Tarja Selás - Character Sheet

Character Sheet

Character

Class Scoundrel 1

ECL 1 Gender Female

Race Human Height 5'10''

Size M Weight 96 lb. (47 kg)

Ability Scores

Total Base Enh. Misc Mod

Str 11 11 0

Dex 14 14 +2

Con 9 9 -1

Int 16 16 +3

Wis 17 17 +3

Cha 13 13 +1

Initiative

Total Dex Mod Skill Mod

Initiative 1d20+ 7 2 5

Miscellaneous

HP 17 Damage Threshold

Total Fort. Misc

10 10

Force P. 5 Speed 6 BAB 0

Special Combat Actions

Feats / Talents

<< Feats >>•Weapon Proficiency (Pistols)•Weapon Proficiency (Simple weapons)•Point Blank Shot•Skill Focus (Perception)•Quick Skill

<< Talents >>•Knack

Languages

•Basic•Durese•Rodian•Huttese

Combat Options

Weapon Attack Bonus

Damage Critical Range Increm.

Type Notes / Ammo

Blaster Pistol 2 3d6 100/pp

Attack Bonus

Total BAB Ability Size Misc Temp

Melee 0 0 0

Ranged 2 0 2

Saving Throws

Total Base Level/Armor

Class Ability Mod

Misc

Fortitude (Con) 10 10 1 -1

Reflex (Dex) 15 10 1 2 2

Willpower (Wis) 15 10 1 1 3

Skills

Key Ability

Skill Mod

½ level

Ability Mod

Trained (+5)

Skill Focus

Misc

Acrobatics° DEX 7 0 2 5

Climb° STR* 0 0 0

Deception° CHA 1 0 1

Endurance° CON -1 0 -1

Gather Information° CHA 6 0 1 5

Initiative° DEX 7 0 2 5

Jump° STR* 0 0 0

Knowledge (The Sith)° INT 8 0 3 5

Mechanics INT 8 0 3 5

Perception° WIS 13 0 3 5 5

Persuasion° CHA 1 0 1

Pilot° DEX 7 0 2 5

Ride° DEX 2 0 2

Stealth° DEX 7 0 2 5

Survival° WIS 3 0 3

Swim° STR 0 0 0

Treat injury° WIS 3 0 3

Use computer° INT 8 0 3 5

Use the force° CHA 1 0 1* Apply armor penalty, double for swim / ° Use untrained / italics: Class skill

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Tarja Selás

Tarja Selás - Race

Race

Human (SWSE p23)● Humanoid (Human)● Medium: As Medium creatures, humans have no special bonuses of penalties due to their size.● Human base land speed is 6 squares.● 1 extra feat at 1st level● 1 additional trained skill at 1st level● Automatic Language: Basic.

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“What is easily won, is easily lost”- Maredocian proverb

Tarja Selás - Class

Class

Scoundrel (SWSE p45)

Class Features

Class Skills Trained Skills: 4+3+1

BAB Advancement Scoundrel Strength -

Saving Throws Reflex +2, Will +1 Dexterity Acrobatics, Initiative, Pilot, Stealth

Hit Points 18 + CON Modifier Constitution -

Starting credits 3d4 x 250 cr. Intelligence Knowledge, Mechanics, Use Computer

Force Points / lvl 5 + ½ ECL (round down) Wisdom Perception

Charisma Deception, Gather Information, Persuasion

Lvl BaB Special

1st 0 Defense Bonuses, starting feat, starting talent

2nd +1 Bonus Feat

3rd +2 Talent

4th +3 Bonus Feat

5th +3 Talent

6th +4 Bonus Feat

7th +5 Talent

8th +6 Bonus Feat

9th +6 Talent

10th +7 Bonus Feat

11th +8 Talent

12th +9 Bonus Feat

13th +9 Talent

14th +10 Bonus Feat

15th +11 Talent

16th +12 Bonus Feat

17th +12 Talent

18th +13 Bonus Feat

19th +14 Talent

20th +15 Bonus Feat

Bonus FeatsAll bonus feats gained at every even-numbered level must be taken from the following list:Deadeye, Dodge, Melee Defense, Mobility, Precise Shot, Quick Draw, Rapid Shot, Running Attack, Skill

Focus, Skill Training, Vehicular Combat, Weapon Proficiency (advanced melee weapons)

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Tarja Selás - Feats

Feats

Point Blank Shot (SWSE p87) [class feat]You are skilled at making well-placed shots with ranged weapons at point blank rangeBenefit: You get a +1 bonus on attack and damage rolls with ranged weapons against opponents within

point blank range (see Table 8-5: Weapon Ranges, SWSE p129)

Weapon Proficiency (pistols & simple weapons) (SWSE p89) [class feat]

You are proficient with a particular kind of weaponry.Benefit: Choose one of the following weapon groups: advanced melee weapons, heavy weapons (which

include vehicular weapons and starship weapons), lightsabers, pistols, rifles and simple weapons. You are proficient with all weapons of the selected group. For more information on weapon groups, see SWSE p119.

