Silent Dagger- New Republic Intelligence begins

[Mewtwo-D2]

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...

Commander Chev Arvalla
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I'm getting my own unit?" I stared at Colonel Evanrue in surprise.
"We think it's time... we need good Intelligence now more than ever. And finding people with a few years of experience..."
I nodded. "So, what kind of people have you assembled, sir?"
"Older members, mostly. Not ancient, but you top the average soldier by a few years yourself, don't you?"
"Yes, sir... but, sir, I'm not sure I follow."
"You all have more experience is what it boils down to, Arvalla. Fresh-faced young kids stand out too much. And I don't know about you, but something in me feels guilty about sending kids on these missions."
"Yes, sir...

I woke up slowly, momentarily at a loss for my surroundings. I shook my head lightly to clear it, orienting myself to the cluttered space that was currently my office. Today was the day... Today the recruits for DA-36 began arriving. I looked at the datapad profiling the various members... only to glance up as I heard a knock on my door.
"Come in."

All right, cue for whoever wants to be the first member to meet your Fearless Leader. As added background, Colonel Evanrue is part of General Cracken's staff. I'll write up a profile on him later. The planet we are currently on is Abrageado-Rae, a haven of smugglers and other lowlifes at this point in time. Just the place to hide a developing Rebel cell. Late sign-ups are more than welcome. Also, I made a new picture of Chev. Enjoy and have fun.

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[RaZoR LeAf]

Name: Kalar Sar'yet
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Species: Bothan
Homeworld: Kothlis
Profession: Data Slicer and Infiltration specialist
Looks: Like any normal Bothan he appears to have an Equestrain like face, elongated and a body of fur. Said in question fur is a deep auburn red colour, with streaks and highlights in dark brown and grey respectivly. His eyes are a deep violet colour. that seem to move between the lower spectrum of colours and can appear blue sometimes. (will try to modify a picture from a book to show with clothes, to save me even attempting to describe them)
Personality: Somewhere along the line Kalar is related to Borsk Fey'la, well aren't all Bothans related one way or anyother. Kalar seems to share the desire for command and power that Borsk has, but not quite on the same level. Kalar wants to get things done, and will rarely accept an excuse for not doing something straight away. Subtlety is not one of his strongest points, but his skills with computers mean he's never had to build up a social character.
Weapons: Prefers to stick with a simple blaster, though carries a data card that is filled with heavy computer viruses for use on Imperial systems, and has been known to use his general unsightly insults to distract Imps long enough for someone to knock them out.
Ship: Just a basic X-Wing. The Astro port is occupied by R2-B8, also called Bait. The Droid rarely leaves the ship, but stores alot of data.
History: Kalar attended the Bothan Military academy for a long time, until the Bothans began to aid the Rebellion in their battle against the Empire. He quickly gained ranks as a data slicer, and started to infiltrate Imperial occupied planets with various other Bothan Strike teams, to slice out good codes. The codes were passed on to the Rebelion leaders and used in attack runs.
Kalar was one of the Bothans who fortunatly didn't die to bring the rebellion the information on the second Death Star, but he was one of the Bothans who worked on accessing the data in the computer core fragment aquired by Rendar.
Kalar has been working with the rebellion since then, supplying codes, decrypting coded messages, and helping strike teams gain access to imperial bases.


Kalar Sar'yet

Curse those Moochers, they get everywhere!
I wasn't too happy about having things stolen by small reptilian thieves, which is why i brough nothing with me that could be easily taken. Anything that was of any important was carried, very close to hand and out of reach of any invading fingertips. A long armed Gados worked me through customs, aparently Bothan's weren't that much of an unlikely visitor, so I had no problems with the faked paper work, as it wasn't even looked at that closely.
But why would it be? I've been faking docusments for a job for years now, getting onto a planet like this is no trouble
The data pad i had been given directed me towards an old office building, that had long since been taken up by new employers and converted into an off planet sales comission. Atleast, that's what the outside word was, for this was really the cover for a small rebel cell. The same rebel cell I was after.

"Good day sir, I am C3-XE how may I be of assistance?" the copper clad droid said as I walked through the doors into the more impressive on the inside building. I handed him the data card as I had been informed to. The code inside flitted through his data streams in a matter of seconds. "Of course sir, elevator 16 to floor A6 and to room G1. If you would require a translator I am programmed to understand and translate all dialects of the Bothan language including.."
"I'll be fine." I mumbled, pushing past the droid and taking elevator 16 to the designated floor.
Droids..

Up on the floor things were a little more dowdy again, I guess the renovations downstairs were just a rue for anyone who did stop by for sales discussions. This far up wasn't usually visited. I found the correct door and knocked on it's wooden surface.
"Yes?" came the call from inside. I entered.

The commanding officer sat back on the chair, very relaxed glancing over a data card. He was unshaven, a look that humans have often taken on to look more like a lowlife, a fair disguse for this planet. He had circular shaped glasses perched on the end of his nose, and his hair was a brilliant bloody red. He smiled as I appraoched his desk.
"Ah, Leuitenant Kalar Sar'yet I presume? Or should I call you Torest Ser'ayi?"
"Kalar is fine thank you sir." It seems my faked documents spread themselves around quickly.
"Don't seem so suprised. One of the Gados at the spaceport has been working with us, sending us short transmissions whenever our data matches that of an arrival. The transfer is quite safe I assure you, and evidence of your arrival has been removed from the docking records."
"You'll understand if I check that myself some time sir." I growled. I don't trust slicers until i've seen their work in person.
"I expected no less from you. You know why you're here I presume?"
"I have a fair idea yes. Cell DA-36 will be the best intelligence operatives that the rebellion has."
"I only hope the other members think of themselves as highly." he smirked.
"Quite."
He continued smirking. Very unsettling.
"I can see how confident you are in your own abilites Kalar, we..."

Another knock on the door interupted him.
"Ah, sounds like you'll get to be the first to meet another of your cell. Come in."
I turned to meet the new comer.

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Hope that does well enough for a first post.

[Darkmaster Kagemusha]

DAMN! Now I have to re-type my entire post because I accidentally hit a button that sent me to another part of the site. **Kicks his piece of junk**

Name: Vincent Varos
Physiological Age: 22
Actual Age: 44
Gender: Male
Species: Ikagion
Homeworld: Ikage
Profession: Former Mercenary, he's trained in hand-to-hand combat, as well as the use of a few different Mercenary weaponry. Currently, however, he is an assassin and interrogator
Looks: 7'6" tall and has a very muscular build, though he can move very fast for his size. He's got a dark tan and short, spiky black hair, and his eyes are completely silver (He can see in the dark, however his eyes are very sensitive to light, so he usually wears very dark sunglasses). He wears a black and red vest (Similar to those worn by the Ninjas in Mortal Kombat) with metal plates sewn into it, as well as baggy black pants, black combat boots, and black leather gauntlets.
Personality: He's a nice enough guy, and can get along with people pretty well, though some people are a bit nervous about his size, and he certainly sticks out in a crowd. If you get on his bad side, you probably won't live very long.
Weapons: A multitude of laser-edged knifes and vibroknives, and sheer strength.
Ship: A small, sleek, black ship resembling a T-Wing that is modified for speed. He calls it the Darkstar.
History: He was a Mercenary with his father from when he was 15 until his father died in a raid when Vince was about 30, so he retired. Since then he's been working with the rebellion, trying to get back at the Empire for hiring him and his father to go on a suicide mission.
Other: He can cause himself to have a large adrenaline rush for when he needs an extra boost.

Vincent Varos
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I had knocked on the door merely to appease the human commander to whom I had been assigned. Humans had such odd customs--such as knocking on a door before entering--that it was astounding. I then opened the door and was face to face with a Bothan, and behind him was the human I presumed to be the Commander.

"Well, Vincent Varos is it?" the Commander asked, and I nodded. "You seem to have come by rather unconventional means, because I have no information on your arrival," he said.

"Indeed, sir. I stick out in a crowd like a Mon Calamari in a desert, so I stowed away aboard a supply ship."

"What of your ship?"

"It's waiting for me, sir. I know people on this planet, and so I'm keeping my ship stored in a warehouse, not far from here," I said, shrugging. "Now then, who might you be?" I asked, turning to the Bothan.

"I am Lieutenant Kalar Sar'yet, Infiltration specialist and Data-Splicer. I suppose this means we will be working together then," he said. I raised an eyebrow.

"Well met, Kalar. I hope to see you work sometime. Data-Splicers tend to get all the interesting jobs," I said, smiling.

"What is your specialty?" he asked.

"Well, you're not exactly a people person are ya?" I said quietly, rubbing the back of my head. "Well, I used to be a Mercenary, but I retired from that. Now I'm just a humble assassin and interrogator," I said, and hid a grin when I saw the Bothan flinch slightly. "May I ask, sir, how many more shall be coming?"

