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07.20.2012 , 07:32 PM | #121
Species/Race: Zabrak
Name: Bonitus
Last Name: Meleu
Nickname: Darth Zyla
Gender: Female
Place of Birth: Taris
Height: 5 ft 7
Weight: 140 lbs
Hair Color/Style: Black, tied back
Facial Appearance: Scarred by the Dark Side of the Force
Eye Color: Yellow
Body Appearance: Slim
Home Planet: Taris
Current Residence: Bakura
Allegiance: Empire
Profession: Lord of the Sith
Armor/Clothes: Black robed top and bottom with a hood attached, shrouded by the dark side of the force. Heavy duty belt weaved with cortosis along with cortosis weaved boots. Under the robes lies body armour made up of an alloy of cortosis and duralium, both strong and light.

Primary Weapon(s): A double-bladed lightsaber with orange colour crystals. The hilt is thought to be of Ancient Sith Origin with an ancient language carved onto it.

Secondary Weapon(s): A single purple-crystalled lightsaber with a standard hilt.

Darth Zyla was born in a war-ridden planet of Taris. As a young child she was discovered to be force sensitive and kidnapped by the invading forces, frozen in carbonite and eventually forgotten about after they left the planet. An unknown amount of time passed before someone found the young girl. Zyla was unfrozen but forced to live by herself. Killing and stealing for a living but all the while not knowing she was a strong user in the force, the dark side was growing inside her before she reached adolescence.
After being discovered by scouting parties of the Sith in hiding, Imperials attempted to take her to the Unknown Regions for training. After killing all of the Imperials attempting to take her, it took an Un-named Sith Lord to take her. Following years of training and the murders of many Republic key members, she managed to remain under the radar before running off to Bakura to where she still resides today.

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08.10.2012 , 12:55 PM | #122
Species/Race: <unknown> Human appearance
Name: My'kl
Middle Name:
Last Name: Gawlron
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 4th day of the 12th month in the year 286 BTC
Place of Birth: Dar’eana (Deep in Wild Space)
Age: 300
Height: 6' 1"
Weight: 230 lbs
Hair Color/Style: Black/Short
Facial Appearance: Bearded (Black), Scar over left eye.
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Body Appearance: Muscular
Home Planet: Dar'eana
Current Residence: MIA
Allegiance: Republic
Profession: Guardian
Armor/Clothes: Custom
Primary Weapon(s): Lightsaber (Betty)
Secondary Weapon(s): Fists
Miscellaneous Item(s): Good looks and stamina

Biography: WIP
Character Blog:
Emotion, yet peace; Ignorance, yet knowledge; Passion, yet serenity; Chaos, yet harmony; Death, yet the Force.

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08.11.2012 , 08:56 AM | #123
Are people just posting their characters here or are some of you still ooking for critique ?
"Should we arrive at certainty without doubt and truth without error, it behooves us to place the foundations of knowledge in mathematics." - Roger Bacon
This is Vireth Danea, my Sith OC.

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08.13.2012 , 08:49 PM | #124
General Info
Faction: Republic / The Jedi
Name: An'irel Vondoor (AHN-ee-rehl)
Species: Human
Current age: 20 Standard Years
Date of Birth: 3669 BBY (16 BTC)
Personality: An'irel is a pleasant person all around. She enjoys helping others and is not above laughing at her own mistakes or shortcomings. She prefers to see the best in a person, which has been taken advantage of from time to time. She is also loyal to those that prove they are her true allies, and will fight until death to protect what she holds dear in her heart.
Combat Experience: An has spanned the galaxy working with the Council to help infiltrate and stop the Sith and Empire. As a Jedi, she was raised to believe that violence is never the answer; however she will not hesitate to defend herself or those in her protection. She is proficient with a dual blade form of combat, utilizing her acrobatics and flexibility to maximize the effectiveness while minimizing injury and collateral damage. Her policy: try and diffuse the situation or redirect. If that fails, protect the innocent and let the sabers fly.

