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NAME: Poy'Bondara
FACTION: Independent
RANK: ?
SPECIES: Twi'lek
AGE: 32
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5'10"
WEIGHT: 63kg
EYES: Blue
HAIR: None
SKIN: Light Blue
CREDITS: 0
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Plasma burn, 4” across on her left thigh.
FORCE SENSITIVE: No
STRENGTH: A fully grown adult, Poy has been in a few fights and tends to come out on top more often than not. When she punches it'll hurt but its unlikely to floor a real fighter. She is about average when it comes to strength and there is nothing really of remark about her, she isn't a weightlifter or a pit-fighter for example.
DEXTERITY: Twi'leks are generally more nimble than humans but Poy is not that much above average, swinging a big stick or she can generally hit her target, with a blaster she can fire pretty accurately from the him but is hardly a solider. Her balance and reflexes are otherwise about average for a human who practices once in a while.
CONSTITUTION: Generally well enough this Twi’lek can take a punch or two and keep going, even been shot once but is not outstanding beyond the average streetwise sentient, though lately her stamina has started to slip a little.
INTELLIGENCE: There is no real standout intelligence, certainly not book smarts, Poy learns her lessons the hard way. Doing rather than learning, tinkering rather than reading manuals. When it comes to practical things she can force herself to learn but its not natural or easy for her.
WISDOM: Poy lives in the moment, rarely contemplating or going beyond the most basic of plans, working off instinct she is far from wise or even smart about some of her plans. However she has traveled a lot, so she has picked up a few things along the way which can come in useful more than you might expect when dealing with the rougher parts of the galaxy.
CHARISMA: Not regarded as an especially attractive Twi’lek she has a rough charm, easily friendly and tends to put people at ease which is useful for a trader or a presenter. She can put the right words in the right place to get the right level of ego stroking to get what she wants,and isn't afraid to stoop a little either.
The easiest way of describing Poy is a person that assess risk and in one swift thought dives right in as long as she is confident of finding a way out. Be it under fire, in a trade deal or even talking to people she will plan only as far as that there should be a way out and goes from there on the fly. The fallout, be it drama, thrills or even spills gets her interested in the event and is how she gets the most enjoyment out of life. This lack of planning makes her ill suited to ridged structures and even military pursuits, however that does not mean she is incapable of dealing with them, just she yearns for more freedom. With those same problems though come her very quick solutions to problems that should work, even if more thought might create a better answer in the long run. Poy can think outside the box and come up with odd answers, allowing her to find trade markets in the past that most wouldn't even consider worth existing.
Having been around so many people at such a young age Poy quiet perceptive when it comes to just about anyone. From the way they walk, talk or move their eyes she can learn a lot, even when she doesn't speak their language. It also means she notices when her friends act different or odd and often, right away will point that out without thought. Asking people questions they might well not want has cost her a few friendships in the past, but that same drive for the truth has helped her out just as much. It is one of her passions, along with traveling that drive her forwards. She feels it is her duty to the Galaxy, if she owed it anything. Bright, colourful and cheerful she is normally very upbeat, though somewhat prone to mood swings when pushed.
Intellectually Poy is focused only on what she considers useful, complex science, mathematics, and philosophy bore her no end, she can only get motivated to learn something that is useful in a physical way to her life. She is not the most focused student however unless she can make it interesting for herself, battlefield planning back in the day was something she took great joy in, little computer programs reacting to her orders. It means that at no point was she ever at the top of any class because of her studiousness. What made up for it was her boldness, original thinking and perception when it came to spinning the first two into a accepted format for her superiors. It helped she is easily sociable and loves talking to people ever since she was a child, on just about any topic.
Of course there are downsides, that feelings come second to facts doesn't always make her popular as well as not hiding her own feelings can make things a struggle. Being impatient and a terrible waiter, or focusing on something for someone else when she already understands, or thinks she does and wanting to go on ahead. This in turn makes her prone to risk, rarely thinking out the details of the long term. Sometime it even seems she takes those risks because she is bored. There is also the bigger picture, while each part that Poy works on may work perfectly, she can forget they all need to fit together at the end, making her own grand plans, problematic without help.
Socially Poy can be considered fun, she certainly talks a lot and has a lot of interesting stories to tell. If she sees someone not having fun, she makes a point to drag them into whatever she is doing to try and engage them. Tolerant of just about anyone, even people she hates with a charming smile she seems warm. However that isn't to say when pushed a little her real feelings don't come out in a vicious storm, maybe followed by fists. Seeming confident, being confident seems to make people think she has a plan even when she clearly has no such thing. The best way she has to make friends though it to do things together, be it a mechanical project, skiing across arctic tundra or just having a meal, talking alone can be somewhat, stilted.