[Outlaw JT]

Name: Karshna Verrel
Age: unknown, presumed to be in his mid 30's by most.
Gender: male
Species: trandoshan
Homeworld: Kessel
Profession: computer engineering and heavy assault
Looks: At 6'5" he is a little short for a trandoshan but few notice it outside his own race. His scaly skin is a dark and mottled grey with intermittent splotches of black that are almost indistinguishable from the dark grey. His eyes are slightly more eliptical than the average trandoshan and they have a slight violet tint to the near blackness of them. Like all trandoshans he has a very imposing build. Karshna wears a modified version of echani armor that is a grey over deep tan two tone color scheme. It is extremely light and flexible but still offers moderate protection against blaster fire.
Personality: On the surface he seems like the average trandoshan; gruff, unintelligent, and predisposed towards violence. He is quite different though underneath. Karshna is amazingly intelligent for a trandoshan with a strong natural gift for computers. He is a caring and loyal individual but he will never show it in a way most people could recognize. He does, however, still express his species natural dislike for wookies. Although it is less pronounced in him than most.
Weapons: a vibro-long sword, a bowcaster (handed down by his father), and a mandalorian heavy pistol
Ship: a unique 2 man freighter that resembles a Y-Wing only three times the size. It is called the "Hrroshok" after a great hero from trandoshan history. It is quite formidable having been refitted and specially modified numerous times for combat.
History: His parents were unlike normal trandoshans. They did not believe in the violent ways of their people. Because of this they moved from the trandoshan homeworld as soon as they found out they were with child. They moved to Kessel and took up work as enforcers for the mining guild on Kessel. Karshna felt very alienated as a child. He had to deal with his instincts versus the teachings of his parents. He left Kessel when he was 14. He took to bounty hunting as he had read it was something his people respected. He wanted to reconnect with the heritage his parents had denied him. Not much is clear of the next several years of his life. He spent some time on the trandoshan homeworld. at the beginning of the galactic civil war he signed on with a trandoshan freighter bound for Kashyk. When they arrived and he found out they were there as slavers he sabotaged the ships computer systems so it would be stranded there. Although he disliked wookies he respected them as warriors, having encountered a few in his days as a bounty hunter before he returned to the trandoshan homeworld. He believed slavery was an insult to any warrior and should not be allowed. Once the other trandoshans of the ship found out there was a sizable firefight. He escaped with his life after killing several of his former crewmates. He then stole the nearest ship he could find which happened to be the Hrroshok (then called the Pall Haben). As it turns out the Pall Haben belonged to a rebel spy who was on Kashyk trying to disrupt the slave trade. The rebel alliance caught up with him on Tatooine where he was debating what to do next. Initially they took him in as a prisoner but when the original owner of the Pall Haben, an alliance spy named Jasper Poynter was recovered he relayed the whole story. He let them now how Karshna had risked his own life to stop his own people from enslaving the wookies. The alliance was reluctant to trust a trandoshan but the agent insisted and convinced them to let Karshna assist him in his missions. The pair made an unlikely team but they were an effective one. They quickly became the alliances first option when information had to be forcefully retrieved as it was discovered that not only was Karshna a formidable warrior but he was also the best hacker they could ask for short of a droid. During the battle of Skyhook, Jasper was killed as the Pall Haben took a near final blow from the stations turbolasers. Although the alliance was reluctant to trust a trandoshan, Karshna had now proven himself many times over now. They agreed to let him keep the Pall Haben if he continued service for the alliance. He agreed and has been working solo ever since.
Other: not a conversationalist. He talks as much as the average person but usually not very pleasantly. He was only ever nice to Jasper because he saved him from imprisonment. He has other ways fo showing things like gratitude and friendship though.


Karshna Verrel
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It was quite a grimy little spaceport. It was obvious to him there was a lot of money in this place but it was hidden from the surface. Everything on this planet seemed to be something it wasn't. Rather fitting really for his purpose here.
Karshna watched the line through customs for a moment with a scoff. He had the foresight to make arrangements before arriving so their computer system would conveniently go down just as he was coming up to the counter. That way they would not be able to register any data pertaining to him. It was best, in his opinion, that there be no record of his arrival on this planet. It was always best to stay hidden until there was a fight at hand.
"Next please," a disgruntled looking Gados called from behind the Customs counter.
Sure enough, just as Karshna stepped up to the counter there was a brief flash from the customs data screen and then it went dead. His security worm program had done its job admirably.
The Gados worked at his terminal furiously for a minute, trying to restore its function. Karshna smiled internally. Part one was disabling the terminal so he couldn't be registered electronically. Part two........now that would be slightly more fun.
"I have no patience for this," Karshna hissed sharply.
"You'll just have to wait till the system is....." the Gados began but Karshna leaned across the counter slowly, his lips curled up in a snarl.
"Clear me to proceed now or be disemboweled!" Karshna hissed in his lispy scratchy version of galactic.
His face was all seriousness with a hint of violent lust. Trandoshans were known for being violent beings and with his demeanor Karshna didn't stand out as any different. Not a person there would doubt for a moment Karshna would turn the poor Gados into sushi if he wasn't allowed to pass.
"Ok.....move along," the Gados customs agent chirped nervously.
With that Karshna was waved through customs without having his data scanned and without filling out any identification statements. It was as if he had never actually arrived on Abrageado-Rae. With that done he would have to find the building of operations. He pulled out his datapad as he walked out onto the bustling streets. He followed the directions contained on the datapad carefully. They led him to a moderately nice looking sales agency. It wasn't the most inventive cover he had seen in his years with the rebellion but it was sufficient enough not to draw unwanted attention. At least, not before their cell was fully operational.
As he walked in the doors he was greeted by a droid. He didn't much care for droids so he let out a low growl as the thing tried to interact with him. The droid tried asking for his datapad but he refused. Instead he not so gently shoved the droid out of his way and proceeded to elevator 16. He had taken the liberty of scanning the deleted history of the datapad he had been issued. He backtracked it's path all the way to that elevator, to floor A6 and to room G1. Karshna had not wanted his data to be scanned once until he had a chance to meet the people he'd be working with. He wasn't very big on trust so he felt it best they not have any scans on him before he could gauge them.
He rode the elevator to floor A6, cursing the horrible elevator music which most would find soothing. To Karshna it was like nails upon a chalkboard though. He was very thankful when the elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open.
He walked out and looked both ways down the hallway. Looking at his datapad again he turned left and proceeded towalk towards room G1. He wasn't quite sure what to expect. He knew the commanding officer would have a file on him and all the others but he was not given any information on who the other operatives would be. There wasn't even a trace on his datapad. They hadn't underestimated his computer skills entirely it seemed. Just enough for him to get here without them having forewarning.
As he reached room G1 he reluctantly knocked. Such patient manners didn't suit him well but he wasn't sure what to expect. He had better try to play things calmly till he knew where everything stood. He knocked again a bit more loudly and waited to be invited in.



OOC: I'll post for Norshyyk later.

[Macavity The Mystery Cat]

Name: Rayan Ladine
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Homeworld: Corellia
Profession: Sniper/Ground Vehicle Specialist
Looks: Blond Hair. Brown eyes. Average height and looks. Usually wears nondescript clothing. He is the type of person who fades into crowds easily.
Personality: Rayan is reserved to himself usually, and is rarely passionate about anything. Most of the passion was burned out of him by his job. He is usually off by himself and doesn't work well with others. He has no love for the Imperials. If he is approached, he will be civil, but will usually avoid talking unless he has something to say, or he must reply.
Weapons: Blastech A280 Sharpshooter Rifle
Ship: N/A
History: Rayan was born and raised on Corellia. He joined CorSec at 16 and went through the academy and then attended its elite sniper school. He went on duty at 20 and served as a sniper for 6 years until he was told to kill a woman who was giving a speech on the atrocities of the Empire. He was unable to shoot her, because she was doing nothing that he could see was wrong. He fled the authorites, and after a few days, found the woman and joined the Rebellion. He served a few missions for the Rebellion before being transferred to cell DA-36.
Other: Beside his bunk, where he sleeps, are pictures of the people he killed.

Stuff by Kendo is always fun.

Rayan Ladine
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Rayan walked swiftly through the hatchway and handed a datacard to the smuggler who had brought him to this...hideaway for criminals. It figured that the Rebellion would choose a place like this to start a cell. More than a few criminals had found their way into the Rebellion after a close encounter of the Empire. He had been sent here, but he was not happy about it. Not that he was ever very happy about many things.

With his belongings in a bag on his back, and his rifle in its case in his hand, Rayan stepped out onto the path that would lead him from this hidden smuggler's hanger to the main drag. He had been briefed on where he was to go. A team was being assembled for Intelligence. He was to be a sniper for it. That was all he know other than his Commander's name. That was acceptable.

Rayan opened the door leading from the hanger to the street, and a feeling of disgust passed through him. The whole planet needed to be wiped clean of the criminal filth. An orbital bombardment might suffice. Of course, it would most likely kill all the innocents on the planet and leave the scum behind. This was no place for a CorSec off...

Its was pain that swept through him this time. He left that life long ago. He was a killer of men. That was his job. No matter the cause he fought for, that was his purpose. He deserved this place, like the rest of the scum.

Rayan closed the door behind him and set off down the empty street. He had memorized the direction to the Intelligence Cell's headquaters. Having a datapad out here looking for directions might attract attention. Attention was a bad thing for an Intelligence Operative. And for a sniper.

After about ten minutes passed, Rayan found himself in front of an office building undergoing renovation. He nodded to himself. CorSec had used such buildings for headquarters on large scale operations. He walked into the lobby, attempting to look like he had business.

"Good Day, Sir. How may I be of assistance?" A droid of some kind had spoken at my entrance. Rayan looked at the droid. The droid looked at Rayan. Rayan slowly took out another datacard and handed it to the droid. The droid scanned it, and appeared to consult another computer for a few seconds. "Please take elevator 16 up to floor A6. Door G1 is where you need to go for your appointment, sir."

Rayan bowed his head in thanks to the droid and walked to the proscribed elevator and hit the button to the correct floor. After a short while the elevator opened and he walked out. He noticed a Trandoshan standing in front of another door. Rayan guessed the door the Trandoshan was standing in front of was G1, and the Trandoshan was another cell member. He doubted anyone else other than the droid and arriving cell members would be anywhere in this building today.