Normal: If you wield a weapon with which you are not proficient, you take a -5 penalty to your attack rolls.

Special: You gain this feat multiple times. Each time you take the feat, it applies to a different weapon group. You cannot take exotic weapons as a weapon group; instead, you must select the Exotic Weapon Proficiency feat (see SWSE p84) to gain proficiency with a specific exotic weapon (such as the bowcaster or flamethrower).

Skill Focus (Perception) (SWSE p88) [human bonus feat]One of your skills is particularly well honed.Benefit: You gain a +5 competence bonus on skill checks made with one trained skill of your choiceSpecial: This feat may be selected multiple times. Its effects do not stack. Each time you take this feat, it

applies to a different trained skill.

Quick Skill (KOTOR p34) [1st level feat]Your cautious nature provides a bonus to accomplishing extremely dangerous tasks. You are steady and

confident.Benefit: Once per encounter, you can take 10 when rushed on a singled skill check for a skill you are

trained in, unless the skill description explicitly forbids it. Alternatively, you can take 20 when using a skill you are trained in at half the normal time required.

Normal: Taking 20 normally requires 20 times the amount of time needed by a regular skill check.

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“Yes, it IS better to hide in here than to face her

wrath.” - Jin

Tarja Selás - Talents

Talents

Knack (SWSE p46) [1st level talent] – Fortunate Talent TreeOnce per day, you can reroll a skill check and take the better result.You can select this talent multiple times; each time you select this talent, you can use it one additional

time per day.

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“I am telling you this, tarja, that target did NOT move. You're just a terrible shot.” - Sirious Gravis

Tarja Selás - Equipment

EquipmentBlasTech DRL-35 Blaster Pistol w/ Holster (Hip): A small and lightweight BlasTech DRL-35 with one

additional power pack placed in a separate case at the Holster.CorTec M-IIIp Personal Commlink (long range): The civilian version of a CorTec M-III comm used by

less-moneyed security personal all over the galaxy due to its relative small size and durability under wasting conditions.

Pocket Scrambler: Built out of parts from different scramblers on the market, this handy version the size of a small cigarette box is unique in design, but quite regular in power.

Tool kit: Whoever calls himself a mechanic or pilot is equipped with this collection of tools, ranging from hydro-drivers to a small precision soldering gun.

Datapad: A basic datapad with some datacards in a protective aluminium case.Credstick: 'nuff said.

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Tarja Selás - Nero

Nero

Keranov N-R Class 3 Multi-Purpose-Droid

After the huge success with which the Czerka GE3-Series had hit the market for human-relationship droids, many other manufactures scrambled in its wake to create their own series of multi-purpose droids that could be programmed for all sorts of duties with little to none additional costs in production, trying to get their own - preferably large - piece of the cake.

Keranov Industries was one of the somewhat more successful companies to enter this market, though not necessarily for their excellent quality but for their placement on the galactic map. Whilst most competition tried to hit the core worlds, Keranov's large factories were situated in a cluster of planets in the outer rim, qualifying them to guarantee short delivery and support times for the nearby worlds and star systems. In addition, KI introduced their droids in three different series (R, S and T) to meet varying demands and purses, which made their low-cost models even more affordable - and attractive - to private customers.

Though the N-Series droids are generally from a heavier build than their competition's counterparts and thus sometimes able to function under less favorable circumstances, it is rather difficult to get a hold of suitable replacement parts outside the rims, resulting in higher prices for maintenance or the need to improvise using parts originally not designed for them.

Keranov N-R Class 3 Multi-Purpose-Droid

Medium Droid (3rd degree) nonheroic 2Init: +0, Perception: +1Languages: Basic, Binary, Huttese, Translator (DC 10)

Changes to sample GE3 (KOTOR p83) [DM only]:- reduced reflex by 1- increased fort by 2, resulting in threshold of 12- reduced will by 1- raised hp by 1- reduced BAB by 1- replaced the DC 5-Translator with a DC 10-version- reduced Wisdom, reducing perception by 1- removed feat Skill Training(Persuasion)- removed feat Skill Training(Knowledge[social sciences])- added feat Skill Training(Mechanics)- removed feat Skill Focus(Knowledge[bureaucracy])- removed feat Skill Focus(Knowledge[galactic lore])

Defenses: Reflex 9 (flat-footed 8), Fort 12, Will 10HP: 6, Damage Threshold: 12Immune droid traits

Speed: 6 squares (walking)Melee: unarmed +0 (1d3-1)Base Attack: 0, Grapple: +0

Abilities: STR 8, DEX 8, CON -, INT 13, WIS 11, CHA 15Skills: Knowledge (bureaucracy) +6, Knowledge (galactic lore) +6, Knowledge (social sciences) +6, Mechanics +5Feats: Skill Training (Mechanics)Systems: walking locomotion, basic processor, translation unit (DC 10), 2 hand appendages, vocabulatorPosessions: audio recorder, commlinkAvailability: Licensed, Cost: 1.500 credits

'Nero', Keranov N-R0 Multi-Purpose Droid

Nero is a rather unique droid of the Keranov N-R-series, who was found by Tarja Selás on a scrapyard on Nal Hutta a year ago. At some time in the past, someone had messed with his programming, which made the protocol droid a cynical and sarcastic personality, and years on the scrapyards of Nal Hutta hadn't improved things a bit. Despite his seemingly hostile demeanour, Tarja decided to buy him, which earned her his loyalty as well as his own means to express that loyalty, for good and bad.

