballed to be regulated to anti-piracy operations, outer rim patrols and to be used as transportation for imperial agents

Blake acquired one of these vessels as an imperial intelligence operative. at the time the vessel was still rigged for three man use and was unsuited for combat applications. Seeing the potional for the vessel as an independent combat craft, Blake approached Kuat drive yards for a major redesigned on the ships control system. Seeing that the gunner had little purpose all weapons control was rewired to the pilots cockpit, the entire aft section of the craft, gunner seat, aft gunner, and astromech docking ring where striped and the additional space was used to fit a upgraded power plant and a modernized hyper drive, living massive room available for an small armory, storage, and Spartan living quarters. The ARCs infamous detecting and jamming gear were left in place for ECM and ECCM purposes, the ARCs heavy laser cannons have been refitted for more modernized performance and its large engines have been overhauled with more modern components to take advantage of the increased power of the new generator make the ARCs already high acceleration even higher. Even the crafts shields have been revamped to give the true sustainability of a gunboat in one small deadly package, as for the vessels aft anti- fighter repeaters and proton torpedo launcher, these have been left largely unchanged with the exception that the aft blaster are no slaved to a fire control computer instead of being manually operated. Though it can be operated manually by the pilot if neceary.



Alignment: Nutrial but is prone to working for the resistance and corporations

Occupation: Bounty hunter/ information broker

Skills: Tracking, investigation, and interrogation, skill garnered in the imperial intelligence service, CQB combat, marksmanship, demolitions, and piloting skills garnered in the imperial storm trooper legion.

Flaws: Blake suffers from a strong alcohol and death stick addiction, due to damage he received during so many years of cryo stasis much of his internal organs have been cloned, yet still cerebral nerve damnige exists producing the rare neurological muscular inhibition, migraine headache, seizer, unreasonable paranoia, hallucinations, and spontaneous act of violence, also suffers from post traumatic stress disorder brought on by shock of revival, and sometimes develops flashbacks of his life before cryo stasis

as a result this makes Blake volatile and unpredictable.


Additional information:
In addition Blake also keeps a few pit droids around to assist inn repairs, their compact size makes them easily storable on the fighter.

Blake keeps a small Zephyr G swoop bike in the back of his ARC-170,

Blake uses the mined out asteroid in the gionoses sector witch also happened to be the cache for the republic equipment he procured, hiding his comings and goings and back room trades in the traffic of one of the galaxies largest industrial sectors.

Blake despises the Hutts but has been known to work with them from time to time, he mostly keeps his dealings with the rebels and the empire as they generally pay up after an accomplished asseghenment.

Blake is half echini but his father was far removed from the echini society so he has none of the races extreme martial prowess, instead his only CQB ability drives from his storm trooper training,

Blake has a obsession with collecting weapons,

Role-play sample

OK fine ill give you an rp sample but be careful what you wish for,

If you don’t have time on your hands…and a decoder ring stop reading now,


Scene
imperial center,
under city slums
casino headquarters of Guadella the hutt.

The lights were bright and flashing in an appealing fashion, with loud festive noises assaulting the senses from every direction, the main foyer of the casino certainly made a stark contrast from the dark and smoggy atmosphere that made up the bulk of the decaying infrastructure that was the jewel of modern galactic civilization. The hand of the emprorer rarely reached this far below the shining and pristine look of deracrete and plasteel that made up the high rises of imperial center. It was a paradise for criminals, smugglers, oppressed aliens demoted to second class citizens by the empires humano-centric views, and other types of nare-do-wells, and those who my seek a place to disappear too. Jaxx Fenal was the latter he spent most of his adult life acting as a broker for one of the Hutts many puppet companies, his life was going well, he tended many under the table deeds and was supposed too be set, till the boss got caught with his fingers in the embezzlement jar. Then Boontha decided a little infrastructure purging was necessary.

