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Zaylos Kartan
Biography
"Send in the DUM-series pit droid," commanded the amalgamated voice of Drek Varlo. Jiff, the aforementioned droid, sheepishly entered the Junk Lord's makeshift throne room.
"Jiff, report."
The little droid's signature "nose" swept from side to side nervously, as he surveyed the room. A refurbished protocol droid carrying a spear, nudged Jiff indicating he'd better get on with it. Reluctantly, the little droid aimed his nose toward the open space between himself and the junk lord. A faint whir could be heard as his nose lit up and a bean of light cast upon the ground.
Zaylos
How's that? Jiff is it working, a-are you recording me? Does my hair look alright?
How's that? Jiff is it working, a-are you recording me? Does my hair look alright?
An opaque holoimage winks to life, and Zaylos Kartan, late teens, covered in soot and grime, runs his hands through his hair in a feeble attempt to appear presentable.
Zaylos
Eh, whatever. Well, Jiff. I didn't believe them. I couldn't fathom there being anything actually useable on this entire planet, but I was wrong. Look at this beauty!
Eh, whatever. Well, Jiff. I didn't believe them. I couldn't fathom there being anything actually useable on this entire planet, but I was wrong. Look at this beauty!
Kartan sweeps his hands back in a grandiose gesture and the holovid focuses on an antique Vaya-Class Scout Ship. He walks up and runs a hand across the hull.
Zaylos
This ship is gonna get us out of here. You're coming too right, buddy?
This ship is gonna get us out of here. You're coming too right, buddy?
A mechanical garble of noise chortles excitedly and the feed bounces in tandem. Zaylos grins.
Zaylos
Guess I owe Rin my rations for a week... Where—
Guess I owe Rin my rations for a week... Where—
There's a sudden clatter off-screen, fear and surprise collide like a thunderclap across Kartan's face. He rushes forward reaching out for Jiff's dome.
Zaylos
Kark! C'mon we gotta—
Kark! C'mon we gotta—
The holovid goes dark.
A gravelly chuckle adorned the momentary darkness with a foreboding tension. Jiff quivered before his master. His processor determined the danger Kartan was in and his dome wilted, angling toward the floor, as he realizes what was to come. Zaylos would never escape...
- PERSONALITY
- Zaylos grew up understanding it was wiser to make friends instead of enemies. Since being sent to Lotho Minor, by his parents, he's relied on his natural amicability and dry humor to survive. The life of a child that's been traded away is a sad one. Zay lives his life trying to understand its trajectory without the ability to change its course. This lack of control acts as a breeding ground for anxiety and fear. Given his lot in life, Kartan manages to hide his pain effortlessly under a comedic veneer.
- ASSETS
- The clothes on his back, the tools on his belt, and an envirosuit.
- THREADS
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The Path:
Temptation
Liberation
One Night Stand
Headway
Wax Wings:
Bonk!
Yoink!
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