Rules are as stated above, with the following special rules:Used: Nero has been active for over three decades, whole

years of it with little to none maintenance, save for the things he

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Tarja Selás - Nero

has been able to perform himself. Until the resulting attrition is repaired, reduce moving speed by one square and Charisma by one point. Additionally, he suffers a -1 penalty on every skill check on perception. Necessary repairs cost around 1000 credits for the spares and a successful Mechanics(25) skill check is needed with a base time of two hours. In return, the buy costs are reduced to 800 credits scrapyard fee.

Locked Memory: Years ago, a young splicer messed around with Nero's programming and protocols, resulting in him keeping his rhetoric capabilities and artifice, but becoming overly sarcastic and blunt, with a strong sense for discourtesy in all people, except himself; which was the reason for Nero to end up on the scrapyard on which he was eventually found by Tarja. His special nature was obvious even before she bought him, but Tarja thought it to go away once he had a memory wipe. Unfortunately, the splicer had also put quite some effort into heavy security measures to prevent memory wipe or the reversal of his splicing, leaving Nero just the way as he is now and leaving everyone else to just deal with it.

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“If I were forced to describe the young mistress with a single word, my head would probably

explode.” - Nero, N-R0 Droid

Tarja Selás - The Defiance

The DefianceGhotroc Industries Class 720 Freighter Defiance CL6

Colossal Space TransportInit: -3, Senses: Perception +5

Defense Ref 14 (flat-footed 12), Fort 25; +12 armorhp 110; DR 15; SR 15; Threshold 75

Speed fly 12 squares (max. velocity 750 km/h), fly 2 squares (starship scale)Ranged double laser cannons +1 (see below)Fighting Space 12x12 or 1 square (starship scale); Cover totalBase Atk +0; Grp +35Atk Options autofire (double laser cannons)

Abilities Str 40, Dex 14, Con -, Int 13Skills Initiative -3, Mechanics +5, Perception +5, Pilot -3, Use Computer +5

Crew 2 (norma); Passengers 10Cargo 135 tons; Consumables 2 months; Carried Craft noneHyperdrive x2 (backup x15), navicomputerAvailability Licensed; Cost 98,500 (23,000 used)

Double laser cannons (gunner) Atk +1 (-4 autofire), Dmg 4d10x2

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Tarja Selás - Background - “I can't say”

Background - “I can't say”"Captain Garret? Captain, are you there?"The vox awoke to crackling life, and the man in question looked up from the datapad he had studied until

then, reaching out with his free hand to answer the call."Yes, Jin, what is it?""I, uhm, got something on my scanners, but I can't get a clear signal. It has probably nothing to do with

interference though, it's more like-"The other man's voice was cut off by an automated alarm, the lights in the dimly lit room turning into a low,

pulsing red. Garret recognised it immediately as the close range proximity alarm and let loose an old barbatuan curse. He pulled himself towards the console stretched out before him and fumbled with the controls for a few seconds. When he finally managed to get the big viewscreen in front of him to show an image of the approaching ship, he instantly recognized its distinctive shape, swearing colourfully yet again, but this time out of relief.

"You can stop wetting yourself now, Jin, it's only good old Daroma paying us a visit. Please turn off that damn alarm, yes?" He didn't wait for the - undoubtedly forbidding - answer and switched the vox to a secure channel, tuned on the incoming ship, waiting until all icons on the side of the screen turned green before speaking.

"Daroma, I congratulate you. You've finally managed to pull one of your dirty little tricks on me. But I am in a good mood today, so I'll let you live to tell your lousy grandchildren of this."

The answer was bellowing laughter, as the screen flickered and showed a static-layered image of an old Duros clad in some kind of armour almost as old as himself. The duros sat in a chair similar to Garret's own, but undoubtedly on the bridge of his ship, the Eluos, with a mischievous grin on his face.

"I always told you, Viras Garret, that one day I would beat you to it, I always did. Imagine I would've been hostile." he chuckled. Garret tried to put on a neutral expression, but didn't quite succeed. Too great was his curiosity to hear what his old business associate had learned on his behalf.

"Yes, Daroma, that you did indeed." he answered with a sour expression, which was only partly feigned. With a glance at one of the secondary screens, he saw that the duros ship was closing in from behind, no doubt using their drive emissions to further aggravate the effect his sensor cloaking had had.

"Nice trick with the cloaking, though you would've never succeeded, if those blasted narmor-pirates hadn't scored a hit or two on my beauty here. Plus, Jin was probably asleep on duty."