After witnessing many of his colleges meet horrible fates at the hands of Boonta’s resource reallocation personnel. Jaxx decided to make a deal with one of Boonta’s rivals in the Hutt families, selling information of Boonta’s finance embezzlement funds in exchange for protection from Boonta’s purge, in retrospect this was not the best idea as he was now more a less a slave with anughter Hutt under constant “protection” once Gudella got what she wanted, Jaxx was more or less a dead man and he knew it. All he could do was squander away the rest of his short time on false luxuries. So he putt anughter credit in the low jack machine and watched his numbers come up s**t again. Sighing deeply to himself he decided not to lose anymore money tonight and began to walk outside the casino, doing his best to avoid getting distracted by the Twi-lek stage dances, and the festive bands intoxicating melodies. He managed to reach the ornate sliding door without many more difficulties and was met by a Rodan and a Zabak. His two intimidating bodyguards for the evening, courtesy of his new master. He noded his recognition and proceeded in the direction of the hovel he called home.

The alleyway leading from the casino was filled rather dark and covered with filth of the kind Jaxx felt better not knowing. A small luminescent fixture flickered at times casting strange shadows in the ally that messed with ones eyes a little, but that was normal hear. What did unnerve him however was how absent the ally was of people, this casino was quite the hotspot so this place should be bristling with traffic and it normally was. His two companions did not seam to care, and his room was not but a couple of blocks, so he merely cast it off as a passing bit of paranoia fabricated by a hunted man. The Rodan and his companion seamed engaged in conversation of barbres things that Jaxx really made an effort not to care about. In retrospect he wish he had paid more attention to hiss feelings. As the rodan who was in the middle of a jaunty laugh at the zabak’s depraved joke soon found himself with a smoking wound were his face had once been, their was no tissue or blood left from a blaster wound, only smoking, charred, cauterized flesh. The Rodan slumped to his knees falling face first into the deracrete, making a sick meaty sound as he did. Both Jaxx and the remaining body guard sat stunned as to what had happened, it was only then that his mind recalled the sound of the bolt being fired. A strange combination of a high-pitched screech and a dull steady precution.

The second bodyguard turned sharply reaching for his own blaster, a DLT 44, a heavy blaster pistol that he could not hope to draw fast enough to save his life. Sure enough a sires of scarlet beams penetrated deep into the Zabaks chest, his face contorted inn pain as he fell back on the dirty deracrete, his life extinguished, the blaster flying from his hand and skidding across the ground. Jaxx looked up in time to see four figures emerge from the shadows of the opening of the ally behind him, their shapes formed into the figures of two humans, a trandoshin, and a Dufal. The humans carried generic blastech carbines, the Trandoshin carried a DC-15, a large and robust rifle from the clone wars, and the Dufal carried a large and menacing vibro-axe, they approached Jaxx with a look of menacing intent on their faces, “Jaxxy boy!” spoke the Trandoshin.

“we had a fun time sniffing you out of this rat hole. Boontha is not vary happy with how you are using the secrets Boontha entrusted with you. Not vary happy at all. Why don’t you come with us so you can tell Lord Boontha how vary sorry you are. Come with us we will make ever thing right. Yes?”

The Trandoshin slurred over every syllable and yet there was something in the lizards condescending tone that infuriated Jaxx and yet by that vary tone he knew that this was not a matter of choice.
Jaxx did not care how ever, he turned and ran, his legs felt numb beneath him yet he drove fowered down the ally and around the bend down another ally, he marveled at how much this place seemed like a maze when the right mind set was applied to it. He could hear from behind him the same Trandoshin goading him.

“ Jaxxy why the running come now why must you be difficult, you know how this is going to end, don’t make things hard.”

He ran as hard as he could down the ally he did not know, he did not care, he had to run, till a blue streak came flying past his peripheral vision, sending a feeling of electricity and heat across his face as the bolt impacted the stairwell corner with explosive force. Jaxx found himself skidding to a halt with the ever clear threat of death made apparent, he suddenly felt more compliant.