As a mother she is playful and flexible, having lived exactly the same life her daughter is starting to lead. Making time for her is always a priority for Poy along with letting her do as many things as she deems, safe. Learning the same way she did but being laid back enough to let Ann do her own thing as well. It isn't like the life she leads now is the one she'll have forever after all. Maybe oddly Poy treats her daughter as an equal to the crew she has, similar duties, responsibilities, just like she did. Where she lacks is emotionally, most of the time Poy is not very touchy feelly, not that focused on the emotional pitfalls that can crop up in a child. Ann is the most important thing in her life however and she would certainly do anything for her. Followed by a few friends and her parents where she would move heaven and earth for.
In the galaxy at large, Poy takes it as it is. Some is bad, some is good. Some bad people run good places, some good people run terrible places. Good and evil themselves don't cause suffering, while she dislikes some Sith she does not consider them all evil, or Jedi all good. What she cares about are the people that live under them, that they can be happy and as free as possible. That the truth is not hidden from them, that they can make their own choices. If people want an oppressive government that does evil things to the few for the good of the masses. That is fine, as long as the masses are fully aware of that evil and consider it worth while.
Space is freedom. In space you are alone, your rules are your own. When something needs doing, you do it. The wide frontier. Ilar’Bondara felt this calling, and felt it the home he always wanted, far away from his home planet. He and his equally idealistic wife Tann traded in everything they had for a two-seater snub transport with a rusting hyperdrive. Six years later they had made it all the way to having a mostly functional Freighter which scraped by on its passenger license requirements, the same year their daughter was born. Their ship, the Kei’nata Ni was cruising the trade lanes, carrying passengers for pittance along with freelance cargo. It was everything they owned and for young Poy it was her entire world.
By the time she was five she was doing odd jobs about the ship, by the time she was ten she was even allowed to sit in the pilot's chair, sometimes. Her school was the trade-lanes, her teachers her parents and any member of the ever changing crew and passengers that took an interest. By the time she was eight she had heard more stories in more tongues than most hear in a lifetime. While studying none she learn phrases and enough to get by in countless tongues, while not advanced mathematics, how to plot a hyperspace jump, a myriad of starship repairs and bodges. Her parents wanted her to live the same life that they had, free and as far as they were concerned happy.
The skill the perhaps aided her the most in the future was learning and becoming remarkably good at Sabacc. When she was a teenager it was her main source of income, playing against the passengers on the ship. The rotating roster meant she was already meeting fresh faces and by the time she was sixteen, despite some major losses she had racked up a small fortune. What her parents wanted, she took to heart, far too much. She considered even the life they lead to constricting, having never really lived under a government or the problems that they can cause. What she wanted though, was adventure, she wanted her own ship. Her father forbid it, for all the good it did and she rebelled at the very next starport they landed at. Poy was far, far too much like him.
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“In the Shadow of Nal Huttai was dark, Nar Shaddaa was rising like a pimple over the horizon, yet never had it seemed so welcoming. It was a week of firsts and the Trog was aligning for its first real approach. It’s pilot took a deep breath, it wasn’t like she was looking for trouble, though here it would be certain to find her.”
The ship she ended up with was named the Trog, a Epitt Starfighter, though calling it that was being generous. It had a hyperdrive, when it felt like working, enough space to lay down when not piloting and a restroom, that was it. A separate cargobay which could hold only a few crates it was a flying wing, lopsided and sluggish to control. The Trog was already old, battered and hardly respectable when she bought it, however she was hardly rich, even bad starfighters were expensive. It was enough though, before she knew it she was away, with a cargo of fancy hats and her first job, to deliver them to Nar Shaddaa.
What she fell into was known by some to be the day the city wept, others the signal of the end of times, most though it was just regular old crazy. After a ride that required three breakdowns, and hiding in the shadow of a moon from what she assumed were pirates, Poy arrived, slightly late to the right place. Only, the man she was to deliver to was dead, his house was on fire and she was almost arrested for it. With a cargo of entirely useless hats, barely an credits and rather shocked at it all, she was pulled to one side by a human female with striking red hair, someone apparently looking for the murder. Poy later learned her name was Fem the Flame, and the two large tanks on the woman’s back, were just that. Before, apparently she was a professor of, something. Working with a Rodian called Woad, though he seemed to pronounce it, woah, along with just about every other word. He apparently was the leader of a small but seemingly friendly cult. The two, now three worked together to try to solve a series of murders.