As Rayan walked down the hallway, he noticed the Trandoshan knock on the door. He seemed slightly irratated. Trandoshan's do not like to be kept waiting. He walked up beside the Trandoshan, nodded in greeting, and set down his rifle case. It appeared there would be a slight wait. That was fine for Rayan. The wait is the most important part of a sniper operation, after all.

[Mewtwo-D2]

Chev Arvalla
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It was looking like I had woken up just in time. All these people arriving was good. It meant I could start assigning roommates.
I scooped up the datacard and went to open the door. Outside stood two men, a Trandoshan and a human.

"Welcome, gentlemen," I glanced at the datapad. "Mr. Verrel, Mr. Ladine. Welcome to Abragaedo-Rae, or if you've already been here, then to DA-36."
I gestured to the Bothan and the... I checked the datapad again... Ikagion behind me.
"This is Lieutenant Sar'yet and Mr. Varos. Quarters are one floor up, each cleverly diguised as an office. I believe your luggage has been brought up already, but I have yet to assign roommates, so come to me if there's someone you can not possibly live with," I smiled and pushed my glasses up a bit. "Any questions?"

[Prof. Jb Wolf]

[COLOR=crimson] Name: Jerota Ketherin aka Ketherin the Little Armory
Age: 70 (About middle age for an Arkanian I believe)
Gender: Male
Species: Arkanian
Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa
Profession: Mercenary, Smuggler, and Weapons Collecter

Looks: Arkanians are reknown for their incredible stamina, and Jerota is no exception. He is tall, robust, and very solidly built. His stocky frame is well muscled and his skin well-tanned from the suns of many worlds. His hair is a dark shade of grayish-white and falls down to about mid-back, usually pulled back into a long ponytail. His eyes are milky white with no visible pupils, but he can see in almost all the spectrums of light. His hands, covered by a pair of tough, finger-less gloves, have four-fingers and are clawed, giving him an advantage in unarmed close combat. Usually wears a longsleeved, brown coat that falls down to his ankles over a black shirt, blue pants, and boots. A blast-proof vest is hidden beneath his shirt and a pair of metal bracers beneath his sleeves.

Personality: Laidback, reckless, and maybe just a bit of a jerk, Jerota is your average smuggler. He can sometimes open his mouth and proceed to shove his leg down it, but he's can be very polite and gentlemently when he wants to be. Pragmatic, he comes off as thinking of himself rather than others, doing things only for the money. In truth, he's kind-hearted, compassionate, and very loyal, forcing him to always choose the right, but less paying, path.

Weapons: While Jerota owns enough weapons to supply a small militia force, he isn't exactly able to carry all of that firepower. For most occaisions he has a specially modified blaster rifle, a number of grenades, and a pair of blaster pistols on hand. He also has a vibroblade in his boot as well as a pair of hold-out blasters underneath his bracers just in case of emergencies.

Ship: A decomissioned Old Republic Diplomatic Cruiser rebuilt and modified as a smuggler's ship. Renamed Dragon's Fury by Jerota, he retains the dark scarlet color of diplomacy on his ship, though he's also added golden highlights to give the ship a more flashy look. Through sheer ingenuity and the skill of a hacker friend of his, Jerota was able to re-fit the ship with a specialized software that allowed him to pilot the ship without the need of a full crew. The engines and hyperdrive were completely re-tooled using the best parts that his money could by (and in the worst case he could steal). He is especially proud of his hyperdrive, a Nubian design that gave him a respectable speed (A Class .95, just slowered than both the Outrider and Millenium Falcon), while freeing up enough space for more modifications. He's also removed much of the staterooms, dining halls and other fancy stuff to add in an extra large cargo bay big enough to easily fit a snubfighter, a hidden room for his large weapon collection, and a small medbay. Its armaments include a military grade quad-laser cannons (one mounted on the upper part of the ship towards the center), a two laser cannons (one underslung each wing), and what he likes to call a debris cannon (a rapid fire gun that shoots out powerful flechette grenades mounted on the lower part of the ship in the same area as the quad guns).

History: Jerota cannot remember much of his life before he arrived on Nar Shaddaa, then only in his late teen years. Most of his memories are a blur, but he does retain knowledge on cybernetics and starship engineering from some unknown schooling he had received. Figuring himself to be abandoned, Jerota quickly adapted to life on the streets of the smuggler's moon. At first he worked odd jobs; courier, errand boy and the ilk for various crime lords, bounty hunters, and smugglers. The Arkanian relished the few times he got to go offworld during these jobs, and after a year or two of delivery work, he decided to buy his own starship and become a smuggler. Of course, this was easier said than done. After a few months of searching for higher paying jobs, Jerota found a niche in the many illegal races and fights of the underworld. Taking part in both swoop bike races and pit fights, the soon to be smuggler was able to garner enough cash to purchase the wrecked, decomissioned cruiser that would soon become his second most prized possession. Finally having secured a craft, the young smuggler soon set up shop. Many clients, jobs, mishaps, and 'borrowed weapons' later, Jerota is a fairly successful smuggler for hire. Recently, he went on a seach for a new First Mate, his last one having left him due to...personal problems. What he got was a backwater bumpkin he met during a bar brawl on Nar Shaddaa. Suckered into joining the Rebel Alliance by said bumpkin, Jerota soon adopted the ways of the Alliance as his own. He was recently assigned to work with his first mate in the Intel Cell DA-36, codname Silent Dagger, as a liasion to the black market and as a pilot.

Other: Jerota has a thing for weaponry of all shapes and sizes. He's not exactly sure why, but he's come to have quite a collection of weapons in his ship. Many of them he purchased both legally and illegally, but sometimes you may find a few things he 'borrowed' from their original owners. He will occasionally, and grudgingly, allow the other members of the Silent Dagger to use some of them.

Jerota Ketherin
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"One last tug and..." I smiled in satisfication at the quiet 'click' of the bolt as I secured it. "And that's the last one."

A shrill trill erupted from nearby as Glitch floated in. Chittering and beeping as I calmy put away the hydrospanner I was using I smiled at the ball-shaped droid.

"Yea, yea. I know Glitch. I can't be late for the damn meeting with the new commander." I wiped my hands off on a rag and tossed it on top of him. "Let me just clean myself up and I'll head over, ne?"

Beeping indignantly, the little droid grabbed the rag from his head and flew off in a huff. I shook my head as I picked up the rest of my tool and began putting them away. Sometimes I wonder why Tri'vlak had given me Glitch, but I realize now that he had gotten sick of his constant reminders and snobbish attitude. Still, the droid was a decent enough navigator and I couldn't ask for more than that.

Finished with the clean-up, I grabbed my coat and headed for the gangplank. On the way, I banged on my first mate's door. "Oi, Billy-boyo, I'm gonna head over to meet the Commander, just catch up with me at the HQ."

I took the muffled groan to be a 'right' and took off. Being a smuggler had its perks, and one of them is how many Custom Officials ignore you, especially on planets like Abregado Rae. Dropping a card in front of the poor Gados, who seemed to be having problems with the computer, I grinned. "Think this would be enough for you not to put that ship," Jerking a thumb towards the Dragon. "On your records?"

The Gados looked at me before picked up the card. Swiping it through a datapad and I saw his eyes widen ever so slightly. He quickly stored both card and datapad away before turning to me and giving me a smile. At least I think he was. Kind of hard with all the fur around his face to tell. "This seems to be in order."

[Macavity The Mystery Cat]

Rayan Ladine
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Rayan paused to look around the office. About mid level executive. And Rayan bet the upper floors would get more plush as they went up. Quite a bit of money was going into this cell. Rayan would have to see that it was well spent.

Rayan took the commander up on his off. He had wanted to know the question since he had been told to report here, but seeing the complexity of the deception for the headquaters, he had wondered whether all that money had been wasted. "Commander, Question. Are we staying here for training, or being immeadiately deployed?"

[Mewtwo-D2]

Chev Arvalla
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"I assumed everyone would have almost all the training they can handle. We'll be divided into several groups, and any training will involve learning how to function with your group. I haven't decided on the groups, so all bribery should be routed through C3-XE, since he's too stupid to realize what a bribe is. We're shipping out when the sky opens up and I recieve a vision telling me to send you to scope out Kuat or something. Or if that doesn't happen, until Colonel Evanrue sends us orders. I'd estimate he'll give us about a month."

[Gladiator]

Name: Ryno (Ree-no) Migari (Mee-gare-ee)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Species: Rodian
Homeworld: Naboo
Profession: Medic/Spymaster (Well, he has contacts)
Looks: Ryno stands at 5'4 and is surprisingly nimble; his skin is a brownish green and sapphire eyes. He wears a black shirt with a forest-green bulky jacket as well as brown pants with boots. His ears are shorter than normal, and he has a dark scar over his right eye. He often looks cheerful.
Personality: Ryno is a very social character. Cheerful and outgoing, he likes to make an ally (or friend). He can be sarcastic, but only to those who deserve it. He has an incredible thirst for information, and likes to make sure he has his facts straight. He likes to please others, a force of habit, and is always willing to lend an ear. He tends to keep tabs on his allies/friends for future purposes. He can be stubborn and cowardly, but he's a caring person.
Weapons: Two blasters and a small vibro-sword.
Ship: An A-Wing modefied with a specialty missile port.
History: From his early days, Ryno was always making friends and had an affinity for helping others. He showed a knack for healing when taking care of wild Naboo rodents. Throughout his education, Ryno made use of his friends and their friends when looking for information. When he finally was sent to a medical college at age 16, he found himself slightly out of water, but his adaptability quickly got him out of that situation. He made new friends and allies and kept contact with old ones. To pay for his tuition, Ryno had opened a diner called the “Krayt Smorgasbord.” It was widely popular, and from there he made a whole new set of contacts. Sometimes, due to putting up with Imperial restrictions on his diner, practices, and his those of his friends, he would give whatever he knew to the Rebel forces. When he learned of this division from one of his contacts, he figured this would be the perfect opportunity to putting his skills to use. There isn’t much else to say.
Other: Ryno is a fantastic cook and bartender, but he specializes in tropical drinks best. He recently moved his diner nearer to HQ because he believes the food there to be subpar. He has a wide variety of contacts and can pull some pretty good strings. He has varied knowledge in medicine, surgery, and first-aid, and his contacts keep him informed of new practices and anything else he needs to know. He usually serves watered-down or nonalcoholic drinks due to his own low tolerance.