“go up the stairs Jaxx,” spoke the Trandoshin behind him his tone gravely series. “you will just find more of are men up their you are quarantined, no more running the chase ends hear, one way or the other,”

his DC now leveled on Jaxx’s chest. Jaxx was about to say something in response when a sires of sloppy meaty thuds came from the direction of the stairwell, Jaxx turned just in time to see the form of a well built human roll on his back, a large knife shoved up under his chin, a glint of metal could be seen inside his blood filled throat, his mouth stuck in a scream that will never be herd, now it was the Hutt thugs turn to be surprised, the sound of heavy leather boots echoing off deracrete could be heard, reverberating off the walls of the claustrophobic alleyway. Black leather high neck combat boots where the first thing to enter Jaxx’s field of vision, followed by black, gray and whit urban camouflage pants, a worn brown leather duster could be seen hugging the mans legs fluttering slightly with his downward movement, on the mans belt hung a large blaster pistol that would fit comfortably in the hand of any Wookie, a strange double barreled contraption Jaxx was unfamiliar with, several thermal detonators and ammo packs. The man wore black flexible chest armor underneath the coat, he was a human with light skin and long gray almost silvery hair that reflected in the light. He had a death stick in his mouth and a wicked grin on his face the same one the Hutt thugs had when they killed his protection, Jaxx was learning to associate the smile with at the look of a hunter how was barring down on his pray for the kill.

The man reached behind his coat and produced the single most large gun Jaxx had ever seen, a Evil mechanism that had six barrels that begun to spin. It was all Jaxx could do to drop to the floor as the most evil sound emerged from the mans gun, the sound of blaster fire but being repeated at hundreds of times a second. The hallway filled with a rapid strobe of blue light from the muzzle flash, the shadows of the Hutt’s thugs being casted upon the wall, their bodies falling to pieces like sick marionette with the strings cut, finally the shots stopped and Jaxx lifted his head to see the man standing over him, the barrels of his cannon slowing to a halt, their tips glowing profusely, with smoke arising from deep inside the bores. The man was still smiling, he took a deep drag from his death stick and turned to look at Jaxx, “Why waste so much time talking? Tch, Enforcers. Their such drama queens. Don‘t you think?” the man spoke to Jaxx. Still with that same smile that some how looked even more evil now then when it was on the face of the thugs.

“what’s your name?” the man asked.
“Ja-Jaxx” Jaxx stuttered “who are you?”
The man looked as if he pondered the question a bit, “ I am Damion Wolf. Sec authority investigator, you are lucky we happen to be conducting a raid in the area. Now Jaxx what do you say we get you out of hear.” the man walked over two the tattered remains of the thugs and picked up the DC and the DLT, he admired the dc for a second the tossed Jaxx the DLT. “you know how to work that? “
“No” Jaxx admitted.
“Well learn fast and don’t shoot me in the back. Come on we need to get out of hear.”
Damion bounded up the stairs faster then Jaxx felt was normal for anybody, he tried heard to follow the man up the stairs and down the proceeding hallway, but Jaxx soon realized just how horribly out of shape he was, the man came to the end of the hallway, and motioned for him to stop. The man peard around the corner and Jaxx took this time to catch his breath , and to inquire as to their destination. “where the ******** are we going? My house is that way.”

“Don’t worry about your house. You will find it in quite the state of destruction when you get their. Think about this for a second, those guys where hunting you. Where do you think the first place they would look would be, and where they would wait patiently for your return?”

“ good point. Well the main bizarre opens up hear in a few turns.“

“that’s no good ether,” the man looked quite dejected for a second, like a kid looking back on getting caught by his parents with his hand in the cookie jar. “ you see I made quite the mess getting down hear. The bulk of the force meant to contain you seams to have fallen back to the ally entrances, including your bizarre.”

“well what about the police?” with this Damion slowly turned his head to look Jaxx in the eyes, one of Damion’s silver eye brows was half raised, and their was a look of if Damion was trying intently to set Jaxx ablaze with the power of his mind. “I thought you where supposed to be smart.” Damion proclaimed. This question puzzled Jaxx till he came to a conclusion, the police was different from sec corp., they would storm into the slums arresting anything in sight or just plain shooting it possibly including Jaxx himself, at best he would be drug in and made to pay for instigating the “Riot” regardless of the fact he was the victim hear, yes the police where the wrong thing to call, at this point all he could do was trust Damion to get him out of this alive.” fine what do you propose?”

