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3946 BBY (Before Battle of Yavin)
Name: Tracer
Age: 14
Sex: Male
Race: Twi’lek
Personality: No-nonsense attitude. Stupid people die fast in his life, so he has to be short, direct, and to the point. Tracer stays aloof from most other people, choosing to retreat to his quarters and work on some of his projects or hack his way through whatever computer system he comes across. Beyond this, he does have a deep respect for those who can prove themselves in combat, or some marginal intelligence. He is incredibly intelligent, and uses a combination of sharp words and dry wit to make his point clear. He’s very distrusting at first, but if someone can get past his distrust and wit, they have someone who can hack star systems should the need arise. Even so, he is still emotionally distant. He keeps away from the main-stream streets and cafes, keeping hidden as much as possible. If anyone crosses him or his allies, the consequences are worse than death. He holds true to the Warrior code of conduct and discipline, ready to yell at anyone who goes against everything the Twi’lek Warrior Society stands for.
Appearance: Tracer stands about 5’3”, has orange eyes. His skin is a rare cobalt blue (rare for Twi’leks), and one of his lekku is draped on his right shoulder. Much of his clothing is ragged, torn, and looks like he’s had possession of it for years. He wears a set of interesting goggles by the strap around his neck. Along his belt are several pockets for gadgets, datapads, and extra memory files. He is always seen with a datapad in his hands, typing away. His skin seems hardened to the environment, while he doesn’t smell like he hasn’t cleaned up, he sure looks like it.
Character is the young one on the Right.
Occupation: Information dealer, specializing in crafting machines and hacking various computer systems.
Weapon: Has one small blaster, however that is not his primary weapon. He has a cache of gadgets and devices that he prefers to use over blaster fire, however he is a good shot.
History: Tracer doesn’t speak of his history much, any attempts to are met with a titanium resiliance. He arrived on Nar Shaddaa a few months ago and has already set up his hacking central. He seems to have a deep pocket, and much of his components for his computers and other components run the gambit from new to scrap. Has been preparing to move yet once again after being on Nar Shaddaa for what he refers to as “too long.”
Other: Gadgets and other devices that Tracer makes constant use of.
Omnitool: A set of tools compressed into a tool-of-all-trades, from screw-driver, to fusion cutter, to welder, this one tool can be used to modify, enhance, or dismantle almost any machine. Given enough time of course.
Goggles: A pair of goggles that rest on his forehead much of the time. When needed he slides them down over his eyes. They have a wire-less connection to the datapad built into his arm, allowing for a faster display of the system he’s hacking into and best possible route, being able to run searches for desired information, more than what’s able to be displayed on his Datapad alone. The goggles also have modifications to magnify the area of any mechanical device that Tracer is working on, giving him more precision when repairing or creating devices. They are also able to scan the area around him, modified with sensor relays to allow him to see through the dark, heavy fog, and other vision obscuring elements (cannot see through objects), giving a read-out to his Datapad while displaying the area around him in green outlines so that he can see and move un-obstructed.
Datapads: Tracer custom builds datapads for him and to sell for income. His datapads are considered the best in the galaxy, and those who use them recommend his services.
Electronic Caltrops: After extensive work (and a few discharges), Tracer created several dozen sets of caltrops. However, these caltrops deliver an electric discharge when stepped upon. A sphere of carefully charging electricity is cradled inside with the four points of the caltrops pyramid-design holding it in place. When enough pressure is applied to the points the electricity discharges through to the object that set it off. This causes damage as well as possible numbness and paralysis. Tracer developed two different types, anti-personnel, and anti-droid. The anti-droid delivers an EMP charge that after penetrating the droid’s outer coating and connecting with the inner systems, renders the droid’s systems fried and non-functioning. The anti-personnel has two variations that can be reached after transmitting a frequency to the caltrops.