Name: Ampiir "Wild Card" Migari
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Species: Rodian
Homeworld: Naboo
Profession: Gun Combatant/Mechanic
Looks: Ampiir is Ryno's identical twin, though his skin is greyish due to an early incident. Ampiir has a black shirt as well, but wears blue pants and a large overcoat as well. His boots and jacket have several secret compartments for him to use. Both hands seem to be bandaged, but there is nothing wrong with him. He wears a wide-rimmed white hat to block out the sun.
Personality: Ampiir is prideful (though not arrogant) and sure of his abilities. He's intelligent, but not comfortable around others. His spare time is spent in his workshop or at the targeting range. He's usually silent, and he doesn't like to disagree. In the thick of battler, however, Ampiir can be loud, reckless, and often sarcastic. He finds his instincts more reliable than his orders, but he knows when to obey. He can be asset in the right circumstances, but he likes to be a pain as well. Ampiir has a certain paranoia about him. He's never comfortable using weapons that he didn't make.
Weapons: He wields a pistol, a rifle, and a short vibro sword. His hidden pockets have special add-ons for his pistol and rifle.
Ship: Just an abandoned X-Wing he fixed up, his knowledge on ships is limited so he hasn't made any major modifications
History: Ampiir grew up with Ryno. While Ryno was always making friends, Ampiir preferred working on machines. Seeing him as a snob, other kids would usually beat up or make fun of Ampiir. Most of his friends were the simplistic droids that he built when he was eight. As his knowledge in mechanics increased, he began taking interest in machines that were used on other planets as well as in weapons. A natural acrobat and an excellent shot, at age 16, he became a well-known acrobat and gunslinger on Naboo, but left at age 18 to explore other career opportunities. Nothing real special happened at this point, but he qualified for admission into this group.
Other: Ampiir has a slight gambling addiction, he’s always carrying a deck of cards on his person. He’s usually seen at Ryno’s diner.


Ampiir
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"What did I tell you, Ampiir. It's always good to have connections," Ryno told me with mild satisfaction. I pulled off my earphones so he could repeat what he said. I nodded with some agreement. Ryno chose his allies well, we didn't have to worry about checkpoints or data scans. Of course, I could have used my old hacker droid, Bebo, if I wanted any real secrecy. Oh, well.

"So what are you listening to," he asked me. I simply looked at him and pointed to the readout on my player.
"Xeno Replications? You know there are better music groups than Kaminoan ones," he looked at me exasperated. I only nodded in return. He may have a point, but Xeno Replications just had a hold on me. It's like my gambling addiction.

We walked past the entrance area with little hindrance. I don't know how Ryno keeps track of all his friends over the years. We soon came upon the droid to whom we were instructed to find. Upon reading our datacard, we were given the directions to the Commander's office. We hit the first elevator and I was amused to see Ryno’s expression as he was immersed in the elevator’s music. He looked at me in desperation, whilst I simply pulled out my set of playing cards and began shuffling them to amuse me, and piss him off. Finally, he reached over to my headphone jack and pulled it out, immersing the cramped lift with the lyrics of my fave group.

“Beats elevator music, huh?” I smirked at him.
“Shut up,” he spat at me; I continued to shuffle through my deck, checking to see if all 74 cards (not your standard deck) were there.

At the end of the little elevator escapade. We quickly got out of the elevator, and found the Commander’s little office…only to find it empty. I turned to look at Ryno, who nodded in agreement. We stepped inside the room and began to wait.

[Outlaw JT]

Name: Lieutenant Commander Norshyyk
Age: 34
Gender: male
Species: wookie
Homeworld: Kashyyk
Profession: mechanic & 2nd in command of cell DA-36
Looks: 7'1", black fur with mixed grey splotches, wears a sash and belt similar to chebacca's only it bears a rank insignia below the shoulder
Personality: Stubborn, aggressive but careful. He is a good listener for people he calls friend but anyone he doesn't call friend he can be a pain in the a$$ to.
Weapons: bowcaster, a row of frag and flash grenadeson his belt, a pair of vibroswords.
Ship: a y-wing with modifications so it moves faster and with a bit more agility at the cost of some of its armor
History: When he was little his parents sent him away to Corellia to prevent him from being taken by slavers. He was taken in by a wealthy family that was sympathetic to the wookies plight. He was raised from age 7 there on Corellia. He fell into the rebel alliance by accident on Corellia in it's early days when he was 15. He stumbled upon a minor rebel meeting while he was running an errand to a shop they were using as a front. Since we was aware of the state of his homeworld due to the imperials he expressed great interest in helping out. So, he became a rebel. He slowly moved up in rank through various battles. He made many connections over the years outside the rebel alliance. When the Intelligence cells were being established he was offered a promotion to step in as second in command of one of them. They wanted a variety of species to be represented. He was not too keen on being covert but he appreciated the necessity for it and accepted. He prefers straight up battle to being covert but he can be clever and sneaky when he has to be. At least, as sneaky as any wookie can be.
Other: He is an excellent mechanic, a fair pilot, and a wicked close quarters fighter. Norshyyk also carries himself with authority and few would disrespect that fearing his wookie temper.


Lieutenant commander Norshyyk
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It was a busy little trade port. More like a busy little smugglers den. A wookie just looked plain out of place here. Of course, wookies looked out of place just about everywhere off of Kashyyk..
He made his way through the short masses towards the building he was to report to. Even though he was only second in command it would be his first command position of any type. If he weren't a wookie that might've made him nervous. Being a wookie though he could just intimidate the men under his command if they failed to show him the respect of a superior officer. Being a wookie had its advantages.
As he finally reached the building in question he entered and took a moment to survey everything. They had spared no expense it seems in setting up a cover. It was a very lavish lobby which did not meet at all with his simple tastes.
""Good day sir, I am C3-XE how may I be of assistance?" a pleasant mild tone interrupted his thoughts.
He shoved the datapad at the approaching copper protocol droid. Droids were such fascinating things to him. All things mechanical fascinated him, though.
"Ah yes. Most of the others have already arrived Master Norshyyk. If you would proceed to elevator 16 you can find them in the main office on floor A6, room G1. If you need any further services, perhaps translation, you need simply ask," the droid fluttered nervously.
<No thanks. I'll manage,> Norshyyk belted loudly in his growling wookie tongue.
It was unfortunate that wookies could not technically speak other tongues but it too had its advantages. Because of it a lot of people assumed that wookies couldn't udnerstand other languages either. He had abused that assumption on many occasions in the past.
Without further hesitation he proceeded to the designated elevator and floor. It took him only a moment to find the correct room and he threw the door open unceremoniously. Inside he found a pair of dishevelled looking rodians sitting obliviously, one with his feet up on their commanding officers desk.
<Attention!> he roared in disgust.
The two rodians scrambled to their feet, turning rapidly to face him. Both of them seemed to have fallen back a few steps away from him. His lips curled a bit as if snarling as he looked them over thoroughly. He recognized them from the summarized files he had been issued when he agreed to take this post.
<Explain yourself,> he nodded at the rodian whom had had his feet on their commanders desk.
He had assumed that everyone in the unit understood wookie but from the startled look on the two diminutive rodians faces he was unsure. Whether they understood him or not, though, now was as good a time as any to establish his rank. If he was to be second in command here he would have to make sure everyone felt it.

[Gladiator]

Ryno
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We were both stunned, Ampiir most of all. His discomfort around other intelligent species makes him easier to startle. The wookie seemed to have directed his comments toward Ampiir, but neither of us could understand his language. He was infuriated, that's for sure. It wasn't hard to believe that he was likely our supierior. I pulled out a special device out of my pocket.

"Um, if you would give us a moment, sir," I said both respectfully and apologetically, "I'll get our translator working. I apologize for my brother in advance." He continued to glare at us, which was something unnerving, admittingly. Finally, I managed to press the button.

-Alright, Alright! Geez, can't you guys EVER learn another language instead of using ME for your problems?!- From there, my translator droid, built to transform to-from a sphere, uttered a string of various language profanities, -WHOAH, THAT IS ONE LARGE RUG CARPET!!!-

I could feel my stomach boil as the wookie seemed to get more irritated. This was not going well for a first impression. I was going to kill Ampiir for giving my translator that damnable personality.

"Again, that," indicating the spherical machine floating before us, "is my brother's fault," my brother responded with a foul look of his own. No doubt he was planning on doing me in, "Please, repeat what you said earlier, and sorry for the inconvenience."

[Prof. Jb Wolf]

Eh-heh, sorry about the last post, seems I missed the cut off somwhere there...