Physical Description
Height: : 168 cm (5'5")
Weight: 68 kg (~149 lbs)
Body type: Chello shaped
Eye color: Jade green
Hair color: dark auburn
Facial structure and Hair style: Oval shaped head with a thin nose and full lips. She has almond shaped eyes with long lashes and thin brown eyebrows. Her cosmetics of choice are slight accents on her eyelids, cheeks, and lips in a pale tangerine color. An’s hair is shoulder length and naturally wavy. She wears it tied up in a fringed bun high on the back of her head. Because of the tapered length framing her face when left alone, her bangs on the left side escape her ties and end up draped over her face.
Skin Color: a lighter beige

Combat Equipment
Main Weapons: Twin green bladed lightsabers, handmade. No name as of yet; not sure if they warrant naming yet.
Armor: While traveling and on missions, she wears a sleeveless midriff tunic of blue and white with leather arm bands and a small hood (just in case), a pair of terracotta colored leggings with built in armoring, brown leather boots with matching blue trim, leather hand covers with blue trim and buckle bindings, and a plasteel waistcord with lightsabers attached. She also has a thin silver headband, for a bit of personal flair.
Personal Starship: "Din of Redress ", a Corellian Defender-class Light Corvette

An’irel Vondoor is the twin daughter of Xaivren Vondoor and Na’ibre Syl-Vondoor. She and her brother, Ty’viren were born on Corellia about 16 years before the Treaty of Coruscant. They have one other sibling, an older sister named Lyr’inel.

An’s history begins with her mother, Na’ibre, who was once a promising healer and Knight in the Jedi Order. During the Battle of Bothawui, Na’ibre joined her fellow knights to help defend the planet from the Imperial invasion. After their initial victory she helped transport the wounded back to the Fleet aboard a volunteer’s freighter, piloted by a young rogue named Xaivren Vondoor. While in transit the two became reluctant friends, the reluctances being Na’ibre’s. She did not want to betray the Jedi Code by becoming attached to the young man, but the feelings she first thought of as friendship turned into something much deeper and powerful.

Once back on Coruscant Xaivren found ways to help the Order, claiming it his ‘civic duty’ to aid the champions of the Galactic Republic. In truth, the help he offered centered on staying close to Na’ibre, aiding her in transporting medical supplies or traveling for evacuations. Every moment they spent working together Na’ibre felt her resolve slipping and the love for this man growing. Eventually, she gave in, and the two became lovers. When they were discovered, Na’ibre was brought before the Council and her fate decided. She was given a choice: her lover or the Order. It was a hard decision, but one that the Force led her to. She chose to leave the Order and a year later Xaivren and Na’ibre were married.

After their marriage, the Vondoor settled on Corellia, opening a small trading and freight service. In addition to this, they helped those who were down and out – slaves, orphans, refugees from the war – travel safely to Republic space in order to escape whatever they were running from. When Na’ibre became pregnant, Xaivren spent more and more time at home until the birth of their first child, Lyr’inel.

Six years later the twins were born, An’irel and Ty’viren. While not identical, they were very similar in looks and behavior. Even from birth, Na’ibre knew all three of her children would grow to be powerful in the Force. This made her determination to keep them safe even stronger than that of a mother’s love.

In 9 BTC the Vondoors relocated to Taris to help with the Republic’s effort to rebuild the planet and recover it from the long term damage caused by the Sith bombardment. It was on Taris that Na’ibre began teaching her daughter Lyr’inel about the Force.

Two years later Xaivren heard about the blockade of the Hydian Way trade route. Through contact with an old smuggler friend of his, he offered to help the smugglers in their fight to end the blockade, much to Na’ibre’s distress. While the Jedi Order refused to acknowledge their marriage or that Na’ibre was in any way still associated with the Jedi themselves, Xaivren’s part in the fight against the blockade earned him Republic commendations, and a home on Coruscant. The family relocated for a third time, and it was on Coruscant that Na’ibre presented her eldest daughter for training within the Jedi Order.

Seven years later it was the twin’s turn to decide if they would take their place in the Order. Both An and Ty had grown leaps and bounds in their skill with the Force. An’irel was eager to follow in her mother and sister’s footsteps and take up her role as a padawan. Ty however didn’t much care for all the rules and strict behavior that was expected of a Jedi. He preferred to fight, but only for a just cause, and proved it regularly in school when standing up for weaker students.