Flash pellets: Compact flash pellets allow for a disorienting distraction. Like dozens of flashbulbs going off in their face. The effect is disorienting and temporary, and provides a convenient distraction. Similar to a Flash Grenade, but not as noticeable.
Flash Grenade: Similar in design and appearance to a thermal detonator, however only delivers a blinding flash.
Frequency Link: An uploaded comm.-link-sized object that is linked to many of Tracer’s constructed Object. This allows him to discharge the Blood Webs from a safe distance, and alter his Electric Caltrops as needed.
Grappling hook rip-cords: Tracer’s modification of Grappling Hook blasters has made him come up with this little modification. The Rip Cords are connected to the Grappling Hook, and when the hook is fired up, the cord can stop the slack of the cord, and then can also self repel the wearer of the belt up. These are connected to the belt of the fierier, so that it does not run out and allows a person to scale a wall with little effort (considering Tracer has no physical stats). Tracer has two of these Rip Cords attached to each side of his belt, and a Grappling Hook ready at hand.
Decoy, Utility Droid: Built nearly from scrap, Decoy (as Tracer calls ‘em) is the second half to the Tracer hacking team. Tracer uses him to act as a second router when hacking because while intelligent, Tracer can’t keep track of seven billion lines of code at once. Decoy has started to develop a personality, and Tracer keeps uploading the droid’s memory into various datapads for download into spare shells, each shell painted differently, and each shell with some slight modifications made to each.
Tracer/Decoy
3946 BBY
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Nar Shaddaa, a planet that is often called Little Coruscant. Filled to the brink with criminals, ex-soldiers, and refugees from the war over 10 years ago it is little more than a planet-wide slum. Built up from the planet’s surface, only the criminals lived in luxury. Everyone else was forced to scrap together what credits they had in order to feed themselves. Even good natured souls can succumb to degenerate acts when their lives are on the line.
On one of levels in the refugee district, a small T-Series droid, barely even a meter in eight, used its repulsor lifts to maneuver through the sprawl. Decrepit droids were left alone, for no one had the money or resources to spend working on them. This one’s faded orange and white coloring, spastic movements, and incoherent audio meant the populace would leave it alone.
Turning down an alley, covered with dirt, grime, scattered parts and other things not fit to be seen or smelt, the droid came up to a partially hidden door. Its motions became less spastic, and even corrected its repulsor engines to get a new sense of balance. The eyes turned around and scanned the alley behind him, and the area where it had turned. Thermo-optics, sonar, and other sensors confirmed that no one was following the droid. It went up to an aged keypad and inserted a computer jack into the terminal. After several seconds the door slid open with a hiss and the droid went inside.
The door slid closed behind the droid and it scanned the room looking for someone.
The room was large, with two other doorways leading to separate rooms. Spare parts and mechanical bits were scattered along the tables and any flat space. Used ration containers were stacked in the corner, threatening to fall over if anything else fell upon them. Three large holo-screens were lit up at the end of the room, between the other entry ways and displaying information about various events happening around the refugee sector of Nar Shaddaa. There was a small window of scheduled flights, complete with manifests and rosters of crew and passengers. Another monitored any news that happened around this little hovel. There was an audio playing of other transmissions between
Hovel it was, and the droid continued not to understand why its master refused to clean up. Flashes of light came from one room, and the droid maneuvered its way over to the room. There, sitting in a chair was its master. A young Twi’lek was hunched over a desk, a fusion cutter in one hand and a circuit board in another. Intricate goggles covered his face, his own design that allowed him to see small details in the circuitry he was working on.
The droid let loose with several chirps and whistles, getting the young one’s attention. He stopped using the fusion cutter, which left the room in darkness.
“Lights,” he said, and fusion bulbs turned on above him, illuminating the room. If the larger room had just bits and pieces of machinery, then this looked like a shipyard scrap heap. Pieces of circuitry, machinery, and other electronic scraps littered the room, covering everywhere. There were a set of droid shells resting against one of the walls, empty, and lifeless. Waiting for the spark that the droid knew would be transferred.