Jerota Ketherin
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Abregado-Rae was your typical smuggler's world. Any number of the business the common citizen or tourist walked by could be a front for a crimelord or a smuggler's hideout. Of course there were the usual theives, pickpockets, and other such less sophisticated scum of the universe.

One such theif seemed to be trailing me as I walked down the slightly crowded streets of the city. I caught him following out of the corner of my eye. Now, being a smuggler, of course I have a soft-spot for those who find themselves on the wrong side of the tracks. But if this rookie found out where the Republic Intell Cell base was, it would probably stir a lot of trouble.

Taking a quick detour down an alleyway, I waited quietly as the would-be-theif tried to 'sneak up unexpectedly' behind me. My hand closed around a grenade in one of my pockets. "Good thing the kid didn't catch me with the lethal variety...." I thought to myself bemusedly.

Just as he stepped within a foot of me, I leapt, spinning in the air, lobbing the grenade to roll right in between the hapless thief's legs. It exploded, creating a small puddle of adhesive gloop around his feet. Stuck fast, I walked around the thief, a squat Dug, as he tried to free himself. "Don't worry," I looked at him from over my shoulder as I walked back into the streets, "the gloop should melt in a couple ours.

Chuckling to myself, I soon came across the office building that was the cover for the Intell Cell. Stepping through, I was greeted by a copper protocool droid. ""Good day sir, I am C3-XE how may I be of assistance?"

"Ah yes," I pulled out the datacard I had received and handed it to the droid.

Scanning the card, the droid nodded and gestured towards an elevator. "Please proceed to elevator 16 you will find your fellow compatrion in the main office on floor A6, room G1." The droid bowed. "May I be of any further assitance?"

"No, thanks." I said as I strode to the elevator.

"Wonder if I'm late..." My thoughts were interrupted by the ping of the elevator denoting my arrival to my destination.

I was greeted at the door of A6 by what seemed to be a very angry Wookiee and two unforunate Rodians that seemed to be the focus of his anger. They seemed to be having miscommunication problems, one of the Rodians having pulled what seemed to be a portable translator droid out of his pocket. I grinned as I watched the scene unfold before stepping in.

<Hello. Problem you seem to be having?> I yipped in Shiirywook, inwardly grimacing at my accent.

[RaZoR LeAf]

Kalar Sar'yet

The small office that acted as the meeting room was getting a little to cramped for my own liking.
"If you'll excuse me gentlemen, commander, it's getting a little to close for comfort, i'll wait elsewhere for the complete... team.. to congregate."
"A good move Kalar," Commander Chev mused "as I said, there are quaters one floor up if you'd care to refresh yourself."

I left and closed the door before any of the others chose to join me, then made a break for the door at high speed walking. As i approached the corner I heard the echoing roar of the wookie who had only momentarily entered the office. I continued walking only to stop for the second more deafening roar.
"Yes!" I shouted, not bothering to turn around "I heard you the first time, I simply CHOSE not to reply. I'd love to meet you all formally, but for the moment, i'd rather refresh myself. I can't wait to meet you all, i'll see you upfloor."
"<Perhaps i'll be able to drown myself before I get trapped in meaningless conversation>" I muttered to myself in Bothawui. Another roar sounded as I entered the elevator to go up a floor. I didn't care if the Wookie understood what I said, but that didn't concern me. I've never needed to build up a social relationship before, I don't see why being in this cell means I should. This elevator seems to be going incredibly slow for one floor...

"<Just as long as the job gets done>" that's what father always used to say "<You can forget what anyone else does, just as long as you do your work and they do theirs>"
"Words to live by" came a raspy response as the door slid open. I looked up at the face of the Trandoshan who stood before me, who had earlier stood aside me in the office.
"Slowing down one elevator isn't just restricted to Slicers you know." he laughed.
I sneered then chose not to pull off another snide remark else he tear my face off. Not that he would, not atleast in this place. But best be safe.
"Very clever." I said finally, moving past him. "Now if you'll excuse me"

--
Soz to end so abruptly, ran out of ideas totally.

[Asilynne]

Name: Aiko

Age: 33

Gender: Female

Species:Caljovian: An amphibious species from the icy planet Caljov. (more below)

Homeworld:Caljov- planet is entirely covered by ice, with an under the surface ocean. At first glance it appears to be barren, with just a few large structures, but thats because the main transport system is through the water, either by swimming for the natives, or vehicles for the visitors.

Profession: Chief science officer

Looks:Long smooth black hair, silver eyes, blue skin which changes shade by her emotions (ie normally is powder blue but when angry or anything else its gets different shades darker) Appears mostly humanoid except for slight differences, her feet are shaped like flippers only smaller, and she has no toes ^-^() but you couldnt tell by looking because she usually wears shoes when away from home. Since she was hatched from an egg she also doesnt have a belly button, and has no visible ears ^-^() Usually wears a black and silver jumpsuit, and isnt used to wearing loose clothing due to the fact shes accustomed to water. Also wears black gloves when shes away from her homeland, to keep in the moisture. Prefers cool temps and anything above 50 degrees F will start to give her problems so she has a coolant field generator she uses when needed. (if theres a problem with any of that Ill change it ^-^() )

Personality: Is pretty friendly and easygoing, until you make her mad, and then she explodes with anger you never knew could come from her lol Has a short temper with incompetence, and with people getting in her way. Since on her planet females are dominant, and males tend to be less intellegent she at first had a hard time accepting that the commander was male but eventually realised its different for every species. She still slips up now and then but she doesnt mean it in a mean way its just how shes used to things being. ^-^()
Weapons: Shes a scientist so she has no real weapons except her teeth lol and when frightened she is poisonous, has fangs.
Ship: None
History:<---Ill write that later I promise ^-^()
Other:Has a slight accent from her species, and tends to word things a bit oddly

~~~Aiko~~~
Arriving at the spaceport
ay 15/3, Cycle Green. First entry:
"Hello! I am Droid---"
I walked past the talking machine on my way to the Commanders meeting room, anxious to meet her. She wanted the best, whether it be pilot, mechanic, or as I was, scientist. My race was out of the way as far as other species go, there was not much contact between us and any foreigners. I was here, would be representing my race to this Commander, and I needed not to embarrass myself by making any foolish mistakes.
Though turning out it seemed I had already made more than one.
"Excuse me miss, but you need a pass card..." the machine told me politely, hand reaching for the card I held. I let it take the card and watched it eat it, instantly seeming to understand something. "Ah, Miss Aiko. Yes, I see why you passed by without checking in just now. The Caljovians, though with far advanced biological sciences, are very limited in the technological advances most species known to me currently have. I see you have been outfitted with the Bioreader, which uses the processes your own body uses to function, such as heartsbeat, resperation, and digestion to power itself, keeping the environment around you at a constant 48 degrees F, 94% humidity, and-----"
"Sorrry...I'll musst be on my waay. The Co..-mmmander, she will be essxpecting me. Rrude to be keeepinge her wai-itinge."
"Ah...Of course. Allow me to guide you to the meeting place. You know I find it very fascinating that your species has managed to develop extraordinary scientific knowlage with the apparent lack of any kind of high mechanical technology, perhaps youd like to hear my theories on the subject of........"
I secretly thanked whatever Caljovian had decided to never create such 'high mechanical technology' as which was speaking to me at that moment.

In small moments we had arrived at the door. The mechanical person made fist with one hand and struck the hard surface, causing it to resound sharply. Swung open it did and there before me stood a man. But there were markings upon him that showed he was Commander! How was this?
"Cc..-ommmander?" I asked. My silver eyes blinked in my surprise.
"Yes, Miss.....Aiko. Nice to meet you. I hope your trip went well?" He spoke, extended a hand towards me. I stared at it, not comprehending how it was I missed this important fact of the Commanders gender. "I'll....ssorrry, Co..-mmmander. Ssillly, Ive benn. Thoughte ssincce o-nne in charge, you'll be femallle. My misstake...." I lowered head, embarrassed. I Could feel my face changing shades of blue, merging from light, to deeper.
"An honest mistake indeed, Miss Aiko. In your species, males are far less developed, and females run all of the planetary affairs, such as political offices, scientific research, and interactions with other known species in Caljov and also the surrounding---"
"That will be all C3-XE." The Commander stopped short the machines rambling. Without missing beat the machine nodded and left. Motioning for me to come inside, the Commander addressed me for an additional time. "Please, come in. Just about everyone has arrived, and I was about to assign roommates. And," he added as was about to again apologise for the embarrassing mistake. "Dont worry about it. Its always strange to meet new cultures at first. Those machines forget to let people know the most important things sometimes. Though they can sure talk your ears off about the most irrelevant things, cant they?"

I smiled. "Perrr'aps if I had ears, Co..-mmmander."
Getting used to new cultures we both would have to do indeed.
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I know that post was written like I dont know english AT ALL but I did it on purpose ^-^() I wrote it like shed be writing it, I hope it doesnt make it hard for all of you to understand what the heck Im posting LOL

[Mewtwo-D2]

Commander Chev Arvalla
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"Ah..." So she didn't have ears... I didn't quite know what to make of her: after all, I had only heard of Caljovians when they began putting this unit together.
"Well, Miss... Aiko, your things have been taken upstairs to our offices, and your roommate has not arrived yet. Hopefully your race doesn't have a long-standing blood feud with Kaareenians."
Something told me I should've looked into that before... but with only two females in the unit, it seemed natural that they'd room together. There were going to be enough fireworks with the Trandoshan and the Wookie... especially with the Wookie being my second-in-command.
I checked my datapad again. "Your roommate's name is Miss Elliya Dayhalla. And by the way, is there another name besides Aiko?"

[Asilynne]

~~~Aiko~~~
Whats in a name?
: Day 15/3, Cycle Green. Second Entry :

A....nother name?