The day the Temple fell, Na’ibre was to present the twins to the Council to decide their fate. While in the Temple, she had stopped to allow the children to see their older sister and check on her progress. Then the bombardment began. Na’ibre managed to get a quick holo to her husband, asking him to bring the freighter and meet them outside the Temple. She helped escort her children and other Jedi younglings and padawans to the waiting freighter, saving them from a cruel fate. She however did not meet the same luck. When a Sith warrior attacked the group as they were nearing the freighter, Na’ibre took up her lightsaber for the last time, defending to death her lover, children, and the future of the Jedi Order.

Xaivren managed to get away from the planet with his precious cargo, intercepting a transmission from other Jedi survivors for a rendezvous on Tython, the home world of the ancient Order. Once on Tython, and once he saw to the transfer of the younglings and padawans, he fell apart. He took his three children far from the Jedi camp and mourned with them for the loss of their mother and the loss of the only woman he would ever love.

Xaivren stayed for ten years; long enough to help with the construction of the new Jedi stronghold and to see that his children would be cared for in the Order. When his work was finished, Xaivren left Tython for good. He left his children behind with a simple holocron, explaining that he was going to avenge their mother the only way he knew how. They were told to love each other, care for each other, and one day they would meet again.

An’irel began her training in the Order when she was ten, after the fall of Coruscant and after the beginning of the reconstruction of the Order on Tython. While the death of her mother devastated her, she knew that it was her destiny to take up arms in her mother’s place and serve the Order. She was an outstanding pupil, surpassing most of the padawans in her class in combat and Force techniques. By the time the Order had finished establishing their stronghold, she was ready for the trials of Knighthood. She was apprenticed to Master Orgus Din, following him from one end of the galaxy to the other in persuit of the Sith lord Darth Angral. While on Tatooine, her master died, and An’s been left with the task of finishing the battle he began, seeking out the Emperor in an effort to end the war for good.

While on her travels, she found herself back on Taris, a home she barely remembered. It was there, while searching for Darth Angral, that she met a young Chiss gunslinger named Cel’asten. The two joined forces to help defend Taris from the Empire’s disruption of the Republic’s recovery efforts. It was here they discovered they made a great team and became allies. It was also here that An’irel first felt true love.

An’irel and Cel’asten have been fighting side by side ever since, working hard to battle the Empire and Sith at every turn. As her mother before her, An’irel fell in love with her companion, and he with her. She has yet to reveal her feelings to the Order. She has decided on one thing however: the will of the Force in the matter of her heart and her own feelings are the same.

[While I am posting this for the sake of having my character down on 'paper', I wouldn't mind any constructive critiques. It's been a long time since my last character profie. ]

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08.26.2012 , 06:03 AM | #125
Species/Race: Human
Name: Daniel
Last Name: Sully
Nickname: Sullster
Gender: Male
Place of Birth: Ukio
Height: 5 ft 7
Weight: 170 lbs
Hair Color/Style: Brown, Short.
Facial Appearance: Minor scarring nothing apparent.
Eye Color: Blue - However has Sectoral Heterochromia in Left eye (Blue/Green)
Body Appearance: Large build with big shoulders, but a bit of excess around the waist.
Home Planet: Ukio.
Current Residence: Travelling.
Allegiance: Unknown
Profession: Archaeologist.
Armor/Clothes: Varies

Sullster was born on Ukio. As Ukio is a major agricultural center, and the 4th largest exporter of foodstuffs in the galaxy, the majority of work is farming. Unable to stand the dull work on his home planet, Sullster started taking a keen interest in ancient sith and jedi history, He used contacts to join a archaeological team and travel off world and was trained as an Archaeologist.

Since Korriban is littered with Tombs, caves and other structures and was the perfect place for investigation. Landing on the other side of the planet from the main Sith force in Korriban the team underwent a dangerous expedition. After a few uneventful weeks the team found a network of caves that connected to a hidden temple. The expeditionary team split up and searched the temple. Either by fate or sheer luck, Sullster leant against a wall in what seemed like a small dead end room. This a triggered a hidden switch and a pedestal arose from the ground with a glowing artifact perched on it. As he touched it a bright light eminated from the artifact and it exploded. The powerful concussive wave projected Sullster at the wall where he lost consciousness.

He awoke 3 weeks later in an medical centre....