“There is a mantince access around here somewhere. We take the to the surface, grab a speeder and head to the local spaceport, from there we can acquire passage to one of the docks where you can get out of the system with ease. Sound good? Thought so. Let‘s go.”

Damion was moving with purpose again. He barreled down the tight corridors with the speed and purpose of a predator on the hunt. Easily clutching close to his weight in equipment, Jaxx had no idea how Damion moved like that. They rounded to more corners and Damion motioned for him to stop, around the corner was two Chidoris with large rifles, and an Aurelian. Blake calmly stepped around the corner and placed three high screeched blue particle rounds into the chest of the Aurelian, its three eyes bulging as it plummeted to the floor. With calm proficiency Damion moved his rifle over the chidoris who where scrambling to acquire a target with the rifles that where obvisly far too large for them. It was almost comical till Damion implemented his cold efficient acts of lethality upon their chests and face. The effects where explosive and the chedors fell back with the kinetic force, their fur starting to come ablaze from the heat at the impact points. “move up.” Damion spoke in a cold detach tone, as he broke from the corner he was using as cover, they proceeded towards the stairwell, the sounds of pursuit could be heard from behind him, shouting in alien tongue and the sounds of boots on deracrete, probably attracted to their position by Damion’s loud fire.

More people came rushing down the stairs humans, cut down almost as soon as they came into view by Damion’s leveled fire. Jaxx almost wished he could get a shot off on his own but his new companion was simply too fast, too efficient. People were struck down almost as soon as Jaxx had spotted them. That kind of training was not easy to come by and it made Jaxx wonder if Damion was who he said he was. He filed it in the back of his mind as Damion reached the stair well, the silver haired man pulled out a thermal detonator from his belt and threw the shiny sphere up the stair well. Almost as soon as he completed this action he pulled the menacing looking twin barreled weapon from its thigh holster with his free hand, and walk up the stairwell with a evil purpose, as the opposition at the top of the stairs screamed grenade and scrambled for cover. at the top of the stairs Damion laid into one side of the opposition with his DC with one hand and with the other almost without looking engaged targets on the other flank with his ACP shot cannon. Screaming could be heard from atop until Damion stopped firing. Then only silence and the smell of burning flesh. Damion motioned for Jaxx to come along. As jaxx mounted the stairs Damion charged his shot cannon with one hand by utilizing the corner of the stairwell. Two ACP casings pinged off his skull as he reached the top. Damion thin holstered the ACP and picked up the on detonated thermal detonator and primed it by pushing down on the button and pressing the switch up, the sounds of presute emerged from below the stairs. The red lights on the chrome sphere came to life and Damion casually tossed the detonator down the stairwell he spoke to Jaxx “time to leave.” as thy began walking their was a large explosion with the blast reaching up into the stairwell the sound of the blast engulfing the screams of the poor men caught in the explosion.

The remainder of the trip in the claustrophobic alleys was uneventful, soon they had reached the maintence lifts, Jaxx wondered why Damion seamed to know his way, maybe he grew up down hear that seamed to be the only logical explanation for this mans flawless sense of direction, the lift doors closed and the lift began its rise into the sky up to the upper levels of imperial center. The small lift was like a respite from the action a chance to catch their breaths, but Damion did not seam to be tired or shaken in the slightest, there was many questions Jaxx wanted to ask, like why the Hutt’s new were he was and where damion picked up his vary un police training, but Damion did not appear to be in the talkative mood so Jaxx held his tongue, and closed his eyes to relax and enjoy the long ride up. After close to ten minuets the lift ground to a halt and the doors opened to a mantence access antechamber, Damion walked over the anti-chambers doors and pressed the button to open them, the sudden blast of light was blinding as the doors opined and the sterile white cityscape enveloped before them, it was almost awe-inspiring, with the ceceless amounts of speeder traffic congesting the skies and the uncountable high rise buildings reaching towards the sky.
“come on damion said” almost annoyed. Now is not the time to be distracted by pretty lights.”

they did not have to look far for a parking lot. Jaxx kept a look out while Damion looked for his speeder. After several minuets passed, Jaxx’s curiosity was such that he had to ask. “So where is your speeder?”