The 'beauty' he was referring to was a battered light cruiser of undetermined age and ancestry that had undergone some serious modifications - and a dissimilar higher number of times, repairs - called the Proudheart, which acted as mobile headquarters for his enterprises.

The Duros laughed again and continued dishing out friendly jibes, while Garret exercised himself in patience, until he couldn't bear it any more.

"Enough of your glorious victory sneaking upon a sleeping man, Daroma. Since you have come to this particular place, you ought to have completed what I have asked of you"

Not even the rough disruption could diminish Daroma's good humour, but the mention of his previous assignment made sure he got serious and business-like.

"All right, Viras Garret, but you might want to check again if this channel is secure. I have done some really strange assignments in the past for you, and you know how damn good I am at what I'm doing, right?"

Garret nodded with a furrowed brow. This was a rather unusual preamble for Daroma. "That's why I am paying huge amounts of money for your aid"

The Duros waved that comment away with a gesture. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Listen, Garret, I've analysed the sample you gave me, I'm sending you the details now" Garret observed as Daroma punched a few commands into his console and waited for the file to arrive before showing its content on one of the secondary screens surrounding the bigger one. He quickly scanned its contents, then turned towards the Duros again, who shifted anxiously in his chair.

"This is some detailed work, but I think I miss the reason for your obvious excitement. I had expected more."

"Look closer"Garret let loose a small sigh and scrolled through the analysis of the blood sample he gave to Daroma.

"Human female, approximate age, approximate size and weight," he said "short-term anamnesis,

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susceptibility for allergies, immune complex-" At that he stopped. "What is this?" he asked, looking at the Duros.

"That is proof for the existence of antibodies against a certain, non-lethal immune disease called 'boirga-fever'. Only humans seem to be susceptible to it, and it seems rather harmless, but there's not much known about it."

"So?""The reason for the boirga-fever being that rare is that the only known cases are documented in the Midas

system in the Koralis-Sector, quite a few thousand parsecs rimwards from here."Garret tried to keep a straight face. This confirmed his own speculations, but still the reason for Daroma's

unease eluded him.Daroma looked at him with a mixture of impatience and concern."You still don't get it, do you?"Garret slowly shook his head."The first planet of the Midas system, inconveniently named

Maredok, was marked as enemy territory, until it was liberated some years ago."The Duros blinked at him, his face showing the equivalent of a human frown. "Viras, according to this

data, to whomever this blood you gave me belongs, she lived on Maredok and had the boirga-fever during the reign of the Sith!"

* * *Garret looked like he'd been struck by a Wookie, as whole chunks of the puzzle fell into place at once.

After seconds had passed, he managed to get a hold of himself, and said "Daroma, this person is no sith agent, I'm quite sure of it."

"Oh yeah? How can you tell? As far as I know" - he sounded sarcastically now - "the Sith are not exactly friendly to people who oppose them. And as far as I know you, Garret" he stabbed with a finger at the camera, "you wouldn't put that much effort and money into something that doesn't deem you worth it." He closed the membranes over his eyes for a second and took a deep breath. "Look, I know you're no friend of the Sith" he continued in a low voice "but you haven't seen what they are capable of. Not the way I did."

Garret tried to shield himself against the pain in the voice of the Duros. He knew about Daroma's history, how the planet he'd tried to retire on had been invaded by the Sith and how they had either corrupted or destroyed it's population, forcing the Duros to a close escape, leaving some newly won friends behind to warn some old ones.

"I know, Daroma, believe me" he said calmly, trying to sound reassuring. "But don't jump to conclusions here. When was the liberation of Maredok? A few years ago? Maybe a dozen? Look at the approximate age, she was probably a child back then. Also, you managed to get away from such an invasion as well, right? I don't mean to impair your undoubtedly cunning escape, but maybe she did likewise, or hitched a ride or something." Even to his own ears, this sounded - though plausible - pretty weak, and he could tell that Daroma wasn't nearly convinced.

"Come now, man, you know I don't deal with the Sith, right? You've probably guessed by now that you are not the only one gathering information in my name-" that remark earned him weak smile "-but I assure you, I specifically wanted you to look into it, because you're the best. I am sorry that it turned out like this, I really didn't mean it to."

The Duros stared at him for a few seconds, then took another deep breath. "All right, all right. I trust you, you know that."

"So do I."Daroma managed another weak smile. "Maybe I'm just getting old.""Let's not hope too old to remember the rest of our bargain." "Careful, whelp, hold that course and I'll make sure I will outlive you."Garret grinned, but continued nonetheless "You destroyed the sample and all traces of it, as well as the

analysis you just sent me?" The Duros made a show out of issuing the delete-command of the file. "All done. Now where's my money?"

"Already en route to your account of choice, plus a neat little bonus"Seemingly pleased, Daroma nodded to himself, almost his old self again, when a shadow crossed his

expression. "I will ask you one more question, Viras Garret, and I will only ask it once, so you better be sure about your answer."