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09.01.2012 , 08:02 PM | #126
Species/Race: Human

Name: Exarus

Middle Name: Cyo

Last Name: Tanner

Nickname: Exo

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Tython

Age: 34

Hair Color/Style: Medium length, bronze

Facial Appearance: Musular, defined jaw

Eye Color: Hazel

Body Appearance: Slim yet muscular

Home Planet: Tython

Current Residence: Coruscant

Allegiance: The jedi order/Republic

Profession: Jedi Guardian

Armor/Clothes: Jedi robes

Primary Weapon(s): Lightsaber (Green)

Biography: (Coming soon)

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09.06.2012 , 10:12 AM | #127
Quote: Originally Posted by Kyneris View Post
Time to post my character... on the other side!

:General Info:
-Faction: Empire / The Sith

-Name: Vireth Danea (VIE-reth Da-NAY-yah)

-Species: Human

-Current age: 25 Standard Years

-Date of Birth: ~15 BTC

-Personality: Vireth revels in the manipulation of her peers to gain recognition and the favor of her superiors. She will go to almost any length to get what she wants, from sweet-talk and flattery to outright seduction. She carries herself with an air of confidence that could easily be mistaken for arrogance. Any sign of civility or restraint that she shows is but a façade however and will disappear at a moment's notice when refused or backed into a corner, causing her to revert to her true nature: heartless and cruel.

-Combat Experience: She is mainly used by her Sith Masters as a lone operative in intelligence gathering, sabotage or assassination. Her preferred method of completing assignments is the usage of stealth and subterfuge: spying, stealing and killing while remaining undetected. However, when compromised - something that does happen from time to time - she has no issues with engaging her enemies directly. In open combat she seeks to pressure her foes into submission with a relentless barrage of lightsaber strikes performed with the grace and finesse of a dancer.

:Physical Description:
-Height: 172 cm (5'8")

-Weight: 61 kg (~136 lbs)

-Eye color: Dark Side eyes. Example by

-Hair color: Although naturally dirty blonde, she has dyed her hair dark red.

-Facial structure and Hair style: Oval shaped head with a thin nose and full lips. Thin dark eyebrows and black eyeliner. Hair is short and straight with a fringe. Example by

-Skin Color: Very pale. (due to Dark Side corruption)

:Combat Equipment:
-Main Weapons: Dual lightsabers*, red and purple blades respectively.

-Armor: A sneaking suit.*

-Personal Starship: "The Impurity", a Fury-class Imperial Interceptor

-Artist Renditions: Artwork by Adam Brown, Artwork by RiaStarchild, Artwork by Lonelion4ever, Pixelart by Onionman

-Theme song: Grendel - Dirty

Vireth Danea is the daughter of Larsev Danea, a greed filled fallen Jedi who managed to gain control of various small mining facilities on a remote colony world. Through the continued exploitation of the local populace, essentially turning them into slaves, Larsev and his daughter gained much wealth and power, controlling a sizeable chunk of the planet’s industry.

Vireth was instrumental in creating this small but lucrative mining "empire." Trained in the ways of the Force by her father, Vireth used her talents to spy on local communities, bribe Republic and Imperial officials and assassinate the competition’s key personnel. To the teenager, it was all a game and the people were the toys.

Come adolescence, Vireth’s relationship with her father worsens. Much to her father's annoyance, Vireth starts acting on her own, planning and carrying out her own schemes without her father's consent. This constant source of friction causes tensions to rise. Vireth, fearing her father might do away with her, decided to strike first by spiking her father’s drink and killing him with his own lightsaber when he was at his weakest. However, the sudden loss of the organization’s leader caused a power vacuum that many of Larsev’s underlings were eager to fill. Intimidated by the chaos and fearing for her life, she fled, taking her father's lightsaber with her.