“I know it’s hard to explain,” the young Twi’lek responded, removing the goggles from his eyes and letting them rest against his collar bone. His skin was a cobalt blue, not rare for his species which made him blend in better. Orange eyes looked stained red with staring at the component he had been working on for the last few hours. “But I needed the lights off. My goggles could help me see in the dark. Did you get the parts?”
He was greeted with another series of chirps and whistles as the T-series droid hovered over. A compartment opened and a small extension came forward holding a brand new microchip.
“Excellent!” he exclaimed as he carefully picked up the chip with a pair of forceps. Carefully he placed it on the part he was working on, getting ready to continue his work. As he put his goggles back on, he heard the droid chip and whir at him.
Tracer couldn’t truly read his droid’s mind, but he did have a datapad that the droid would transmit directly to and would translate the binary. Currently Decoy was getting concerned.
“It’ll be okay Decoy,” Tracer replied. “I need to get this finished for our latest customer and then we can bug out of here.” Carefully he began to fuse the chip to the rest of the board. His tchun lekku was draped carefully over his left shoulder, making sure that the brain tail wasn’t damaged by his work.
Finishing his work, Tracer clipped a cover back onto the circuit board and then flipped it over and turned it on. With a flash of electric blue, the datapad he had just finished sprung to life. It was very fast, not the fastest he had ever made, but it was faster than any other on the market. For the price for his services it was going to be worth it.
Placing the datapad into a box he stood up and started to get basic supplies.
He had to leave, and soon. For the last two months he has been on Nar Shaddaa, far too long. Even so, the news that Decoy had given him ate at the back of his mind.
There are more wanted posters. Getting closer to our position.
Damn, he cursed himself. He had been in this pit for too damn long. He had to get moving. Things were too complicated right now, and he had already barely managed to escape by the skin of his teeth too much already.
Tracer double checked the flight roster. The next flight out wasn’t for a few more hours. Hours that he didn’t have. He would have to dip into his expenses to charter a faster flight out. Expenses he had, however massive withdraws would send red-flags through a lot of the banks that he had hacked, so he refrained from dipping into them too much, too often.
“—gh. I repeat, th- sh-p is --ning u--n entry.” Came a garbled communication from the moniters.
“Hmm?” Stopping his current mission, Tracer moved over to the three screens and sat down, his eyes scanning the moniters for information. “Decoy, try and get a clearer signal from this frequency.”
The droid hovered over to the jack and interfaced with the computer. The droid muttered several sets of chirps as it concentrated on the signal. Tracer himself held the headphones to his ear, and focused his side of the signal.
“The ship is burning up. Current trajectory is 762-289, estimated time to impact is less than a minute.” Came the voice over the comm.
“Seven-six-two-dash-two-eight-nine?” his eyes widened. “That’s a few blocks from here! Damnit!”
Quickly Tracer put his goggles on and connected to the holonet around the refugee area.
“Decoy, I need a router. Mark 34-256 with a level three scramble.”
The droid’s chirping reply didn’t confirm any thoughts.
“I know it’s sudden, just do it.”
The team of slicers worked their magic on the Refugee section of the holonet. Sending out a warning signal to anyone within range of the proposed impact. Time wasn’t on their side right now, but the more that Tracer tried, the more lives could be saved. He hadn’t heard what size or class of ship was going to crash so there was a chance that he could die in the impact. A clock counted down to the time of impact, 40 seconds remained and he and Decoy continued to work.
As the clock started to wind down, he disconnected himself from the net and Decoy did the same. “Hang--*”
The shockwave from the impact caused the lights and monitors to flicker, leaving the Twi’lek and the droid in the darkness for a minute. Decoy turned on a small flashlight that illuminated the room. Parts of the room had fallen apart, and made even a bigger mess. When the lights returned, Decoy shut off its light and Tracer went back to his monitors, waiting for the computer to reboot. As soon as the screens lit up he went back to work, making his way through the network to the outboard cameras that were positioned around the section.