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“I can't say”- favorite statement

of Viras Garret

Tarja Selás - Background - “I can't say”

"I will." Garret said unperturbed."Who is that girl?"With a mischievous grin that echoed Daroma's own from the beginning of their conversation, he answered

"I can't say."* * *

After some more friendly taunting and enquiries about the other's families, Daroma the Duros left, with a final wish of good fortune.

With a sigh, Viras Garret leaned back in his chair and paused. The big viewscreen in front of him had turned black, and in the glossy finish, he could see himself like in a mirror; a tall, well-built man in his late (very late) thirties, clad in dark fatigues, the short hair and neatly trimmed beard surrounding chiselled features with piercing blue eyes. For a while, he just stared at his image, trying to let his thoughts flow freely. He had quite a number of options available to him, now that his first thirst had been quenched.

After some time, maybe minutes, maybe hours, he took up his datapad again, the one he had been studying to begin with, with a sly grin in his face. This seemed like the perfect opportunity. With great diligence, he started cleaning up his room, not because he was that much of a orderly person, but because the woman he was about to invite had very keen senses and an even sharper wit, and he had tons of things lying around that were just too dangerous to know for one of his subordinates, especially her.

When all was well, Garret read the file he received from Daroma an additional two times and afterwards made sure it was closed and secured with his personal key.

Then, he turned on the ship's security system and switched between the cameras until he found what - or better, who - he was looking for.

She was sitting in one of the smaller halls designated for leisure time, holding a datapad similar to the one he used earlier in her hands and studying it intently, from time to time scribbling on it with a light pen. As he zoomed the camera in, her head jolted upwards, her gaze fixing the camera. So much for keen senses, Garret thought dryly.

He reached out for his console to call her, and watched on the screen as she - with an amused expression on her face - held up her personal comm and strolled out of the room.

About a minute later, the door bell chimed. Garret reached for the opener, and the heavy bulkhead slid noisily aside, allowing the young woman to enter his so-called office. As always, she stood unmoving for some seconds, only her green eyes scanning the room with quick efficiency before entering. After adjusting himself to this habit of hers, he usually took this time to scan her in return, though with less efficiency and more delight.

The red-headed woman clad in a tight bodysuit made of soft leather of some sort, a light tunic of dark grey over it and a pair of heavy-duty boots was neither strikingly beautiful nor gifted with the kind of bodily attributes he usually liked in women. In fact, her body was thin, almost meagre in a child-like way, and above her thin, straight nose, laid shadows around her eyes that never quite seemed to go away, no matter what mood she was in or the make-up applied. But her red hair, which surged around her head in fiery waves and the immense inner resolve that radiated defiantly through her posture, blazing in her green eyes were something that touched him every time he looked at her that way, a fact that hadn't changed in these past years. If he was honest to himself, this had greatly attributed to the moment that a skinny thief trying to get some credits from one of his men hadn't been dealt with in a life-ending, but rather life-saving way.

"You wanted to talk to me?" she interrupted his musings with her clipped voice that always sounded a little bit like she was too tense to open her jaws to speak. The bulkhead fell into place behind her, shutting out all other sounds.

"Yes, indeed I do" Garret said with a warm, yet sardonic, smile that was both real and show and gestured her to sit. As he had expected, she refused and stayed where she was, her arms crossed before her chest.

"I have a job for you" he continued without further delay, still smiling "and I have lots of good news, and maybe some bad news as well. You get to choose."

"Bad News first." she said without hesitating. Of course."Well then. It's a transport gig. No nice, quiet dead matter, but living cargo. Persons, you understand?

Humans and the like." He noticed her face darkening a bit."I can deal with that.""Of course you can, that is precisely why I want you to do it.""And the good news?" She sounded like she clearly didn't expect them to outweigh the prospect of being

among human beings for an undetermined time aboard a small starship.

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"I'm afraid that I am not quite finished with the bad news." He raised the hand with the datapad and leaned forward, holding it in her direction. With a suspicious look at him, she took the datapad and quickly scanned the opened file. Garret braced himself for the inevitable outbreak that would follow, and wasn't to be disappointed.

"You got to be fugging kiddin' me, Garret!" she screamed once she found the magic keyword in the file's content, staring at him full of anger, her eyes ablaze. "I will not have this!" She tossed him the datapad carelessly and started pacing the little room Garret's office had to offer. "You get Jin to do it, or Gravis, but not me! You know how I feel about them!"

Garret kept his smile on his face with little effort, radiating as much calm as possible without infuriating her even more. "Jin is needed here, and Gravis is unavailable at the moment. In fact, all are unavailable except you, though that is not the reason I want you to do it." He watched her as she stopped and stood upright once more.

"So? Is this-" she pointed at the datapad in his lap "-an order, captain?” she asked sarcastically."Yes, of some sort, if you want it that way. But I also said that I have good news, didn't I?" he said with a

sly grin. She nodded slowly, and he waited until she had her choler under control once more."I will give you the Defiance" he told her.Several different expressions were his reward for breaking it to her; surprise, mistrust, joy, more mistrust

and in the end a lurking grin.The Defiance was a rather small ship, an old, battered Ghotroc 720 freighter with little to offer, but he

knew she loved it with all her heart, at least as far as she was capable of, though the reason for it eluded him completely.