“I am looking for one.”

“What? So we are stealing one?

“No. we are requisitioning one.”

“So we are stealing one!”

Damion gave no response.

Eventually after Damion had finished overriding the security of a nice, black convertible, sports speeder. He pulled it out of the lot and set it down in front of Jaxx.

“Get in. your driving.”

As he walked to the driver side and got in he thought that Damion seamed less and less like a cop every unit. The speeders repulsers whined as she took to the air. Jaxx stepped on the accelerator and the speeder moved away from the lot and into the traffic above. Damion rested his Z-6 in the back seat while his DC remained in the crook of his arm. Damion told Jaxx to head to the spaceport while he leaned back and rested. The ride was relatively uneventful it took about 30 minuets to break away from the main air traffic and enter the freight lane after about 5 minuets of traveling the spaceport finely came into view. Its dome shaped top and circular construction marked by uncountable comings and goings by both speeder and space traffic. As Jaxx looked over he noticed Damion pulling a Large rangefinder from his coat and peering into it, after about a minuet he lowered the rangefinder with a grim look on his face. He spoke to Jaxx without looking at him. “I want you to break away from this traffic, pick up speed and ram the gate.” he said matter-of-factly.
“You want me too what! Security will have my a** what the hell is going on?”
Damion tossed the range finder into jaxxs lap. And started to climb into the back seat. His voice could barely be heard over the sound of wind rushing across the speeders exposed cabin. “ you tell me win spaceport security started hiring gamorines, and started arming them with light repeaters.”
“What!”
“just drive. I have to take care of some annoyances that have been following us since the lot.”
“huh? Your not making any sense.”
“just ram the gate”
Damion managed to grab his Z-6 from the back of the speeder. He twisted the back end of the Z-6 till a shoulder pad was produced, he lid the firing grip fowered and down till it was locked to the side, and the bracing handle was pulled back and down in a similar fashion, as the bracing handle came down a range finder popped out the side. Damion had turned his under slung Z-6 into a shoulder mounted configuration for grater accuracy at a stationery position. He took aim it the rear view mirror Jaxx could see two black luxury speeders brake away from the freight, And pursued Jaxxs own speeder witch was picking up speed.

The dark tinted windows of the two luxury speeders came down and gunmen sporting carbines emerged. They fired hap hazerdly at Jaxx’s speeder. Scarlet streaks enveloped the speeder at all sides, several impacting the back of the speeder. Jaxx could hear Damion let loose with rounds of his own. The luxury speeders began taking evasive action and Jaxx did like wise, trying to place a fright hauler in-between them and the hitmens firepower. The speeders whine grew as Jaxx mashed down on the accelerator. “Bring us around the other side of the hauler” Damion ordered and Jaxx did his best to comply. The speeder glided around the front of the haulers cabin and around to the other side. Damion bared down on one of the encroaching speeders trying to use the haulers as cover from Damion’s fire. Damion opined up with the Z-6 and walked the rounds into the speeder hundreds of blue plasma rounds lanced into the body of the speeder and literally ripped it to pieces in seconds till the fuel take was struck sending the speeder up in a ball of fire.