“Co-..mmmander, I’ll not understanding, what would be the pu’rrpose for a seccond name? Iss there not only o’nne Aiko?” I was not used to this, there never was a name re-used for more than one Caljovian. Each one was given a unique name, and once used, it was never used for another person again. That was how you honored the dead, and held that even in death, they could not be replaced. So, two names for a person? Strange indeed. “In..t-hhat casse Co-..mmmander, could I perrr’aps borrow yours?”

The Commander looked startled, then spread his hands in a gesture of explaining. “Well usually people are given a name, their first name, which is the name for them. And the second name, their last name, is their family name.” Oh, this I saw now. Family name. The name of the group of people you lived with. Then I would have a last name while here, since that was what the Commander wished.

“Name, sha-lll be Aiko Day’ alla then, Co-...mmmander si’rr!” I spoke proudly.
This Elliya Dayhalla would be my roommate, so would be my family for this mission. The Commander sighed and looked about to speak again when there was a knock on the door.
Perhaps Id be meeting my ‘family’ soon.
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[Mewtwo-D2]

Elliya Dayhalla
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I stood outside the somewhat shabby building, not quite sure what to make of it. In my twenty odd years with Intelligence, I had stayed in worse places, but seldom ones so public. I checked my datapad again, to be sure I had the right building. As I looked down, I heard a loud, drunken voice behind me.

"Hey, cutie, you lost?" a hand the size of a nerf roast came down on my shoulder.
"No, actually, I seem to be very close to where I was going for a very important appointment..." the huge drunk wasn't listening.
"Well, hows about I show you a good time first then?" he leaned closer, nearly knocking me out with his breath. I slipped my hand down to my hip, only to realize I had left my blaster on the Centauri. Sith spawn. I glanced at the man, human, tall and broad, definitely not military, but quite possibly a bodyguard or some other task that required great strength. For not the first time in my life, I wished that I was Pya'shallai rather than Tei'yakev As it was, I was not strong enough to beat this man with brute strength, and I didn't have the natural fighting abilities and defenses that other members of my species had.
The big man was beginning to steer me away from the building, and the passers-by didn't look too inclined to interfere. Desperately, I looked around, praying to all the gods of Kaareen that someone would help...

Left open for anyone who wants to rescue a damsel in distress.

[pokemaniacbill]

Name: Bill Majelo
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Homeworld: Agamar
Profession: Rebel Alliance Soldier (Rank: Lieutenant)/Pitfighter
Looks: Bill stands at a tall 6’5, his face is pleasant and innocuous in nature. He is almost always sporting a smile to compliment his pleasant attitude. He wears his long, brown hair in a simple braid about halfway down his back that is tucked under his shirt when he is on duty, and his bangs cover a small tattoo of a symbol of his forehead. It bears noting that he has a small pair of goggles that he always wears, a blue streak on both bands. The strap is set underneath the braid so the goggles can’t be knocked off. Bill wears a loose, somewhat oversized earthily brown shirt that goes halfway up his forearms as well as forest-green pants that are also somewhat oversized without impeding or hindering movement in any way, hiding his leanly muscled body. He wears a white belt that ties in front, a holster strapped to one side that he rests his staff in when he’s not using it.
Personality: Bill is remarkably pleasant to talk to, and rather social if approached correctly, but almost shy to most people. Because of this he is often extremely quiet except to humor other people, preferring to take things in instead of foolhardily opening his trap. Appearing almost bumpkin-like in nature, he trips rather constantly and often runs into walls, occasionally even twice in a row and almost always in a spot he swears he’ll look out after next time. He appears to have no knowledge that people would hurt him for no real reason regardless of the situation the universe is in right now, though it is far from the truth. He will defend those he deems innocent and is remarkably perceptive in that respect, the areas of black, white, and the much more complex grey. He will almost never interfere unless they cannot take care of the situation themselves. Bill is also remarkably complaisant to those he talks to, unless they hit a few touchy subjects.
Weapons: Because he carries no blaster unless the commander absolutely insists on it (Usually with threats to demote his rank, and even then the smallest and most lightweight blaster he can find), he is without a long-range weapon of any sort. He does carry a staff, always on-hand and usually in his hand that can be described as the following:
The staff is about 45 centimeters in length in the normal form, and each tip extends three feet total when twisted exactly 90 degrees, to the total length of six feet. Smooth and rather inconspicuous looking, it's made of a material that is highly resistant to blaster shots and is therefore heavier than a normal staff, weighing almost four times the norm at 15 pounds.
Ship: Custom A-wing with Prototype Incom Laser variant that pivots to cover rear arc, giving a total of 120 degrees firing radius total, leaving 90 degrees each side the ship can’t fire at. Additional modifications have been made to increase the shields power so as to stand more then a few shots, both by souping up the original shields and removing a Concussion Missile Launcher and the missile space to give a secondary source of power. It holds one Concussion Missile Launcher in the bottom of the ship in center instead of the traditional one on each side, and has three missiles worth of holding space, reducing the total missiles equipped on most A-wings to 1/4th. The lasers are slightly more effective at piercing shields due to several modifications and experiments from a customs shop the ship was built at (Most A-wings were built in different custom-part shops), where the ship is regularly maintained. The ship is painted black with white spots so as to cause momentary distraction with enemy fighters before the standard sensor array disables them, thus almost completely disabling the ability to become targeted. He does not work in a team often, as Bill’s simplicity seemed to annoy the more hardened veterans in the Rebel Alliance.
History: Bill was born to two Jedi parents that left the temple a few years before he was born. Around the age of six, the Jedi hunt started. His parents, along with their son, fled to Nar Shadaa to mask their energies from detection. Bill was given to an old friend of the family’s, a Staffmaster named Ki’ee Shamul. At the tender age of seven he was taken to a place the Empire would most likely have no real interest in: Agamar. His parents stayed behind so as not to endanger their son, and were unfortunately presumed dead. Ki’ee Shamul taught Bill the Art of the Staff, staying in relative seclusion for a good twenty years before Ki’ee’s passing. Unable to stay on that planet without a master or purpose, he scrounged enough money to repair the old Twi’lek’s ship just enough to land on Nar Shadaa. It is there he entered pitfights simply under the name ‘Bo’ and earned a reputation as a great fighter, amassing a good amount of money over about three years as his skills increased. He found a Rebel contact around this time and entered the fight against the Empire, serving dedicatedly. His most noticeable moment was in the Battle of Endor where he earned the right to pilot the secretive A-wing, due to his quick reflexes, courage and current rank as Lieutenant. Though he joined in the front lines then, he soon modified the A-wing with the money he received from pitfights and used it, under orders, to survey locations in which Rebel troops were sending units to. Because of the camouflage, sensor jamming and raw speed of the A-wing, Bill was never discovered by the enemy TIE fighters. At least, not long enough for them to tell anyone about it… he was assigned to Cell DA-36 very recently due to his background in surveillance and ability for lightning attacks, either from his A-wing or with his staff.
Other: Because he was trained in the Art of the Staff and still continues that practice today (Making that thirty years almost to the letter of training), he is extremely quick and agile. He is in great physical health, and often uses his clumsy nature to his advantage by tripping just as a laser is shot at him, accidentally turning around at just the correct moment to hit his opponent with the staff, or moving the edge of his staff to either deflect or take a laser right in the resistant metal. He has Force Sensitivity, but the lessons his parents taught him are long forgotten and only resurface in his subconscious to increase his incredible clumsy ‘luck’, and even then only in the most dire of situations. He doesn’t like what little he knows about the Jedi due to the lack of emotion and inability for a grey area that the Knights seemed to have, before they became ‘extinct’.

Bill
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I'm late, I'm late I'm late I'm late...

He moved with as much haste as he could manage through the crowded streets of the smuggler planet without drawing too much attention to himself. He was very adept at slipping through, around, under, and in a few cases over the people in the crowds. All that training wasn't for nothing, that was for sure...

He blinked. What was a hole in the crowd doing in a city like this? Bill grumbled as he saw what looked to be a very large, very stupid man in the alley. 'Aw nuts...' So he'd be really late this time. He flipped his staff from the holster, readying his fingers to release it to the full length. The only words he managed to make out were 'Good time', confirming the situation he thought he was about to get in. He raised one hand up...

And promptly tapped the man on the shoulder.

"Scuse me."

Oh Gods, the smell of alchohol on him was horrendous. He supressed a small shudder and tried not to gag. His face was distracting enough to somewhat occupy his senses away from smell... "Whaddya want? I'm busy here."

He peered behind the man, seeing a woman that looked to be in quite a bit of distress, hidden carefully enough that the only factors that he could see very well was the tenseness in her posture. Though being halfway in an alley with mister Tall, Drunk and Smelly was a nice factor...

"Oh, I apologize for interrupting your conversation." He smiled cheerfully. "But I'm afraid I have an appointment with this lady. I wouldn't want to keep her waiting."

"Well I'm talkin' to her, so you'za gonna have ta step off."

He gave a quick flick of his wrists on each side of the staff, extending it to full size. "I'm afraid I can't do that." He leaned on in like a walking stick, the cheerful grin never leaving his face. "You see, I really do need to get to an appointment with her. Why don't I buy you a drink, and we'll talk this over?"

Leering, the drunkard looked over to him. "Think yer pretty good with that toy stick a yers, doncha?"