This involved a crash course in gunfights, the criminal underworld and the machinations of Hutt crimelords leading Poy to several critical lessons:
Do not argue with flamethrowers,
Shoot back and shoot often,
Don’t taser the Wookie,
Hats for large heads are a select market,
Hutts will kill for apparently crazy reasons,
Some Hutts will purchase crates of expensive hats, apparently for their own use, for a good price,
The final of these and the solving of the murders, which promptly lead to no one at all being prosecuted, a small profit and the idea of a business venture. By the end of her first year, Poy had cornered the market in selling oversized, designer hats to Hutts, a fashion craze that she could not understand and barely stomach. However they would pay and they would compete, and she for a time was the only one with the merchandise. Not that negotiating with Hutts, their thugs and those that wanted her market was easy. At first she was quite terrible at it, what she did have though, was timing. She sold out right before the market collapsed and the wearing of hats by Hutts was all but outlawed. Sold out, lock, stock and barrel she had a wedge of credits burning a hole and not yet a plan for making more. First was getting off the moon, something that proved easier and cheaper than she expected.
The Kei’nata Ni, her parents ship had just arrived. Poy had kept contact with them as best she could, that she was okay despite the occasional bruise. That she had come back with ten times what she left with the year before, that was impressive. She stayed with them for a time, a few stops more before being dragged into the Crisis of Five Princesses.
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Poy was by and large enjoying the rampant, vibrant chaos when a robed teenager approached her. It was clear that Poy was a visitor and those were somewhat rare on this backwater world. Being begged to join the person for a drink, Poy relented and soon found the young woman spilling out such a convoluted web of stories it was hard to keep up. It short, the king had been assassinated, apparently. But since any one of his four other daughters could have done it, no one was investigating it. After all if that person won, you might well end up dead. Tur’Tur’Mari, was the youngest of the daughters and was certain that her second oldest sister was behind it.
With nothing better to do right then, and a certain interest in what was going on Poy agreed to help as best she could. Though she had some prior experience with her time on Nar Shaddaa, a detective she was not. Deducing that the king had been poisoned, the pair spoke to the servants about his death, his symptoms, who had seen him before. They were starting to raise some eyebrows, then Poy took them into the underworld. Compared to Hutt Space the criminal groups here were tame enough and a few well placed words, got them a meeting with what appeared to be the only poison importer on the entire planet. Threats were made, blasters were drawn and Poy promptly shot him in the leg. Through blackmail and pardons he was convinced to cooperate, everyone else kept in line by the threat of involving the palace guard.
A royal court was convened, evidence including recordings from the poison seller were produced and a jury of royal peers found Ru’Tur’Mari guilty of regicide and treason. It was almost enough for Tur’Tur’Mari, to win the popular vote when it was made public. Not quite though and her eldest sister was crowned queen. However Poy and the youngest princess were considered heroes, the King had been well loved. Poy was appointed even though she was just turning eighteen to the investigative arm of the Royal Guard. Leaving her parents yet again she had a well paying job, an apartment and the gratitude of a people and its rulers.
For a time, it was fine. Being invited to parties, learning about being a detective, it just seemed to get dull, more so after the first few months. The view outside her window was always the same, so were the people and the problems. By the end of the year she applied to the Jal’more’tor Navy Academy and through nepotism placed on the officer training program. The Navy was small, nothing more than frigates for patrolling the system and a few outlying colonies. Since she already knew ships fairly well, the hardest part was leading other people. Poy back then expected everyone to just do whatever needed doing without being told, like she tended to. It opened her eyes to how people can think and act. Fleet tactics, protocols, being onboard ships that were far more up to date than the ones she was used to, exciting. For a time, a longer time she was happy.
As a royal favourite Poy was one of those selected for an exchange program with Corellia, now this was incredible. Huge starships, big operations zones. Having served for two years and now as a lieutenant Poy was in charge of a repair section on the bulk cruiser, Octavious. Much more like her home, the ship travelled through Corellian space with military cargo, almost always on the move. To her own men she was known as a relaxed but, get it done, officer who would turn a blind eye to some things, as long as their duties were given 110%. To her superiors Poy was an acceptable officer, more lax than they would like but she certainly got results. In the third year of her service, a senior officer back on Jal’more’tor was found guilty of treason, somewhere along the line he was Poy’s superior and while almost all of the other exchange officers were recalled, she was simply discharged. It appeared that her home had become extremely xenophobic since she left and was now isolating itself from the galaxy at large. They did make sure she was paid however, which was nice. Though she was almost at a loss, if not for the fact she was offered a commission right away by the Corellian Navy.