"All right" she told him. "For the Defiance, I will transport your precious cargo wherever you want to. But I tell you this: If they try to do anything funny, to me, my droid or my ship," the term 'my ship' receiving special emphasis "I will drop their sorry asses out into the void, and there is nothing you can do or bitch about it."

"This is acceptable. Now, since we got only little time, would you like to have the honour to go to the docking bay and ready the old girl for a journey, yes?"

Unable to hide her elation any longer, she grinned broadly and swept around to leave the office, only to stop and snatch the dataslate from his lap. "Uhm...thanks, okay?"

Flattered by this unexpected outburst of gratefulness, Garret gave her a patriarchal nod and let her out.He could only hope that he was doing the right thing. Gambling was not one of his usual habits, but this

time it could be entirely worth it. After staring at the closed bulkhead for a few seconds, he turned around to the console and again switched on the security system, to observe her doings in the docking bay and on the bridge of the Defiant.

And with her going to the planet Pandora, to pick up her 'cargo', some Jedi and their companions, to deliver them to whatever destination they wanted, he would eventually learn about the secret of her heritage.

And he would learn why Tarja Selás hated the Jedi that much.

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“I bid your forgiveness, gentlemen, the young mistress' severe social disability is especially pronounced

today.” - Nero, N-R0 Droid

Tarja Selás - Background – Dramatis Personae

Background – Dramatis PersonaeTarja Selás – Human Smuggler/Rogue Trader

Tarja Selás is a young human whose homeworld near the outer rims got caught up in a conflict between the Sith Empire and the Jedi. After the Republic took over again, she left the planet and roamed around for some time before eventually signing up with Viras Garret, rogue trader, where her somewhat widespread talents are put to use whereever they are called for.While no bad person at heart, Tarja is a difficult one to deal with; sarcastic, vengeful, stubborn, and with a rather short temper. In return, she is honest, loyal, straight, and has a subtle, if twisted, sense of humor.She holds strong resentments against the Jedi in general for their role in her personal life so far and knows things about the Sith Empire and their doings most others do not.

Viras Garret – Human Smuggler/Rogue Trader

Viras Garret is the head of a band of smugglers and rogue traders which mainly operate in the outer rims, outside the jurisdiction of the Republic. He is also the captain of the Proudheart, a light cruiser, which acts as mobile headquarter of his enterprises, and owns several other, smaller craft used by his subordinates.Garret values loyalty over profit, and usually cares for the wellbeing of his employees, but what he values more than anything else, is knowledge. His greed for all kind of information is the one thing that can break his otherwise calm and composed (some would call it superior or even arrogant) demeanour and bring trouble upon him and his entourage.

N-R0 'Nero' – Class 3 Multi-Purpose-Droid

Nero is a rather unique droid of the Keranov N-R-series, who was found by Tarja Selás on a scrapyard on Nal Hutta a year ago. At some time in the past, someone had messed with his programming, which made the protocol droid a cynical and sarcastic personality, and years on the Hutt's scrapyards hadn't improved things a bit. Despite his seemingly hostile demeanour, Tarja decided to buy him, which earned her his loyalty as well as his own means to express that loyalty, for good and bad.

Jin & Sirios Gravis – Human Smugglers

Sirios Gravis and Jin are two of Garret's most trusted subordinates, and for Tarja, something akin to friends. The small and skinny Jin has a rep as a gifted splicer and usually does his chores aboard the Proudheart, while Gravis is more of a brawler/bodyguard-type, but with a sharp wit. In fact, quite a few of the smugglers - including Jin, though he deny that - somewhat look up to Gravis for his forthright demeanour and martial prowess, making him something like an unofficial second-in-command when Garret is away.Both started to like Tarja after they got to know her, something that can't be said of all of Garret's business partners, though Jin knows she still keeps them away at a certain distance. Nevertheless, the three of them are often found together, which usually keeps anyone who doesn't like one of the three away from all of them.

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Tarja Selás - Background – Dramatis Personae

San-Vol – Cerean Jedi

Raised in a semi-wealthy area, San became interested in mediation. Thus, he patterned his education in that area. The great species-conflict on Kayshykk between the Trandoshans and Wookiees became his most intense study. Eventually he even learned Shyrwook and Dosh, so to better able communicate with those species and help when the opportunity to mediate presented itself. His parents, along with his siblings, still live on Cerea, in a modest dwelling near the campus where San got his education. San is the youngest of four brothers, and so had to 'strike out on his own'. The discovery of his Force sensitivity was fortuitous, and he was accepted into training for Jedi. Now, as a padawan, armed with his lightsabre and his wits, San is living his destiny, to bring peace to the planet of Kayshyyk, one encounter at a time.

Ghin Torres – Human Jedi

Ghin Torres was born in a wealthy family. She was found to be strong in the Force, unlike her Sister, Ghen.