The other speeder tried to advance into firing range, but Damion’s suppressive fire made that difficult. Damion bared down on the second speeder and as he was about to fire, Jaxx moved to pass a speeder, sending Damion’s rounds stenciling across the side of a fright hauler, after the speeder was passed and his own platform was stabilized Damion bared down again and Jaxx moved out of the way of yet another utility speeder. Sending Damion’s fire into a Trandoshin piloting a swoop turning him the hamburger and evaporating his swoop in fire. Damion looked slightly agitated. Jaxx was preparing to pass anughter speeder when he received a boot to the back of the head. “Straighten out!” Damion shouted.
“What do you want me to do?” build up speed and get us to the spaceport or strengthen out and stall are progress?” a Scarlet beam passed in-between them and pierced the plexi-glass windshield melting the impact point. “ right straitening us out.” Jaxx maneuvered the speeder in-between two haulers, it was a trap designed to lure the luxury speeder into a corridor that they cant maneuver away from Damion’s lethal hell storm. A trap witched worked. An explosion erupted in-between the two Armored droid haulers, who continued along their programmed flight path with no regard to the gunfight. Damion hopped back into the passenger seat with a heavy thud. “well that takes care of that, after all what day would be complete without a gunfight speeder chase?” Jaxx made a miserable sigh as he just felt like he was reliving some cheesy action holo-vid.

The Space port was far closer now, Damion looked at Jaxx as they approached the gate. “get your head down and brace yourself, don’t want to get pegged when the pigs start shooting.” as soon as Damion had finished his sentence repeater rounds started peppering their speeder. They both hit the floorboards. Jaxx found it hard to keep the speeder straight while taking fire, but he managed. The little sports speeder already battered by the run in with the luxury speeders, their was no way it was going to survive the onslaught by the gammorean guards, but the speeder was traveling at a high rate of speed, and the undextears gamoriens where unable to lead the speeder. But that did not stop them from trying. The sky was filled with yellow particle rounds fired in a random almost haphazard fashion a good number impacted the speeders chassis as it passed their position, but despite the now smoking repulser engine it managed to stay in the air, till it impacted the gate, sending ferrasteel scattering all over the place, and putting the final nail in the speeders coffin, it sputtered, and started vibrating intensely, the repulser whine faded to non existence and the speeder plummeted into the entrance bay, the speeder hit the ground with a massive thud and skidded across the deracrete with its fowered momentum, impacting supply creates, and shipping materials in all directions. What was left of the speeders chassis flipped and twisted across the ground till it came to a halt at the loading docks barrier doors.

Jaxx managed to pull himself from the wreckage is legs fealt weak beneath him and he was extraordinarily dizzy, he had a falling that this was not going to fill too good in a couple of hours but adrilinen kept the pain from being imeadtly acknowledged. Beyond cuts a severe bruising he looked mostly fine, but he wouldn’t know tell he saw a med technician, he wounderd what happened to Damion when a hand grabbed the tuff of his tunic and pulled him to his feet. He turned to see Damion looking much worse for were then him, but a grim determination could be seen In his eyes that told Jaxx only one thing, “It was time to move.” Damion shoved him towards the loading bay personnel entrance. As the door opened it revealed yet another claustrophobic hallway, this one painted in a faded green with grease stains and dirt not quite scrubbed clean. “Move faster, go” Damion sead as he turned towards the access control panel, he shot it with his DC in hops that it would disable the door while they fled down the small quick hallways, those doors would not hold the pigs long and Jaxx knew it, he ran as hard as he could. Jaxx came to a T intersection and took a right. “Stop!” go left, it leads to a small hanger bay for privateer fighters.” Damion proclaimed from behind him.
“How do you know this stuff?” Jaxx had to ask.
“learn to read barve.” Damion pointed to the walls that held directions for maintince personnel.
Suddenly Jaxx felt vary stupid.

The halls were abandoned witch was anughter thing that made Jaxx suspiches, Boontha was pulling no stops clearing these normally vary busy and high traffic areas, and employing a large amount of personnel to retrieve him, it made him wonder how important the information really was inside his head. Soon they had reached the doors to the fighter hanger. As the doors slid open they led to reveal a massive hanger devoted to tending small craft. But like all other areas of this damn spaceport this hanger was empty of all personnel. This was starting to creep Jaxx out. But there was no time for pondering as Damion had jumped into action as if expecting something. “Jaxx find a craft anything and get it operational. I don’t care how.”