Vireth drifted from city to city, planet to planet. A robbery here, a hired hit there, Vireth took oddjobs from many people and mingled with various gangs but she never stayed in one place for long. There was a restlessness inside her, a desire to rid herself of the emptiness she felt inside. Vireth was in a state of personal crisis. She missed her former life. She missed being in a position of power, being wealthy, having the respect of her father’s lackeys and the fear of the miners. No matter how many times Vireth reminded herself that staying with her father was suicide, she could not get over her feelings of regret. After nearly a year of wandering aimlessly, Vireth came to the realization that she could never go back to her old life. Whoever was in charge now would surely have her killed if she ever returned. The only way for her to have her old life back was to either kill the current leader or create a new empire. Vireth knew that in order to do that, she needed to become strong like her father. Only when would she be able to dominate others like he did. There was but one group she knew of that could help her achieve that goal: the Sith. Vireth’s mind was made up; she was determined to become a Sith and use her Sith powers to create a new empire, much bigger and grander than her father's ever was

Having arrived on Korriban, Vireth was met with great disdain. No one was interested in recruiting a poorly trained adolescent when there were plenty of Imperial slaves and fallen Jedi to choose from. There was no way she could use brute force to bludgeon her way into the Academy, she needed to come up with a plan. <More on this coming soon>

Vireth’s diligence paid off. She was now an Acolyte of one of the many instructors at the Sith Academy on Korriban. Over the next six years, Vireth learned much about the Force and the Dark Side. She learned the basics of Ataru and familiarized herself (as best she could) with the internal politics of the Sith as well as galactic politics at large. Lastly, to finalize her transformation from a common thug to a Sith, she constructed her own red-bladed lightsaber.

Although Vireth was officially assigned to serve just a single Sith Overseer, she frequently went behind his back to work for other, sometimes rival Sith Overseers in order to gain as much prestige and recognition as possible. This game she played would not last however...

Vireth's streak of continued betrayal was eventually uncovered. Overnight, her reputation as an exceptional Acolyte changed to being considered less than a slave. Vireth had betrayed not just her own master, but many of the other Sith Overseers as well. True to the vengeful nature of the Sith, her superiors marked her as a target, a pariah other Sith Acolytes could kill for prestige.

The rise and fall of such a promising young acolyte did not go unnoticed, however. Darth Nemous was looking for desperate and downtrodden Sith for a special project. Fitting the bill perfectly, Vireth was recruited by the Sith Lord. She and about a half dozen other failed Acolytes were to (field) test an experimental bio-enhancement suit. This suit would monitor vital functions and, when needed, introduce performance-enhancing chemicals. The Acolytes were told that they were the first of the new type of Sith that would ensure the Empire’s victory in the days to come, but in reality they were little more than slaves. Darth Nemous controlled the young Sith through chemical addiction and if they somehow managed to overcome that, Lord Nemous knew that without him, the other Sith would eat them alive. Darth Nemous created own private army of “loyal” Sith.

The others saw this as the only way to survive, but to Vireth this was an opportunity. Vireth figured that if she played her cards right, she could climb the Sith ranks without having to deal with the Overseers. To her, this could potentially be a shortcut to Apprenticeship. Apprenticeship to an actual Sith Lord no less. Vireth’s goal was clear; she needed to find a way to stand out from the others, to prove her superiority and become her master’s favorite.

<To be continued>

* - Images created and designed by Kyneris

That's YOUR character? Dang, I thought she looked cool!
Onward to victory, or something like it!

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09.14.2012 , 08:24 AM | #128
Quote: Originally Posted by Zacula View Post
That's YOUR character? Dang, I thought she looked cool!
Hehehe, thanks. I think I'm due for another draft of Vireth's story. I came up with a few new ideas.
"Should we arrive at certainty without doubt and truth without error, it behooves us to place the foundations of knowledge in mathematics." - Roger Bacon
This is Vireth Danea, my Sith OC.

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10.27.2012 , 06:01 PM | #129
Species/Race: Twi'lek
Name: Kalana
Middle Name: Turkesha
Last Name: Binada
Nickname: Kallie, Kal, KK, Kal kal
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: Unknown
Place of Birth: Coruscant
Age: Unknown. Very young 18-20ish is the common thought
Height: 5'7
Weight: 120 pounds
Hair Color/Style: No hair! :O
Facial Appearance: Prominent cheek bones. Thick lips. Tilted slender almond shaped eyes. Small nose
Eye Color: Deep plum
Body Appearance: Curvaceous
Home Planet: Coruscant
Current Residence: Varies
Allegiance: Republic
Profession: Smuggler
Armor/Clothes: White gown. matching heels.
Primary Weapon(s): A blaster
Secondary Weapon(s): A secondary dueled blaster
Miscellaneous Item(s):

Biography: Kalana was born to a wealthy family of Twi'lek entrepreneurs in a metropolis on Coruscant. She witnessed her parents' murder as a child and was then raised by a poor homeless man who looked out for her. When she was 15 he died of a harsh sickness and she was left to fend for herself on the harsh streets of, as she calls it, "Poverty City." At the age of 17 she was approached by an older smuggler who was dying and wanted to train someone before she died. Since then Kalana has been one of the best smugglers around for one who is just starting.