Ghin became a Padawan of a Human Jedi named Kar son Lomack. As Ghin grew older, and spent more time with the Jedi, she felt herself falling in love with him, Kar repeatedly told her He would not have an intimate relationship of that kind with her. Ghin feels that Kar is wrong, and that Jedi can have intimate relationships, if they desire to.

Jacen Durran – Human Noble/Failed Jedi

Jacen is the second son of an outer rim noble. As a child it was found that he talent with the force and he was sent to the Jedi Academy on Coruscant. After some time, although he did develop his force using abilities, He was expelled because the masters felt he didn't have the self discipline necessary to resist the Dark Side. Secretly Jacen resents the Jedi masters feeling they lowered his esteem in his father's eyes. He also came to feel that the Jedi were weak during his training seeing them as unable to make the "hard choices" necessary to protect the Republic. He now is on a personal quest to prove his worth.

Ber Lastro – Duros Mechanic/Pilot

Ber Lastro, the son of mercenary Rin Lastro, grew up on the move. Ber never knew his mother & Rin never spoke of her. They lived for short periods on Arkania & Kashyyyk, but mostly led a nomadic life, moving from job to job and ship to ship. As he grew up. Ber learned to fly & repair the ships they lived on.

When Rin died, Ber was left on the planet (____________TBD) to fend for himself. Ber uses his skills to find work & survive.

Ber is more of listener than a talker. He rarely talks about himself or his life. Ber is somewhat superstitious. He enjoys gaming, inventing and reading. His favorite topics of conversation include his hobbies and science.

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Drayven Moonshadow – Consular Jedi

Little is known about Drayven, and the very least by himself. Signs indicate that he had fallen to the Dark Side, and a small team of Jedi had him mindwiped to eradicate the Sith influence and prevent him from returning to his former masters.

Zef Amadis – Human Soldier

Zef Amadis is a Mandalorian that has lost his fathers armor and disgraced his clan in an act of cowardice. After years of despair and cantina crawling, he finds himself working as a smuggler taking any job he can, working for the good, the bad, or the ugly. He secretly searches for his father’s armor and a chance to redeem himself. While enemies from the past do popup from time to time, his always present nemesis is a bottle of Corellian ale.

Gryph Darkstar – Human Scout

Gryph Darkstar is a Human Scout with no known records whatsoever. He was last seen working for the team of Jedi that carrying out Drayven Moonshadow's rehabilitation.

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Tarja Selás - DIARY pt. 1 – “What is easily won...”

DIARY pt. 1 – “What is easily won...”There is a common saying amongst my people: "What is easily won, is easily lost", for a change with little

effort is easily reversed. Most people nod at this wisdom, but lack the insight, that every change in life comes with a price, even one that is easily achieved. And while the latter are not as difficult to reverse, something always comes loose in the process and gets left behind.

I was born on an unremarkable little planet the locals call Maredok, somewhere in the outer rims. I guess that's only befitting, since I was a pretty unremarkable kid as well; bright, though no genius, cute, but no beauty, usually nice, albeit not everybody's darling, headstrong, stubborn and defiant, but not a bad kid as such. I had some friends, but not too many, loving parents, an elder brother and sister, who loved me dearly, but also teased me a lot. A pretty normal family.

My parents worked at one of the big nutrition factories of the northern continent, the planet's only export good, on one of the few more habitable places of the northern hemisphere (there's lots of barren rock and lava and molten metals in between). I went to school and learned lots of things about the galaxy we're living in, the Republic, their officials on-ground, our planetary neighbours, though far away, and the petty fights over youknowwhat with the guys from the southern hemisphere, before I got out to do some reading on my own, or fiddling around with technical stuff I had sort of a talent for, but only little knowledge of. At least I managed not to get myself killed, or so I always thought.

Things started to go to awry when the Sith first came to our world. Alien to us but for a few rumours from off-world, they said that the Republic wouldn't care for us any more. They offered us many things neglected by the republic's politicians, and the end of the corruption that had been creeping around for quite some time, according to the elders. They offered us a strong position against our neighbours, even if they had been unheard of for decades.

A huge debate broke out whether to accept the offer or not, a time in which many opponents of the Sith miraculously resigned or disappeared off-world - or worse. And with every passing day and week, the Sith came closer to achieving their goals. In the end, when it came to a vote, there were little left to stand their ground against them.

When the senate accepted the offer, things got interesting around ours. The foreman of my dad's factory was sent to retirement a few years before his time, which suited him pretty well, and got replaced with someone from off-world. Our school got a new teacher, also from off-world, a cocky young guy from a planet even farther from the core, but we kinda liked him. He knew what he was doing, and the stories he had to tell from the new empire we were now a part of enthralled both the little kids and the older ones. Heck, the little brother of a friend of mine even told me once, that when he grew up, he wanted to be a Sith himself. Indoctrination worked, I guess. The adults were happy that new schools were built and the working conditions in the factories were improved, and most of the teenagers were also eager to learn more about the new possibilities in this seemingly thriving empire.