A Senior Lieutenant she was placed on the bridge staff of a real cruiser on anti-piracy operations. Their job was mostly to look scary and keep the pirates at bay, and when they discovered them, hit their bases hard. Some fights, some interesting actions, nothing outstanding but even this was starting to get boring. The same space time after time, rarely getting the chance to travel. Twenty five years old and she’d had enough, making her intentions clear Poy resigned her commission and retired from the navy. Using her savings, she brought a transport freighter of her own, the Tur’Mari and set about cutting her own path across the galaxy, just like she did before, and her parents before her.
Hauling freight and sometimes people, she rubbed shoulders all over the galaxy, still meeting the right people at the right time. Almost winning a Sabacc tournament, she invested and for a short time became the owner for the mining rights for half of Bespin. Slowly building up her own fortune, droids and even a few crew members she was back in her element, trader, captain and part time detective. It was also in this time she fell in love with a Twi’lek called Valum’Barm, blue skinned, strong and jovial. It was far from her first love, however he was one she remembered most. He died in a bar-room brawl on Tatooine a few months after she met him, shortly after she found herself pregnant.
Ann’Bondara was born in a medical center on Corellian where for a time her mother made a home with her friends. Once both were well enough though, it was back to the stars and a somewhat less dangerous life. Poy fell into keeping formation with her parents on easier runs, more than doubling their cargo capacity. Once the idea struck her she even started organizing convoys of independent ships. Safety in numbers and she had been perfectly trained to organise them.
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From the Tur’Mari they launched prototypes and testing broadcasts. The biggest problem was getting enough, big enough into the right places along with planets out on the rim not having broadcasts strong enough to make use of them. It would require massive investment, something she did not have. However, this was big and they could make it happen. So all those shoulders she had rubbed with, people that owed her favours, it took two years to call them all in. And what did she get?
Saved from the scrap yard and fixed up a Corellian Light Cruiser with all its weapons removed bar a few defence lasers. Further stripped down and with a huge selection of transmitter arrays running off the weapons power systems the 300 meter ship was rechristened Kiax. With funding from private groups, planets and donations along with Poy’s own money they started to deploy the network. It was small however, yet she started to make use of it right away. The Outer Rim Network was born.
Based on the Kiax either from the studio or the cockpit she would broadcast for ten hours a day herself with other presenters for the rest of the time or prerecorded selections. Content varied from her own reports, travel news, missing people, bounties and wanted selections, pirate warnings and call in talk segments. Music and even audio dramas from various planets also made an appearance along with adverts from all sorts of companies that helped keep the station flying. The ship was almost always on the move, from planet to planet, setting up new transmitters. It seemed to Poy that she had found her groove, being able to move and make the best use of her talents. It also seemed a far safer line of work to bring a child up in, as Ann was started to walk, a ship was a perfectly safe place to raise a child.
ORN started to become very popular in the Outer Rim where it was the only widecast network around, but also in the Inner Rim where it was rebroadcast. It won several media awards for reporting and several scandals that its freelance reporters had uncovered, in one cause causing a government to collapse. It was at one of these events that Poy gave a speech that promised that ORN would always remain independent and impartial in its reporting. That it would never colour the truth or tarnish it for their or someone else's gain.
Today the network has been around for a few years and if you have been in space, or even just living in the Outer Rim you likely know Poy’s voice. You might have even seen the Kiax making port before when it picks up supplies.
- Corvette and Cruiser Piloting,
- Military procedure,
- Ship Command,
- Presenting,
- Schmoozing,
- Starship Repairs,
- Blaster Pistol Use,
- Communications Hardware and software,
- Politics,
- Mummy hugs,
Strengths:
Poy is in her prime when she is able to command, laying out battle plans and adapting to the situation as it unfolds. Being creative, talking her way into and out of situations is more natural for her than fighting. Still is an above average capital ship captain with a firm grasp on mechanical repairs and how to get the best out of people. Have a list of friends in somewhat well to do places also helps.
Weaknesses:
Easily bored and somewhat of a risk taker being around Poy can sometime be a health hazard. She also rarely plans out that far ahead or thinks of the wider consequences of her actions beyond the obvious. Being direct and inquisitive also means she tends to subtle, sometimes even invasive when it comes to things happening to those she cares about she doesn't know the details of.
Blaster Pistol
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SHIP:
Kaix
Tur’Mari
DROIDS:
Astomech droids?
Cleaning Droids?
PETS:
Crystal Mood Cactus
KILLS:
0
BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
0
DUELING RING MATCHES:
0
GRAND TOURNAMENT MATCHES:
0
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