Jaxx began busying himself looking over all the exotic craft looking for one with an open canopy, as Damion was busy making a mess of the hanger by tilting over loading creats to use as cover, was he expecting an attack, almost as soon as he thought this two heavy doors opened and menacing looking thugs flooded in firing haphazardly, filling the room with Blaster fire. As they entered the hanger explosions went off engulfing good portions of the encroaching thugs in the gruesome blast fields of thermal detonators, Jaxx wondered when Damion planted those. He did not have time to marvel though, he needed to find a craft fast, Damion was busy holding off the thugs with precise blaster fire from cover.
Jaxx eventfully found a craft in the form of a sleek Scyk, the crafts canopy opined and Jaxx crawled in dodging blaster fire as he did so. He tried to start the craft but could only get the reactor running before being locked out by the computer. “how is it coming?” Damion shouted as he placed a double tap into the face of a rodan.
“its password locked!”
“Use this place it on the data port and press the button”
He looked up just in time to get slammed in the face by a black metal box.
He picked up the box rubbing his face a little and doing as he was told. The device buzzed to life and the light grew red. “what dose this mean? Jaxx shouted.
“Its working. Just give it time, try and stay alive till then.” responded Damion. Cutting down another two opponents. The firefight continued to rage on, blaster rounds traveling in every direction the ground was littered with body’s, Damion continued to engage opponents with the lethal precision that he has been demonstrating for the last two hours.

Jaxx attempted to engage targets from the cockpit of the Scyk, it took him a minuet to figure out how to work the DLT-44 but at least now he was returning fire, albeit he had yet to hit anything, luckily for them the thugs where about as well trained. Many shots not even coming close to their positions. The firefight raged on for anughter 10 minuets before the box finally flashed green, suddenly the box flashed green and the sycks systems came to life in colorful diagnostic displays. The Sycks cockpit was disghened to be similar to a speeder bike, So Jaxx straddled the command couch and grabbed hold of the handle bars and tried to accelerate the craft outside of its little maintence bay, but found the craft restrained by the docking arms.

“Hurry up!” Damion screamed as he started falling back taking out one of the human thugs trying to bound over his cover with a shot from his oversized pistol.
“I can’t, it’s stuck, I can’t disengage the arm.” Jaxx furesly pressed down on the accelerator but it was no use, the craft just would not move. Damion turned twoeds Jaxx’s issue with a look of extreme annoyance, his pistols charge capacitor was glowing and making a high pitched whining sound, he pointed his Bryar blaster pistol at the docking arm and unleashed a rater loud, golden, particle shot that lanced into the docking arm and caused the upper porting to give from the explosive impact. The Scyk lurched forward uncontrollably but Jaxx managed to unceramonisly bring the craft about to face the exit. Damion was moving into the crowd holding his Dc in his lift hand by the caring handle and taking out targets with his bryer witch was starting to overheat. As the Scyk approached Damion holstered the Bryer and raised his right hand, he caught the Scyk under the nose on one of the boarding ladder rungs, he witch great effort climbed into the cockpit and Jaxx closed the hatch just as the Scyk came rocketing out of the hanger into the sky above.

It was a relatively short but peaceful flight to space the high-rises and endless urban landscape eventyly let way to clouds then the subtle blue hue of the sky faded to black and stars dotted the sky soon the hustle and bustle of space traffic could be seen, starship running lights in holding patterns to docking ports, freighters descending and exiting atmo to deliver vital cargo to star ports much like the ones Damion and Jaxx escaped from, imperial fighters flying patrols to keep order and to keep people safe from pirate or rebel attack. The docking port was in sight, or at lest the one Damion had directed Jaxx too. It looked similar to an H layed flat with spires sticking up out of its top and bottom. The comm. cracked to life.” this is docking control for port 375, incoming fighter please submit regrestratin number and identification.”
“Damion picked up the comm. mic and started talking, “this is hunter 42793, looking to dock at bay 23 so as to offload my cargo,” Jaxx was confused at what his was hearing, and the little wheels in his head where spinning on overdrive to figure out what it was. It was like he had a sudden revelation but his mind had yet to grasp it.
”Ahh Hunter Davionport, did you get what you where hunting for.” the comm. replied.
“yes station control and I would like to unload it quickly.” Damion exclaimed.
“we will see what we can do, station out.” the comm. clicked off, leaving Jaxx with far too many questions.
“Damion,” Jaxx sead weakly. “What did he mean by hunter?”
“It’s a broad term to describe SEC authority investigators.” Damion sead matter of factly.
“ you know what that is Bantha fodder!” and turned to face Damion. Only to fill his face get pressed hard by the barrel of Damion’s blaster. It burned his face a little, it was obvisly still hot from the firefight in the hanger. “look, do not make this harder than it has to be. Just drop us in the hanger and do not try anything you will regret.” though he was smiling their was a look in his eyes that screamed at Jaxx to obey him. Jaxx turned around and did as he was told.