"Not really. I'm not as great as you might think."

That actually raised a deep chuckle out of him. "Sorry pretty boy, but I think your long haired, stick holdin' pansy butt should get to gettin'."

Bill almost looked dissapointed. "You sure you're not gonna leave, even with some cash for Necr'ygor Omic?"

He smirked. "If you got that kinda cash, maybe I'll get rid of you and take the woman."

"Or maybe you'll suddenly fall very hard."

"Now why would I go and fall very..."

With speed that comes only with years of training, Bill lunged forward, past the drunk. With a backwards stroke of his staff, the tip of the weapon hit the offensive man right in the back. His balance knocked off by the intoxication, the staff was more then enough to cause him to fall flat on his face.

He smiled and looked to the woman who's name he didn't know, "Think he meant to say hard?"
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Hope this is a decent post, this looked like a nice spot to enter. All yours, Kendo-dono.

[Mewtwo-D2]

Elliya
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"Perhaps... Thank you, by the way. It's my first time to Abregado, and I guess I underestimated how dangerous it might be for a lady."
I glanced over at the unconcious man, then back to my rescuer. He was strong, whoever he was, something that should have put me on instant alert. But I wasn't feeling any danger from him... and my readings of people were normally quite good when I could focus.

"I believe it is custom to give one's name to one's rescuer," I said, extending my hand. "My name is Elliya Dayhalla... and what may I calll you?"

[pokemaniacbill]

Bill
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He couldn't help but grin. "Most people call me alot of things, but probably not things I could say in front of a lady. If you're asking for my name..." He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Then I'd have to tell you it was Bill." He grinned wider and held up his hand, extending his pointer and middle finger. "And someone with no manners. I almost forgot to say that you're welcome. You feelin' allright? I really didn't get here too early, and I'd hate to leave you standing here hurt. I hear it's not proper to leave ladies in allies after being assaulted by drunks." Scratching the back of his neck, he noticed the smelly drunk starting to stir, and tapped him just enough to keep him out a bit longer. So he'd be late for his appointment with the commander. It wouldn't hurt to set an example of things to come in that unit anyway, being a little late. He knew he was good where it counted, and the Rebellion DID want the common people to be accounted for. So he'd really be doing the Rebellion's work. Yeah. That's what he'd tell the commander, if he didn't kill Bill first...

[Mewtwo-D2]

Elliya
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I smiled a little. "I'm perfectly all right..." I stopped short as a realization sunk in. He wasn't just humanoid... my smile disappeared. I could work with humans, and even under the command of humans, but to be indebtted to one?! I wouldn't be allowed back into the clan!
"Excuse me," I choked out, trying to sound as polite as possible, "But are you a human?"

[pokemaniacbill]

Bill
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He blinked. "Yes, I am... kind of a weird lookin' one, I suppose, if I need to be asked..." He shrugged it off with good humor. If everyone else could laugh at him, why couldn't he do it to himself?

"Where're you from, if y'don't mind me asking?"

She continued to gape at him. Perhaps even moreso. He didn't even think she noticed...

"Uhhhh... hello?"

[Mewtwo-D2]

Elliya
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I shook my head in disbelief. An honor debt was serious business... if this had been back home, our clans would've considered us betrothed. Humans didn't take honor half so seriously, but I still did.
"Shez'tavei," I swore softly. "Quick, you have to tell me some way I can repay you... as fast as possible. I can't have an honor debt to a... a... a human!"

[pokemaniacbill]

Bill
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This was interesting.

Honor debt?

He did just save her...

... wait a second...

'to a... human!'?

He did just save her. She just insulted him... or so he gathered. Ah well... she was shooken up.

"Since I'm rather late for my appointment anyway, how about you give me the pleasure of your company for a drink? I'm probably gonna die anyway, I might as well have some kind of a last meal. That'd be enough for an honor debt in my mind... and you're probably hungry too, I bet." He hung his head despondantly. The commander was gonna be TICKED...

[pokemaniacbill]

I'm really sorry folks, I've had some bad luck in regards to posting... as soon as I can, I'll post two RPs that Mewtwo-D2 and I had together. I'm leaving on a trip starting tomorrow. Scouts honor folks... gomen nasai.

[pokemaniacbill]

Bill
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Her eyes widened with a great . "You want me... to go out for a meal with you, human?"

"While admittedly you seem used to rough stuff in some manner, we could at least get something to eat. There's a very slim chance I'll see you again, I'm not a social creature."

"Will you stop talking about FOOD? This is a serious matter!" The indignation on her face was clearly evident.

He was a little irritated himself. "... listen, I don't want to bother you with a law that isn't mine. It'll cause trouble. I don't want trouble."

Her eyes widened with an almost manic and childlike glee. "WAIT! I've got it! He might not have killed me, so I'm saved! I'm not indebted to a human!"

He couldn't help it, he burst out laughing. She just... and the expression on her face... and the...

In case you couldn't tell, he was laughing alot harder now.

She looked at him irately, her expression changing instantly. It was really disturbing, though he did manage to see it only vaguely... in the midst of his laughter, he choked out a "Con... congratulations!"

"What are you laughing at, puny human?"

That was a statement bizarre enough for him to calm his laughing slightly. "The expression on you... and the no killing, and the human and the..." He couldn't help it, he simply laughed harder.

She glared at him with a look that simply reeked 'If you so much as breathe wrong right now, I'm going to kill you.'

"How dare you mock me!" Now this was simply too much. First this human had offended her by taking an honor debt as nothing more then a meal, and now he was mocking her and making no attempt to hide it!

This... Bill. He was actually beginning to irk her.

"I... I'm sorry..." He stood up and wiped his eyes, opening them to look at her, the mirthful look still about him. He really hadn't meant to offend her, but she was just so amusing.

"Listen, I really didn't mean to offend you..."

... he was being nice? This Jiu'elphi, this human? ... why?

"Hey, Elle..."

She blinked a bit and answered almost instinctively to the casual nickname. "Yes?"

"What's your favorite drink?"

Why the hell was this... this... this human asking this? "Cheruban Brandy..." She looked at him suspiciously, looking for all the world like she should be holding a dagger. "Why do you want to know, upstart?"

"Cause I just met one of the friendliest faces I'll see on this world." With a bemused smile, he took a bit of cash out of his pocket and handed it to her, his hand wrapping around hers to form a fist around it. Bill thought to himself as he jumped away, almost bemusedly, 'Though admittedly that ain't saying much, it was true.' And even still as an afterthought, he shook his head. 'She was kinda funny. Ah well, never gonna see her again.' It was about then he realized he gave her the proverbial amount of lunch money he had on him.

Elliya looked to the money in her hand, crumpled up, and saw it was about enough for a nice bottle of her favorite drink. She looked to where that human was, thinking for a few seconds about what had just happened.

'First, he saved me from that man, merely an inconvenience on his part... he laughs at me... then compliments me... and gave me money.' With a decisive nod, she walked to the Command Building... she'd come to a conclusion. 'That man was absolutely crazy. I hope I never see him again.'

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... well, as it turns out, I'm a moron. I spent a few days on this post... I couldn't think of a better place to end. I changed the RP some, and roleplayed Elliya with a few of the exact quotes Mewtwo-D2 provided. Anyway, I won't take so long to post next time, I swear! I'm not completely irresponsible... And as for Bill calling her Elle, he couldn't really remember her full name very well. Bad social skills from all that solo detail.

So yeah... I hope this is decently done. There was no better place I could think of to break off, and I apologize once more. Erm... goodbye.

[Mewtwo-D2]

Chev Arvalla
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I had been leaning back in my chair, staring at the ceiling when a knock on my door brought me to attention.
"Come in," I called, sitting up straight- making myself as "commanderish" as possible. The door panel slid aside, revealing a tall, somewhat nervous-looking human male. Since there was only one human unaccounted for, I decided to take the risk of guessing his identity.
"Leiutenant Majelo?"
"Yeah..." the man nodded, looking more nervous. "Though I much prefer Bill. I apologize for being late. An incident occured."
"Perfectly all right... Everyone arriving at the appointed time would've made others suspicious," I replied, standing up. "I'm not a big one for standing on ceremony... we're all old enough here to know that protocol isn't worth tauntaun spit in the long run. Besides, you're a ranking officer, so it's Chev. Nice to meet you," I extended my hand to him.
He shook my hand, hopefully getting a little more comfortable. "
It's good to meet you too. Never been big on ranks... so I sort of got in the habit of calling people sir so as not to tick too many people off. Now that I think about it... " he stroked his chin thoughtfully. "There's a pretty good chance I'm going to slip up on that alot."
I shook my head. "Just remember, only two people in this slushcup stand outrank you. You can call the rest whatever the hell you want, although I wouldn't recommend it with the Trandoshan... he might decide tearing your arm off is a good example of why not to insult a species pride."
He shrugged easily. "I'll be quite happy to call him whatever he wants as long as he doesn't try to blow me or anyone else up... At least I won't call him a Trashodan like that one time... I didn't like having to fight him, and it really wasn't intentional.
I raised an eyebrow... certain details of Majelo's career were starting to make sense. "
I suppose that's one of the reasons why you were on solo duty for so long... for our first mission, you'll have to work with two others. And as one of our two intrusion experts, you'll be teaming up with Miss Dayhalla, a Kaareenian. I don't know if you've ever heard of them, and I'd be surprised if you had, but they seem to have problems with humans. But as long as you don't offend her pride, it should be fine."
He frowned in concentration. "Did you say Dayhalla?"
"Yes..." I checked my datapad. "One Elliya Dayhalla. She should be here any minute..."