Images flowed in front of his eyes as he searched for the signs of the crash. Mentally keeping track of everything he saw and trying to pinpoint where exactly the crash was. After referencing the images of smoke rising from a crater and a map of the refuge district, he was able to pin them down.
“It overshot the estimated mark by 1.3 kilometers,” he calmly stated. “Either they were able to keep it together for a bit longer or the space port is losing its touch.”
Decoy chirped at the comment.
“No. I wasn’t expecting them to volunteer to fly us out of here. Curse your droid logic.”
Decoy just whistled.
“Hmm?” Tracer watched the images, one showed a group beginning to gather around the wreckage. He zoomed in on the image and noticed that there was some movement. Several figures in robes were exiting the ship, rather hastily at that. Tracer moved the window so that he followed the figures as they moved away from the wreck. A flash of light illuminated everything off frame and Tracer angled the image back, but the connection was cut short as a piece of shrapnel flew through the air and cut out the image.
Then the rumble came that vibrated his entire home and the echoing boom.
“The ship self-destructed. And no one got outta the F@CKING WAY!” He threw a random piece of machinery to the ground and it clattered along the ground. He rested his head in his hands, frustrated with how some people acted, especially when a ship crashes and no one thinks to get the hell away.
There was a set of long chirps and whistles from Decoy, which Tracer read on the datapad.
Tracer sighed and started grabbing more things. “You’re right Decoy,” he said solemnly. “Grab some of the caltrops and flash grenades. I want to get what we can before we leave. Sell the stuff through the regular channels and deposit the money back into my accounts.”
Several minutes later, Tracer and Decoy left their hovel, the Twi’lek covering himself in loose clothing that had several patches covering really big holes. Two sets of belts were wrapped around his waist. One for a blaster holster that he kept hidden but ready, and another that had some of his gadgets. He kept his lekku pulled back and covered his face with the cloak and wrapped the rest around him, trying to keep himself as inconspicuous as possible.
“Come on Decoy,” he said, walking down the twisting alley towards the main street. “Let’s find a way out of here.”
Tracer would be lucky if he could pass himself off as a tall Jawa. He knew several languages and could translate for someone. Astrogate travel wasn’t that complicated for him either, able to calculate hyperspace jump coordinates as fast as some droids and computers. Jawese wasn’t that hard, just so long as he kept his voice at a higher pitch.
He was careful walking along the street, making sure Decoy was close enough to follow, but not draw attention to himself that he was actually the little droid’s owner. In all honesty Tracer never considered himself Decoy’s owner. In reality Decoy was more like family to the young Twi’lek.
Making his way into a nearby cantina, Tracer scanned the bar. He was short for some, but he was still able to get inside since not many cared about who came in, so long as they paid the credit for the drinks. As he walked along, honing his ears to the conversations going on, he knew he had to find a pilot soon, and get off planet before… before the bounty hunters found him. Tracer was looking for a wanted poster with his face on it. Luckily the goggles on his face distorted it enough that he wasn’t that easily recognized, and he didn’t find such a poster.
Breathing an inward sigh of relief, he continued to make his way through the cantina. He passed by several people sitting at a booth, each covered in robes. One of them looked like he had been walking behind a bantha and slipped. They weren’t any different than anyone else around the cantina. People with robes weren’t that rare. However the fact that this group all had robes, similar colored, and only one of them looked like they had been on bantha duty. Were they with some criminal organization? Bounty hunters? Tracer might be able to take them if he could get a lucky shot or two, but group vs. one wasn’t a fair fight.
And so Tracer took a seat. Taking out his datapad he started checking for star ship manifests at the nearest dock. Careful to keep watch around him in case something happened.
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Yeah... sorry it's so long. I just got into a groove ^^U
Originally Posted by Lady Vulpix