I even met one of them once. The Sith, I mean. From what we knew from the media, and compared to the former republican representatives - an Ithori and a Devaronian - they they seemed pretty normal, mostly humans, which also fitted our own racial figures, since most of the planet's inhabitants were human as well.

He came to our town when I was at the local techshop, where we used to hang out from time to time. A young man, maybe two or three years older than myself, and a real looker, if you know what I mean. Our local boys are usually rather short, stocky and fair-haired, which made me taller than most of them, but he was even taller, thin and wiry, with sleek, jet-black hair. He was in town because his speeder broke down and he had to get some spare parts, and he was on his way to the factory up north for some "optimizations", as he called it. I even invited him over for dinner, but he declined, saying he had to leave soon. But what I recall most vividly was the way he looked at me; when I asked him about it, he told me I looked like someone he knew from his homeworld, some inexpressible name I forgot. I have heard quite some stories of how inhuman the Sith are and how cruel and stuff, but I'm pretty sure that he was not like that. Maybe it's just the history that's written by the winning side. Or some childish crush on a guy I didn't know at all.

Shortly after that episode, my brother and sister both signed up for the Sith navy after finishing their edu's, being a few years older than me, and they got assigned to the newly created planetary defence force, which wasn't half bad, because we could see each others from time to time. Dad was as proud as he could ever be. Since I got a lot into trouble at that time, I thought about joining too, to fix some of the damage done to the relationship with my father, but with the events yet to come, things went a bit different.

Eight years and six months galactic standard time after the Sith officially took over, a 'liberation force' of the Jedi arrived above Maredok. Had the Sith wanted to take us by force, they would probably have

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succeeded, since we had had no army whatsoever to boot. But the Jedi had to face the new PDF, as well as a battle cruiser of the Sith that recently arrived to do some business.

The battle took about a week and thousands of casualties, mostly Maredocian. In the end, the remaining Sith on the planet and their ambassadors took off in the now severely damaged cruiser, leaving our planet to the victorious Jedi and the Republic to take over again. They started to re-instate surviving officials and a planet-wide campaign to eradicate what they saw as evil influence of the Sith. Many more people died when uprisings on behalf of the Sith Empire occurred, before this resistance was quenched as well.

I hadn't seen neither my brother nor my sister since the fighting had first started. During the painful re-establishment of the Republic's reign, my mom had died as well in some extremist's attack on the factory, leaving father and me behind. Alone with his now difficult daughter, grieving over his thought-dead children, he soon went after her.

With nothing left, I went off-world, on a dirty freighter on its way to Viroga Station, a few hundred lightyears corewards. I had to sell pretty much anything we owned to pay the fee, but didn't care that much. I had my mind filled with ideas of a life free of anyone's influence, away from judgement imposed on me by authorities I didn't recognize as such. What foolishness.

After a week on Viroga Station, all my remaining credits were gone. A few days later, the hunger really started to get to me, and I resorted to petty theft. There were no jobs on that dreadful platform I was allowed to do, except serving the male population in a certain way, which was never an option.

I managed to get around for nearly a year, before even the last shopkeeper suspected something and kept a close eye on me, making my little raids nigh impossible. So I came up with a cunning plan that should ensure my survival for quite some time, or, if things went wrong, would probably end my suffering real quick and hard enough.

A group of men, some sort of merchants, judging from their looks, visited Virago Station on a regular basis to do business, and judging from the amounts of goods they delivered and took with them every time, they ought to had some bucks for me to take in. Unfortunately, they weren't the kind of people who easily get relieved of their wealth, of course.

I got caught shortly after I entered their ship, subdued by a brutish man called Gravis, and given two options. Die miserably or tell them how I managed to get onboard. What can I say? I told them everything I did, as if I had had a choice: how I had followed them around the station during their last visits, how I had monitored their procedures for getting onto and off the ship and the codes they used, how I had manipulated the security cameras outside and inside their docking area, and how I had - obviously - overlooked the silent alarm that I had failed to deactivate.

Luckily, after this revelation, and for some reasons still unknown to me until this day, I was given another option by their leader, Viras Garret: Join their little organization and bring my talents to good use, as they put it. Of course, betrayal or further theft would lead to a painful demise, but I had no intentions to do any of it. Fate, though I loathe the concept of it, had finally been kind to me, though the paranoia I had nourished for the past year thought otherwise.

My career as a "rogue trader", as they liked to call themselves, started off pretty easy. I learned a lot of stuff about governments and security, stealing things, selling stolen things, avoiding governments and security, selling illegal things, bribing governments and security, and - most importantly - piloting a starship. Until today, to me, nothing compares to driving stick.

Garret himself was all right, as were most of his subordinates. He always treated us with respect and didn't turn on us when something went wrong, so things went pretty well, until one day, almost four years after I left Maredok, when Garret called me to his office, handing me an order that would change everything yet again and that would in the end confront me with aspects of a past, a different life, I had buried a long time ago.

And it would also confront me with the Jedi.

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