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11.02.2012 , 05:42 AM | #130
Species/Race: Rutian Twi’lek
Name: Ish’aire
Nick Name: Ish, works also as call sign.
Gender: Female

Date of Birth: 3’669 BBY
Place of Birth: Nar Shaddaa
Age: 26
Height: 170 cm ( 5’7” )
Weight: 57 kg ( 125 lb )

Hair Color/Style: None – Twi’lek
Eye Color:
Facial structure: High cheek bones, thin nose and full lips. She has a scar on her left side below the eye and on cosmetics she prefers light colors and little shade.


Armor/Clothes: She is a sucker for expensive stuff. But on the road she prefers comfortable leather clothes and long jacket, her blaster holster is on right side. She usually carries a shoulder bag with her that contains the needed quick repair tools for mechanical devices.

Allegiance: None
Affiliations: The Republic, Hutt Cartel
Profession: Smuggler / Mechanic
Languages: Galactic Basic, Huttese

Personality: She is a tease, a person who does not know Ish is quickly thinking that she has nothing in her head and she has attention deficit hyperactivity disorder because she seems to be jumping from one thing to another leaving things behind unfinished. But in truth she is keeping track on things and is just easily bored on trivial tasks. She loves to flirt with both genders. She has a personal motto “Show me the money” and under the stress she makes quick choices by her feeling of the thing.

3’669 – 3’657 BBY [ Not general knowledge of the character history ]

3’656 – 3’654 BBY [ Early career of Ish ]
The streets give you no mercy, Ish made early fast friends in swoop gangs and working as their errand girl / mechanic trainee she made some name of her self as able person fixing things which kept her away from normal gang life and threat to lose her life in the wars. She was still too restless for her own good and bailed out leaving a angry gang behind her when she jumped to cargo freighter.

3’653 – 3’643 BBY
After getting caught in the cargo freighter the captain was close to kick Ish in the airlock, she was able to turn the tables and get some room in negotiations, being a small freighter and missing two crew member’s captain took Ish as mechanic the only problem is that when they came back from the jump they were in Coruscant and so were the Sith Empire. Large battleships took little freighter down and they were stripped from all cargo. After nightfall Ish slipped away from the holding area and made her way to downtown leaving rest of the crew behind.

While the occupation of Coruscant was on and martial law was forced to citizens Ish was hiding in lower levels. She made quick cover story if needed and worked as dancer in Four Ace’s club, after the occupation of Empire forces was lifted she stayed a while keeping “low” profile gambling and doing her dance routine. In a stroke of luck at gambling table she was against a pilot who was short in cash and placed his ship “Pink Rancor “ XS Freighter class on the table to even the scales. It’s said that with a wide smile Ish had placed her cards on the table and won, the pilot had argued that she was cheating and was getting up to pull his blaster as Ish kicked the table up and towards the pilot, moving same time side and as the pilot shot through the table three times Ish stabbed the pilot to side two times moving behind and hitting the vibro knife to his throat from behind and then letting the dead man drop to the floor and walking away with the deed and cash.

After a few months of getting some work done with the XS she started her small delivery service first with independent contractors and then also with Hutt’s and cartel but still being able to be independent her self. She also made deals with the Republic just to keep on the good side of them and getting “friends with benefits” possibility. Last run she made was to Ord Mantell as weapons drop.

3’643 + BBY
Ish has been trading calls with another independent contractor and she has been offered rather good compensation to deliver goods once again in Ord Mantell and she is on the jump to there with “borrowed” ship as her own baby is under maintenance. The ship feels a bit off not home like and she is getting some rest while on the jump it self.
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