The guide lights directed the Scyk into the hanger and guided it to its resting place in the crowded hanger.
After they exited the craft, Damion placed restratents on him, striped him of his firearm, and guided him to a short jaunty bothian.
“Ahh Blake. I trust things went well?”
“No Gast, about the usual.” this man Jaxx now knew as Blake, his tone had become quite a bit friendlier scence in the fighter this bothian was obvisly somebody he trusted. The bothin sighed and looked rather dejected. “So all bodies and explosions?” Blake nodded in affirmation.
“A fire fight in imperial center? that’s not good Blake, you know how much trouble that brings.”
“I trust you will take care of it. Boontha really wanted this guy back or dead, luckily he believed in quantity not quality, nothing I couldn’t handle. However I am cures about something and ill speak to you about it later.”
“what do you want done with him?” the botan motioned towards Jaxx.
“I want some insherence placed on him, bad luck follows this mark like sand to a rontos a**.”
“Right.” the Bothin smiled. “ill take care of it.” the Bothan signaled for his two aids to take Jaxx away and maneuver him to some new and interesting place of pain., he began to say something but stopped, he knew it would be no use, all he could do was look at Blake, the man who saved him only to betray him, all Blake did was smile, it sickened him, and yet he finally understood it, that smile an those eyes where those of a Bounty hunter capturing his pray. That was the last he saw of Blake before he was drug from the hanger by a Rodan.

Blake walked up the boarding ramp of his modified ARC, and started striping his gear off, he placed the DC on the weapon rack, and the DLT in the storage bin, he placed hid duster on the work bench and the took off his fiber armor vest, its plates where warped by repeated blaster hits that he received during the firefight in the hanger, finely he took off his beige flex form shirt witch had sever burn marks from the same blaster rounds that hit the armor. He pulled out the med kit and hobbled over to the bed where he collapsed onto it. He stood their for several long minuets letting the aches and pains of battle sep in, then he rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. This was the part of the job he hated, having to build a bond the shatter it so quickly, he liked Jaxx, the man had come a long way on a few short hours but he had a job to do and he was going to complete it. He pulled out a Death stick and placed it in his mouth, he let it with a silver jet lighter then let its numbing, addictive properties fill his lungs. He set there for a long time staring at the ceiling of his fighters modified living quarters. Then a familiar sound of metal on metal contact announced the arrival of Alpha, his B1 battle droid. “sir I have obtained the items you requested. How went your assighenment?” Alpha asked in his high pitched machanachial voice.
“Oh it was a blast, you would have loved it.” Blake sead in a almost solemn manner.
“I am sure I would have sir but this item had to have been retrieved. What is are next course of action?” Alpha inquired. Blake let out a long sigh. And was quit over several long seconds. “ we are going to see him.”
“That is wonderful news.” Alpha proclaimed sarcastically.

“ I want you in position this time. I don’t fill like spending another night in the loving care oh his sadistic dungeon master again. Oh and take the Scyk to the base, maybe we can sell it on the market.”
“roger, roger, ill take care of everything.” Alpha proclaimed and started to ponder walk off.
“alpha. don’t say that…it annoys me.”
“roger roger sir” alpha saluted. Then started walked down the boarding ramp. Blake just let out a long sigh and decided not to push the issue. He went back to staring at the calling and contemplating his father moves. “yep.” he sead to himself. “just anughter boring day in my life.”