Majelo's eyes widened. "Where is the fastest way out of this building?"
I felt taken aback by the oddly-placed question, but answered, "We haven't finished putting in the escape routes... we're having some trouble camoflaguing them. Right now, the only open ways out are the front door, or the roof, if you don't mind climbing."
"I'll take the roof then. I have to go very quickly... oh, and, uh, I'm in a coma. That's it. Yeah," he said quickly, taking out a staff, looking for all the galaxy like he was going to pole-vault out my office window. "I hope I don't get lost..."
A knock at the door interrupted my focus on Majelo's strange behavior. I keyed the switch, and the door slid open to reveal a somewhat small humanoid female.
"Ms. Dayhalla, I presume."
She flashed me a fanged smile. "Yes, sir. You must be Comm..." she stopped short, he jaw dropping. "YOU!?"
Majelo looked away quickly, apparently cursing himself for not making it out of the office.
"I'm not him," he said quickly. "I am his... evil twin? In... fact... I'm too evil for this base. I think I should be escorted out and... sent to... anywhere else but here because if I stay here she's going to kill me."
She rolled her eyes, flashing those fangs again.
"You humans... so overdramatic," she sniffed disdainfully.
"And you as a person are both scary, ingrateful and rude. But that's not the point. The point is, I need to know the fastest way out of this building and where I can go to... to... do... anything but this. Commander, I am unfit for a team assignment, I have insulted my fellow comrade in arms within the first five minutes and have explained I'd rather be sent to mining duty. I will cause dissention, irritation, and poor mission execution. I request an immediate transfer to the nearest anywhere-the-hell-you-got."
Before I had a chance to say anything, Ms. Dayhalla beat me to it.
"Look, human, I'm sorry that I didn't show proper gratitude before. That wasn't honorable of me. But finding out I had been saved by a human... if I ever make it back home, my clan will be horrified," she shuddered a little herself.
"That's perfectly allright," Majelo replied quickly. "I slipped on my face and it was cut open, I bled to death, soon afterwards. There was nothing you could do. Yeah. Look, I don't wanna cause any waves, and it's very evident you not only dislike me, but find my presence repugnant."
Her eyes rolled again, making me notice how abnormally large they were for a species so close to humans.
"It's simply a matter that if my clan had decided you had saved my life, you would've owned me. That's a frightening enough thought to make anyone act rude."
"And that's perfectly allright. I have no problem at all with you acting rude: It won't affect me in the long run. I don't want to own you. I would not own you even if your clan said so. I want no marraige thing, or slave thing, or any weird rituals of any kind. If you want to, you can punch me in the stomach, as long as I don't have to get tangled and cause you more problems. And there would be more problems."
She shrugged. "I don't need to expend the effort," she held up a hand to show long, wickedly sharp nails. I winced inwardly as I imaged anyone being hit with them. "And I'd rather not have you end up in medbay, since I would probably be transferred even farther from home," she finished.
Majelo nodded in a desperate manner and turned to me. "Sir, THIS is why I've been on solo duty for so long. In case you haven't managed the connection, and admittedly, the chances of that are slim, I'm an incompetent moron. Please, if there is any shred of humanity in you, please send me on a rocket to the sun. This can only get worse. I guarantee it. Bad things will happen. Explosions, broken things, yelling, headaches... you don't want that in your unit, do you?"
I shool my head sympathetically. "Sorry, but this is the kind of thing that makes life interesting," I told him quietly, beforing clearing my throat and adopting a more military posture. "Ms. Dayhalla, Lieutenant Majelo outranks you. Very few people in this galaxy know what a Kaareenian is, and from what I understand, the few of you out in the galaxy do your best to keep it that way. You don't have to like him, but you will not cause trouble in this cell. As for you, Lieutenant Majelo, you were assigned here for a reason, and I am not transferring you out unless I see hard proof that you are not capable of doing your duty."
Majelo perked up a bit. "Ah well..." he sighed. "Since you have not complied with my request, it is my obligation to fulfill the duties that have been to assigned to me as a Lieutenant in the Rebellion to the best of my ability. I promise you this."
"Good. And you?" I turned to Ms. Dayhalla.
She looked a little sulky but replied, "I have been in Intelligence long enough to know not to cause trouble, sir."
"However. I have no interest in causing any trouble or disention within the ranks of this unit and I will continue to request a transferrance where I am not a disturbance to the other members of the unit if problems occur," Majelo continued.
"Acknowledged. And I will continue to reject them until I see that there is a real problem."
"Of course."
"Glad to see we have an understanding then. Both your rooms are upstairs... Lieutenant, your is the first one on the right, Ms. Dayhalla, yours is fifth on the left," finished up any last bit of argument.
"Yes, sir..." Ms. Dayhalla sighed a little and left the room.
Majelo watched her go, then turned back to me. "I apologize for the inconvenience..." he tried to execute a proper parade ground turn, but fell flat on his face instead. "... just like home," he said under his breath.
I pretended not to notice the fall- no need to hurt the man's pride anymore. "No inconvenience. From what I've read on her, she's not a bad person... she's just very resentful that she has to remain away from her home planet. She was taken when she was still a child, and she hasn't really heard from them since. You understand, I'm sure. However, I'll have a talk with her about taking out that resentment on others. Perhaps send her to our staff councilor."
Majelo shook his head. "I have absolutely no problem with her being resentful or angry on my end. I was a little annoyed that she wasn't very thankful about me saving her from that drunk... Nothing can come badly from this, so I have to ask.. Is there... any way you know of that I could find out how to get into any contact with her clan on her homeworld?"
"No...They've got it pretty well closed off. Apparently they got hit during the Clone Wars and cut off contact with the rest of the galaxy, including those of them off-world. Also, most of the planet is still fairly primitive: they didn't develop any sort of space flight, and were only discovered accidentally during the Sith Wars. In all those millenia, they showed no curiousity towards exploring the galaxy, and stayed pretty much out of it until the Old Republic came to them. Even now, they have only one device for interstellar communication, and they mainly use it to tell incoming ships to get away from their system," ever since I had read that, I had wondered what it would be like to command one. Hopefully, she was as personable and likable as all her files said she was when she wasn't angry.
Majelo nodded a bit. "I think I see. Thank you sir... I didn't mean to keep you behind schedule. I'll leave now. First door on the right, correct?"
"Of course, and don't worry about it. Flexibility and all."
"True. I'll see you later, but at this point I wouldn't be surprised if you saw my head before the rest of me. She's kind of scary... nice, but scary," he waved and walked out of the room.
I sat down in my chair, putting my hands behind my head. Part of me was interested in the sort of fireworks that might go on with this, but the commander in me was saying quash it before it gets too bad. I picked up the datapad with Ms. Dayhalla's files on it again. Surely there were other times when a human had offended her species pride. And there it was... she had been in Intelligence roughly thirty years, since she was a child. Her early Intel work for the Old Republic was pretty much deleted, as were any references to her life before that. It seemed for the first decade or so, she had no problems with humans or any other species... and if there were, they weren't noted or had been deleted. But she did have a notation from right around the beginning of the Rebellion, that she was having problems with a human roommate, and seemed to be undergoing some kind of metamorphisis in both body and personality. Maybe it was another Kaareenian thing...that would bear more looking into. And what better way than by going straight to the source. One of these days I was going to sit down with Ms. Dayhalla and have a long talk with her about her people.

[Mewtwo-D2]

Elliya
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I stormed up to my room, cursing the door panels. You couldn't slam door panels.

"Stupid humans... no respect for anyone who's not," I sniffled a little. I was so tired of being away from other members of my species. I hadn't even seen another Kaareenian in ten years. My first thought was to have a good long cry, but when I opened the fifth door on the left, I saw that my roommate had already arrived.

She had blue skin, which immediatly attracted my attention. I still wasn't used to shades that I only considered eye colors being skin colors, even if I had been in the outside galaxy for decades. Her blue skin was a reassurance though, she wasn't human. I didn't recognize the species at all and tried to quell my curiosity.

I coughed lightly and she turned around.
"Hello... I'm Elliya Dayhalla, your roommate," I smiled in a friendly manner. Kaareenians didn't shake hands by custom.

[Asilynne]

~~~Aiko Dayhalla~~~
Far from home you can still find peace...and be with family...

“Day’alla....” I looked at the newcomer curiously for a moment. So, she would be my family while here...
“Gooday, to meeet you Elll’iya Day’alla.” I bowed my head slightly and made a waving motion with my hand. “ I’ll Aiko Day’alla, Co-mmander said I should choose a name for family, and since we are to be family for the mission, I’ll decided to borrowl yours. I hope I do not offend--”
“No, you dont offend.” She said quietly. “May I come in?”
Ah! My roommate had just gotten here and already I was rude! “I’ll sorry Elll’iya... Please forgive my rude, but I am not so used to being away from my home planet as some...”
She looked at me for a moment as she put her things on her bed. Mentioning my home began to make me a bit homesick. Dont get me wrong, I am happy to be on this mission, lending my talents for such a cause, but it was still strange. None spoke my language, none understood my race, for we had long been isolated. But though she was so different from me she seemed to understand.
“I feel the same way...” She said quietly. “For a long time now Ive been separated from others of my own kind, and the humans dont understand how I feel.” I closed my eyes in agreement, the humans werent bad to me but they tended to keep to themselves. “If you to te’ll me about your homeland, I will tell you of mine, maybe even, it will feels as if we are therre.”
Her somber face looked thoughtful...
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Short, but I havent forgotten about this one ^-~